In All Our Years Series - 4 In 1 | Captain!Bucky, WinterSoldier!Steve | Stucky

2040

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Now this was a blast from the past.

Steve scooped six year old Miles up in his arms, the two of them shouting as Steve spun around. He came to a slow stop, and then spun around the other way. He had never been able to do this with James, Becca and Will's first born. Hadn't even babysat since before he was signed up for Project Rebirth.

He dipped Miles back, holding onto his calf and keeping his tiny legs close to his chest as he got his head close to the floor.

"Steve," Bucky said behind him, and the blond whirled around as he brought Miles back fully into his arms. "You're gonna have to be the one to calm him down. I'm not going near that."

He laughed, and set Miles down on the floor. He immediately raced over to Bucky, jumping up at him. The older man let out a little grunt, but hoisted him up into his arms to plant a purposefully wet kiss against the apple of his cheek. "I'll just put on The Incredibles and he'll conk right out."

"You bet your lucky stars it works," Bucky threatened with a little grin, Miles wriggling in his chest to be set down. Bucky turned his attention down to him, and asked in his Dad Voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

The boy froze.

"Mi?"

"I want down," he responded.

"Then you just ask." He kissed his forehead and set him back on his feet. Patting his back, he suggested, "Go play with some of your toys, yeah?"

"Candy Land?"

Bucky smiled, and Steve could see the sadness hanging behind it. "After you eat. I promise."

"Cross your heart," Miles demanded. Backing away, Bucky immediately traced a little X over his left pectoral, and then turned to head back to the kitchen. Miles turned back on Steve, and ran directly up to him to grab at his hand and try to drag him. Steve moved slow, but let him.

"What's the rush, little guy?"

"Colors!" he exclaimed, letting Steve go to rush over to his backpack. He came back with a coloring book

"And what are we using to color?"

Looking over the top edge of the coloring book, he sweetly asked, "The nice pencils?"

He rolled his eyes, though a wide grin was on his face. He pulled open the drawer of on of the end tables and pulled out the tin of prismacolor colored pencils. He sat down cross-legged beside the low coffee table, and Miles sat on one of his legs so he was able to properly reach the top, where he set the coloring book and opened it to select a picture for them to color in. As Steve waited, he popped open the tin, and pulled the little trash bin over so he could sharpen the ones that needed it. This was the small set he let the little boy use.

They were halfway through their second picture, of the original Disney princesses and princess, when Bucky called out that dinner was ready. Miles, fast as could be, was already at the table by the time Steve got to his feet. The blond came in to see his a plastic plate with a piece of seared chicken, cottage cheese, and homemade french fries. Then he looked into the kitchen, and Bucky held a regular plate out to him.

"I'll make up his, but I'm not making up yours."

Steve grinned. "I wouldn't expect anything more." He pecked Bucky's lips, making the both of them share loving smiles as the young boy groaned and fake-gagged at the table.

They got their plates ready and all ate together. After, while Steve washed the dishes - since Bucky cooked - Bucky took Miles back out to the living room, getting him set up with his coloring book and a movie. Steve was finishing up, placing the last dish in the strainer and drying his hands, when Bucky came in.