Winter Soldier's daughter

Meeting The Family

     Bucky hastily stepped into the kitchen, carefully depositing his small kiddo onto the marble island countertop. With his flesh hand, he gently ruffled her dark hair, and turned to open the large refrigerator.

     However, before he could even grab the things he needed, the child behind him let out a sound that resembled a quiet sob, followed by a shaky whimper.

    Without even thinking, Buck instantly turned to see what was wrong with his daughter. But the child's widened eyes weren't looking at him, she was staring at the entrance to the TV room. A feeling of dread began to form in the pit of Bucky's stomach as he quickly followed his kid's terrified gaze. But to his amusement, the person standing in the doorway wasn't scary at all, unless you're a criminal...

It was only Steve, leaning with his shoulder against the doorway, and staring right back at the tiny child with an equally shocked expression.

Bucky broke the silence with a loud chuckle, causing Antonia to visibly jump in fear. Noticing this, he put a reassuring hand on his tiny tot's back before he spoke. She straightened a bit, but began to breathe again.

"Heh-... Morning, Steve... Uhh-, how'd you sleep?" Bucky sputtered nervously, trying keep things as nonchalant as possible. If Steve freaked out, it would only send the little girl further into panic.

"Buck-.. Wh-.." Steve blurted breathlessly, ignoring his friend's attempt of keeping the atmosphere calm.

Bucky cut him off, "What's up buddy? What's new? What's happenin'?" he hurriedly inquired. Antonia couldn't see him, but he was rapidly shaking his head and frowning intensely at Steve, internally pleading with him to not make a scene.

Steve took a few slow steps closer, and looked up at his friend with an expression that just said 'really?'. "Not much." he retorted bluntly, crossing his arms and sticking out one hip. His stance made it clear he was waiting for an explanation. "What's new with you??" He said slowly to emphasize his slightly sassy tone, lazily gesturing to the wide-eyed child.

"Me? Oh, heh-, not much, thanks for asking.." Bucky replied vaguely, quicky shifting his gaze around the room.

Steve sighed loudly and looked down. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his short, sandy-brown hair, leaving his hands on the side of his head. "Bucky." he began flatly, "Who's child is on our counter??" 

"Uh, w-well..I don't know how to really explain this-" Bucky sputtered, "But, uh-.. She-.. she's-......mine... Well, she is now..." He muttered the last bit with a hint of anger.

Steve's eyes widened a bit as he inhaled sharply, "Bucky did you take somebody's kid?!"

Bucky immediately looked up, "Woah woah woah woah! Hey, no, I did not take someone else's kid, alright?? Hell, I know I've had my fair share of psychological instability, but I will never become some toddler-snatching totalitarian! She's my kid, I'm her father!! I thought I'd lost her for good, but I found her last night. Well, more like she found me. Either way-, she's my kid!!! And my kid lives here now!! There, you happy?!?" He explained, his voice booming as he threw up both arms in frustration.

The frustrated Winter Soldier was about to condemn Steve even further for the accusation, when he heard a familiar small voice.

"Daddy...What's a totalitalrararian?" The confused five-year-old croaked, now standing up on the end of the counter furthest away from Bucky.

Bucky sighed, realizing he had yelled and scared the tiny tot. He walked over and gently scooped her up before setting her on his hip. "A totalitarian is a advocating supporter of a corruptive and morally flawed system of government, darling." He clarified joyfully, gently bouncing her to make light of the situation.

"Oh, okay..." The child said blankly, deciding it was best to simply pretend to understand.

Steve's face was frozen in an expression of such intense shock and confusion that his facial muscles were actually beginning to ache. "Okay, Bucky, we clearly need to have a talk. Like, now." He demanded.

Bucky nodded, calming down a bit, "Yeah, I guess we do.." he replied. He briefly paused in thought, then set his child down on the kitchen floor, and pointed one finger at her.

The child paused, staring at him innocently.

"...Sit.." Bucky commanded.

The little girl giggled, and plopped down on her bum on the smooth tile floor.

"Stay right there, don't move, I gotta go talk to Uncle Steve." Bucky added sternly.

The tiny kiddo let out another amused giggle, and stood up, taking his dog-like commands as a personal challenge. She glanced at him before taking off toward the TV room.

"Oi! No!" Bucky exclaimed, stumbling after the tiny-legged rebel.

Steve stood there looking very unamused, doing nothing to stop the child as she ran right past him through the doorway.

Bucky sped after her into the next room, chasing her as she turned to run around the couch. She was remarkably fast, considering her size, and was giggling loudly as her small bare feet slapped against the glossy floor.

"Toni, get back here!" Bucky shouted, getting frustrated. In a panic, he forgot to take into account how slippery the smooth marble was when he had socks on, and tried to make a turn.
Big mistake...
His feet shot out from underneath him, and down he went, smacking into the floor, flat on his face.
".... Ow..." He grunted breathlessly.

"Hah! Nice one, Soldier! Who's the kid?" Tony remarked from the top of the large staircase beside the couch. All the commotion must have managed to distract him from whatever gadget he was designing this time, as he was still tapping away on an iPad.

Steve also wanted an explanation, and was getting fed up with how long it was taking to get one. He decided to do Bucky a favor by catching his kid for him, since he was still recovering from his battle with gravity. He waited for the little girl to get closer a bit closer, and when she tried to run past him, this time he swooped over and snatched her up, tucking her under one arm like a football.

The kid began grunting and squirming, trying to get free, but Steve didn't budge. He carried her to the couch, and sat her down before kneeling down in front of her. He then gave the young child a very stern expression. One so severe she immediately stopped moving, and didn't dare look away.

"I want you to sit right here, and I don't want you to get up until Bucky comes back from our grown-up talk. Do I make myself clear?" Steve ordered smoothly, keeping his voice low, but stern.

The kid nodded with wide blue eyes, paused, then pointed to the huge flat-screen TV. Too nervous to speak to the stranger, she just made a small grunting sound, and tilted her head.

"Yeah, sure," He shrugged, grabbing the remote and turning on some cartoons. "But don't change the channel from this one, Tony watches some weird stuff..."

Bucky had stood up, and was now cracking his back to relieve the ache from his fall. Tony was still laughing at him, taunting him from a safe distance at the top of the stairs.

Steve turned to him, and looked him up and down for further injuries. When he found none, he sighed, grateful the chaos had ended. "Alright, let's go have our chat. Tony, come on, you too.

*hey guys im so sorry this update took so long, I actually originally wrote this in January, but a lot of stupid stuff has been happening and I'm living on my own now, so I've been working alot. but I hope you enjoy this ! and I'll try to update again as soon as I can! :) love you guys, thank y'all for reading <3 *