A Stucky Story

The Asset and The Accident

Steve could remember all the times Bucky saved his butt from a bully. Even if the bully was bigger and older than the both of them, Bucky always stepped in to help scare the bully off or clean his wounds before his mom found out. Steve told Bucky time and time again that he didn't need his help but Bucky always said he wanted to.

It was only then that Bucky went off to war and got captured did Steve noticed that the tables were starting to turn. He would help Bucky with his wounds, he would help Bucky when he woke up screaming in the dead of night from night terrors and he would always tell Bucky that he was okay.

After Bucky fell, Steve's mind was clouded with grief and anger that he couldn't think about taking care of himself anymore. He just wanted to end the war and avenge Bucky's death.

Present times, Steve was now the three year old Bucky's father. He loved that boy with everything in him and always promised to take care of him. He loved his old Bucky and Winter equally but even he will admit that liked the baby 1% more.

"Daddy." Said a voice from behind him. Bucky was standing in the office doorway with tears in his eyes.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Owie." He held Lamby to his chest.

"Are you hurt or is Lamby hurt?" Steve asked. Bucky looked at Lamby, then gave it to him. Steve looked over the stuffed animal and saw it had a open tear in its neck. "What happened?" Bucky started to cry, most likely thinking he was in trouble. "You're not in trouble, just tell me what happened."

"Meanie." He pointed to Harley who was standing next to him.

"Did she grab it?" Bucky nodded. Harley probably grabbed the toy and Bucky tried to snatch it back causing the tear. "I think she just mistaken it for one of her toys. I'm sure she didn't mean it." Bucky frowned at her, clearly not friends at the moment. "Do you want me to put her in time out?"

"Yeah." He whined.

"Harley, bed." Steve snapped his fingers. Harley went to her bed in the bedroom and laid down.

"Feel better?"

"Hurt." He pointed to Lamby.

"I don't know how to sew but I think mommy does. Let's go ask her."

But before they could go, Friday alerted him. "Captain, your assistance is need the rescue mission with Mr. Wilson." Sam had taken the twins with him on a patrol mission and apparently it was taking a bad turn.

"Who is going?"

"Everyone save for Mr. Rumlow."

"Tell him to be down here in fifteen minutes." Steve told Bucky to sit on the bed while he went in the closet to get dressed in his suit.

"Going?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah. I got to go help Sam on a mission. Papa is going to watch you." Bucky smiled then frowned a little. It was never fun when he leaves.

"Lamby?"

"It's going to have to wait until we get back."

"Now." He raised his voice.

"Bucky, do not raise your voice at me unless you want to join Harley in time out." Steve said. Bucky pouted then sat quietly while he got his shield and put it on his back.

"No go." Bucky whimpered.

"I know but I'll try to be back before this afternoon." Steve said rubbing his knee. Then there was a knock.

"Babysitting?" Rumlow asked.

"Should only be for a few hours. He's already had a nap so do something to keep him busy. Do you know how to sew?"