Logan Barnes

@barneslogan

Marvel/MCU roleplay account!

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"I think you might be gettin' a little old, dude. Keep up."

Hey! I'm Logan, and I'm a little bit of a mess. Guess that's why you decided to stop by, huh?

Where were we? Oh right! My life!

Well, I'm the kid of Bucky Barnes which is sort of a long story, but involves some frozen dna and some fancy lab stuff.

I like comic books, music I can turn up as loud as I like and dogs (cause who doesn't like dogs?).

I was sorta trained in martial arts and weapon handling. Guess I was supposed to be Winter Soldier 2.0, but I had other plans.

OOC: Mod is 26 and will only interact with those who are 21+. Don't be afraid to send me a message if you wanna plot and the asks are always open!

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Starter for @justawhitewolf

A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

Hedy licks his face and Bucky gets out of the car. A silent conversation seems to happen between him and the teens, shaking his head before they can ask anything.

He opens Logan’s door, and Hedy jumps out, shaking her fur.

Logan climbed up, backpack hugged tight to his chest before smiling at Hedy with a small smile. Logan looked up at Bucky. "It's a really nice house. Do you keep animals?" Logan asked curiously, taking Bucky's hand again as it kept him grounded.

“Not really. Novie has a lot of pets I suppose, but nothing like chickens or cows. We talked about miniature goats for a while.” Bucky just holds Logan’s hand as they climb the porch steps.

The interior of the house is cosy, mid century style, teeming with house plants, and a floor to ceiling bookcase. Music is playing softly, and the smell of food cooking is coming from the bright kitchen.

Logan was amazed by the bookcase. He loved books and reading and learning, not that he was allowed to do much of that. Then came the smell of food which, when it hit his nose, caused Logan's nose to growl loudly. "Oh wow, that smells real good." He said, still holding tight to Bucky's hand. "You weren't kidding when you said your wife could cook."

Bucky sniffs.

“I reckon that’s a pot roast.” He grins.

“Would you like to meet Lina?”

Logan nodded slowly. "She sounded nice when you called her." He said quietly, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. He could hear the soft music coming from it as well as the smell that was weaving through the house. He followed Bucky into the kitchen.

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The kitchen has large windows, sunlight spilling in. There’s a casual dining table as well as a breakfast bar, with a large white cat curled asleep in one of the chairs.

A woman with deep brown eyes and long wavy dark hair hums along to the music, chopping up some vegetables.

Logan looked around the light and airy kitchen, noticing the large white cat. "You didn't mention you had a cat?" Logan questioned Bucky, keeping his voice quiet not wanting to disturb the busy woman. The cat was beautiful with snow white fur and a loud purr as she slept on her chair.

"Is she a nice cat?" He asked curiously, still keeping his voice low.

“That’s Alpine, she’s friendly, but if you wake her up she might get scared.” Bucky explains gently.

Hedy meanwhile trots over to her water bowl and takes a drink.

The woman looks up and smiles warmly at Logan.

Logan nodded to Bucky before looking at Lina when she smiled at him. He scooted closer to Bucky and sort of shyly hid behind his leg, peeking out at Lina. Logan offered back his best smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

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“You must be Logan?” Her voice is soft, the accent slightly noticeable.

“Dinner’s still got a little while to cook, but are you hungry?”

Logan nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'm Logan." He introduced himself. His stomach growling sort of gave away his answer. The hotdog had been good, but it hadn't quite filled him up. "Maybe just a little bit." Logan answered her, his cheeks a rosy colour from all the embarrassed feelings he was feeling.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

Hedy licks his face and Bucky gets out of the car. A silent conversation seems to happen between him and the teens, shaking his head before they can ask anything.

He opens Logan’s door, and Hedy jumps out, shaking her fur.

Logan climbed up, backpack hugged tight to his chest before smiling at Hedy with a small smile. Logan looked up at Bucky. "It's a really nice house. Do you keep animals?" Logan asked curiously, taking Bucky's hand again as it kept him grounded.

“Not really. Novie has a lot of pets I suppose, but nothing like chickens or cows. We talked about miniature goats for a while.” Bucky just holds Logan’s hand as they climb the porch steps.

The interior of the house is cosy, mid century style, teeming with house plants, and a floor to ceiling bookcase. Music is playing softly, and the smell of food cooking is coming from the bright kitchen.

Logan was amazed by the bookcase. He loved books and reading and learning, not that he was allowed to do much of that. Then came the smell of food which, when it hit his nose, caused Logan's nose to growl loudly. "Oh wow, that smells real good." He said, still holding tight to Bucky's hand. "You weren't kidding when you said your wife could cook."

Bucky sniffs.

“I reckon that’s a pot roast.” He grins.

“Would you like to meet Lina?”

Logan nodded slowly. "She sounded nice when you called her." He said quietly, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. He could hear the soft music coming from it as well as the smell that was weaving through the house. He followed Bucky into the kitchen.

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The kitchen has large windows, sunlight spilling in. There’s a casual dining table as well as a breakfast bar, with a large white cat curled asleep in one of the chairs.

A woman with deep brown eyes and long wavy dark hair hums along to the music, chopping up some vegetables.

Logan looked around the light and airy kitchen, noticing the large white cat. "You didn't mention you had a cat?" Logan questioned Bucky, keeping his voice quiet not wanting to disturb the busy woman. The cat was beautiful with snow white fur and a loud purr as she slept on her chair.

"Is she a nice cat?" He asked curiously, still keeping his voice low.

“That’s Alpine, she’s friendly, but if you wake her up she might get scared.” Bucky explains gently.

Hedy meanwhile trots over to her water bowl and takes a drink.

The woman looks up and smiles warmly at Logan.

Logan nodded to Bucky before looking at Lina when she smiled at him. He scooted closer to Bucky and sort of shyly hid behind his leg, peeking out at Lina. Logan offered back his best smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

Hedy licks his face and Bucky gets out of the car. A silent conversation seems to happen between him and the teens, shaking his head before they can ask anything.

He opens Logan’s door, and Hedy jumps out, shaking her fur.

Logan climbed up, backpack hugged tight to his chest before smiling at Hedy with a small smile. Logan looked up at Bucky. "It's a really nice house. Do you keep animals?" Logan asked curiously, taking Bucky's hand again as it kept him grounded.

“Not really. Novie has a lot of pets I suppose, but nothing like chickens or cows. We talked about miniature goats for a while.” Bucky just holds Logan’s hand as they climb the porch steps.

The interior of the house is cosy, mid century style, teeming with house plants, and a floor to ceiling bookcase. Music is playing softly, and the smell of food cooking is coming from the bright kitchen.

Logan was amazed by the bookcase. He loved books and reading and learning, not that he was allowed to do much of that. Then came the smell of food which, when it hit his nose, caused Logan's nose to growl loudly. "Oh wow, that smells real good." He said, still holding tight to Bucky's hand. "You weren't kidding when you said your wife could cook."

Bucky sniffs.

“I reckon that’s a pot roast.” He grins.

“Would you like to meet Lina?”

Logan nodded slowly. "She sounded nice when you called her." He said quietly, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. He could hear the soft music coming from it as well as the smell that was weaving through the house. He followed Bucky into the kitchen.

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The kitchen has large windows, sunlight spilling in. There’s a casual dining table as well as a breakfast bar, with a large white cat curled asleep in one of the chairs.

A woman with deep brown eyes and long wavy dark hair hums along to the music, chopping up some vegetables.

Logan looked around the light and airy kitchen, noticing the large white cat. "You didn't mention you had a cat?" Logan questioned Bucky, keeping his voice quiet not wanting to disturb the busy woman. The cat was beautiful with snow white fur and a loud purr as she slept on her chair.

"Is she a nice cat?" He asked curiously, still keeping his voice low.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

Hedy licks his face and Bucky gets out of the car. A silent conversation seems to happen between him and the teens, shaking his head before they can ask anything.

He opens Logan’s door, and Hedy jumps out, shaking her fur.

Logan climbed up, backpack hugged tight to his chest before smiling at Hedy with a small smile. Logan looked up at Bucky. "It's a really nice house. Do you keep animals?" Logan asked curiously, taking Bucky's hand again as it kept him grounded.

“Not really. Novie has a lot of pets I suppose, but nothing like chickens or cows. We talked about miniature goats for a while.” Bucky just holds Logan’s hand as they climb the porch steps.

The interior of the house is cosy, mid century style, teeming with house plants, and a floor to ceiling bookcase. Music is playing softly, and the smell of food cooking is coming from the bright kitchen.

Logan was amazed by the bookcase. He loved books and reading and learning, not that he was allowed to do much of that. Then came the smell of food which, when it hit his nose, caused Logan's nose to growl loudly. "Oh wow, that smells real good." He said, still holding tight to Bucky's hand. "You weren't kidding when you said your wife could cook."

Bucky sniffs.

“I reckon that’s a pot roast.” He grins.

“Would you like to meet Lina?”

Logan nodded slowly. "She sounded nice when you called her." He said quietly, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. He could hear the soft music coming from it as well as the smell that was weaving through the house. He followed Bucky into the kitchen.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

Hedy licks his face and Bucky gets out of the car. A silent conversation seems to happen between him and the teens, shaking his head before they can ask anything.

He opens Logan’s door, and Hedy jumps out, shaking her fur.

Logan climbed up, backpack hugged tight to his chest before smiling at Hedy with a small smile. Logan looked up at Bucky. "It's a really nice house. Do you keep animals?" Logan asked curiously, taking Bucky's hand again as it kept him grounded.

“Not really. Novie has a lot of pets I suppose, but nothing like chickens or cows. We talked about miniature goats for a while.” Bucky just holds Logan’s hand as they climb the porch steps.

The interior of the house is cosy, mid century style, teeming with house plants, and a floor to ceiling bookcase. Music is playing softly, and the smell of food cooking is coming from the bright kitchen.

Logan was amazed by the bookcase. He loved books and reading and learning, not that he was allowed to do much of that. Then came the smell of food which, when it hit his nose, caused Logan's nose to growl loudly. "Oh wow, that smells real good." He said, still holding tight to Bucky's hand. "You weren't kidding when you said your wife could cook."

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

Hedy licks his face and Bucky gets out of the car. A silent conversation seems to happen between him and the teens, shaking his head before they can ask anything.

He opens Logan’s door, and Hedy jumps out, shaking her fur.

Logan climbed up, backpack hugged tight to his chest before smiling at Hedy with a small smile. Logan looked up at Bucky. "It's a really nice house. Do you keep animals?" Logan asked curiously, taking Bucky's hand again as it kept him grounded.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

“There’s another door.” Bucky points around the side of the house.

Logan nodded with a small sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. I saw that." He giggled sheepishly whilst continuing to pet Hedy's fur.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

“We had to rebuild the place but yeah, this is home sweet home.” Bucky smiles.

He sees Logan tense.

“That’s Charlie and Wyatt, but you don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.”

Logan nodded slowly. "But they're right there." He motioned to the porch. "Aren't they going to say something to me?" Logan asked curiously whilst carefully petting Hedy's fur to relax himself.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

Hedy’s secured into the backseat and Bucky starts the car.

It’s not too long of a drive out of the city, stopping at a store on the way, Bucky helps Logan pick out two sets of clothes and pyjamas and some basic toiletries.

Eventually, the car turns up a long gravel drive, leading to a two storey farmhouse with a wrap around porch. There’s a barn, a garden with a greenhouse and a pond.

Two teenagers with dark hair and blue eyes like Bucky sit on the porch furniture, watching curiously.

Logan was amazed by the sight of the farmhouse with the big porch and the barn in the distance. It was like something out of a storybook to him. "Wow. You like here?" He asked in a whisper that was just loud enough for Bucky to hear. The boy then spotted the two teenagers and tensed slightly. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet them.

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It had been some time since Silas Ronaoke, a prince of the archipelago nation Jasari, had set foot in New York. It had been some time since he had seen Tony, their on again off again relationship had captivated the press across the globe but they hadn't spoken in a long while. Silas had attempted texts and other forms of communication, but their last interaction hadn't been a pleasant one. Each man wanting something different from their relationship. Silas wanted long term commitment, which scared the life out of Tony.

However, Silas had decided to return and speak with Tony because all Silas could think about was the Iron Man. Every night had been horrible and lonely without the man Silas held so dearly and fondly in his heart. He stepped off the quinjet and greeted the AI voice welcoming him into the Tower before wandering to the lab where he could hear the quiet hum of rock music. It was a sound that brought a small smile to his lips.

"Tony?"

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Tony hadn't been expecting Silas. He never was, really. Especially after last time... He knew it was his fault. He'd pushed him away because he was scared. Scared of what he wanted, scared of what commitment might mean.

Even though he trusted Silas, it was hard to unlive a life of betrayal.

So his head jerks up in shock when he hears his voice. "...what are you doing here?" He breathes.

Silas shrugged off his jacket and folded it over his arm as he slowly approached Tony. He wasn't entirely sure how to explain how he had been feeling to Tony, last time he tried that the two men fell into a huge argument. He swallowed thickly before placing his jacket down on one of the stools at Tony's workbench.

"I thought I'd be fine, you know?" He spoke softly. "I thought if I was back home with my family that I could fall back into my normality." Silas added, twisting his family ring around his finger nervously. "But every night when my head hit the pillow, all I could think about was you. All I could see when I shut my eyes was you." The prince declared.

He let his eyes lift to look at Tony. "I've missed you more than words can describe, so I came back to talk to you."

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Tony sighed, putting down the wrench he'd been using on the helmet. He waves a hands and the holographic screens in the air dissapear. "This conversation didn't go well last time," he warns.

He sighs and looks over at Silas, wiping his greasy hands on his already ruined jeans. Silas has seen that look a lot. Too tired, too worn, but working anyway. Just a hint of a spark of passion in his eyes. "You know how I feel about relationships." Yeah. Terrified.

Silas nodded slowly. "I know." He spoke softly and slowly approached him again, not caring about the dirty jeans or his grease covered hands. The prince very carefully reached his hand up, cupping Tony's cheek and letting his thumb brush against his cheekbone. "You have consumed every thought of mine since I left, Tony. I have missed you more than I can describe with words."

Those pale green eyes looked into Tony's eyes, they were soft and warm. "I know you are scared, and I'm not looking for commitment." Silas whispered, leaning closer to Tony and pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead. "I just want to see where this could go again."

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Tony couldn't help it. He leant into Silas' hand the second it cupped his cheek. his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "...I missed you too, you know," he whispered. "Fucking hated myself for it, but yeah. I missed you."

He hated how he melted. But he did. "You know that isn't fair to you. You want more. I don't know... if I can give you that. It's too much of a risk, Si.."

Silas continued to let his thumb glide across Tony's cheek in a soothing motion. "For once, can you not think with your head?" He asked softly. "I'm willing to risk everything if it means I can just be near you again, hold you again." He whispered softly, his free hand gently snaking around Tony's waist.

"I know this is terrifying to you, but if you trust me, then what have you got to lose?" Silas asked sincerely, his forehead coming to rest against Tony's.

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"You're holding me now," Tony points out, fighting to not move closer and completely melt into Silas' hold. God, though. He wants to. He really fucking wants to. "I don't want to hurt you." He never had and he never would.

A quiet, wet laugh. "You know the answer to that." The painful thing was, he did. Because Tony did trust him, had told him. The people he'd loved, the countless betrayals. Ty, Sunset, Obie. The reasons he wanted but wouldn't let himself have.

Silas' lips curled into a smile when Tony pointed out the obvious in their conversation. Another piece of him he had missed. "Tony." He whispered softly. "At least hear me out on the second half of my proposal." He said softly, pulling back a little just to look at Tony in full view.

"Come to Jasari with me for a while." He said. "And then, if you still feel the same, we won't go any further and I'll let you live your life in peace." Silas promised.

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Tony sighs. "I have responsibilities, Si," he points out. "I've got a company to run, and what if th e Avengers get a call to assemble? I can't just up and leave for..." Who knows how long.

Besides, part of him worries that if he leaes, he won't want to go back to his own life.

"Can't Pepper handle things with your company?" He asked softly. "And I'm sure the Avengers will survive. There's five other members." Silas told him. "I'm also not opposed to helping if a superhero emergency pops up." Silas stated.

"Please Tony. What are you so scared of?" Silas asked, his voice slightly more serious. He felt that Tony was just throwing excuses at him as a way to not let him get close.

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"Pepper has enough on her plate.." Tony trails off weakly. He knows he's jsut giving Silas pointless reasons that he can't come. Beause he's right, he is scared.

He sighs, and looks away. "I'm scared of how much I want you," he admits quietly. "I'm sscared that I'm going to go with you, and have everything be.. perfect and I'm going to-. I'm scared."

Silas gently looped his fingers under his chin and lifted his head up. "Look at me. It's okay to be scared." He whispered softly and kissed his forehead.

The prince cleared his throat. "I'm in New York for a couple of days at least. Could you maybe think on it?" He asked softly. "And if you truly don't want to go, then we can call an end to whatever it is we are." Silas said seriously even if it would break his heart to do so.

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Tony almost shakes his head. He's not supposed to be scared. Stark men are made of iron, right? Iron didn't bend, or fear.

Still, he can't help but soften ever so slightly. "Why don't you stay with me?" He asks quietly. "We'll get dinner a couple times.. try the whole.. together thing out?"

Silas looked at Tony and let his finger trace the shape of Tony's jaw. "I'll stay with you." He spoke softly. "But only if that's something you want?" He added, remaining very close to Tony with his arm gently wrapped around Tony's waist.

"I'll always stay when you ask me." Silas smiled softly. The prince pulled Tony into a hug, his arms wrapped around Tony's waist as he held him close to comfort him.

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"Of course it's what I want. I'm terrible at admitting it but that doesn't mean I don't know that I want-" you. He can barely say it. It's too scary for now.

He wraps his arms around SIlas in return, god, he'd missed him. Down to the damns scent.

Silas held Tony close and kissed his forehead softly. "Then I'll stay and we can see where this goes." He spoke softly, allowing his hands to hold onto Tony's hips before lifting him up with little to no effort. "But I'd appreciate you at least meeting someone special to me."

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

Hedy stays on Logan’s other side, so he’s between her and Bucky, like the dog knows he’s nervous.

Bucky squeezes his hand as they walk to back to the parking lot.

“Slow and steady okay? If it gets too much just tell me.”

Logan nodded to Bucky. "Slow and steady." He repeated to keep himself calm. "Okay, I will tell you, I promise." He said and continued to pet Hedy's head to help him calm down further. Logan climbed into Bucky's car, buckling himself in with a small smile.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

“It’s okay. We’ll grab you some extra clothes, pyjamas, a toothbrush. Then once you find out things you like we can get things.”

Bucky stands up.

“Ready?”

Logan got up and nodded, taking Bucky's hand again. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said, although he was incredibly nervous about meeting Bucky's family. He looked at Hedy and pet her head gently. "Good girl."

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

“I think you’ll like our place. It’s a lot more peaceful and relaxed than the city.”

“There’s a smaller town, we can get you some clothes, anything else you need?”

Logan thought to himself and looked down at himself, unsure of what else he could need. "I, uh, don't know what I'll need." Logan explained to him sheepishly. Clothes sounded good, he'd never had much more than what he was currently wearing. "But I don't know what else I'm supposed to need."

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

“Absolutely. I can teach you if you like.” Bucky gives Hedy the last bite of his hotdog.

“We’ve got loads of room to ride a bike. We moved out of the city, have a nice quiet place upstate.”

Logan smiled. "That sounds good. The city's a little loud and has too much going on." He said, having had to try and navigate the trains to try and find Bucky to begin with. "I don't really enjoy the loudness of the city." He added.

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

“I think they will. They might even help you find more things you like. You can just be a kid, not a weapon.” He hugs Logan close again.

Logan nodded slowly. "I'd like that. Being just a kid, that would be good." He said with a small smile and nuzzled close to Bucky again. "You think I could learn to ride a bike? I saw that in a movie once."

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A week. That's how long Logan had been free of the laboratory that created him. He had travelled with nothing more than a battered old backpack and a set of clothes he had stolen from a thrift store along his travels. His travelling had taken him to New York with a stolen folder of information regarding his parentage, something that had intrigued him for as long as he could remember.

With the manila folder tucked up under his arm and his pair of worn headphones hung around his neck, Logan approached an apartment door and gave it a firm knock. He rocked back and fourth on his heels, anticipation rattling every fibre of his being. The name in the folder was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes a.k.a The Winter Soldier, an old Hydra asset that broke free from their control. Like father, like son he supposed.

Logan looked up at the door again and knocked firmly once again. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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A dog barks on the other side of the door, and eventually it opens. Bucky shoos away a large, elderly German Shepherd.

“You lost kid?”

Logan jumped when the dog barked, but his eyes quickly darted upwards when the man appeared at the door. "L-Lost? Oh, no, I'm looking for Sargent James Barnes?" The boy explained whilst holding tight to the manila folder tucked under his arm. "He's supposed to live here."

He eyes the kid, tilting his head as he takes in Logan’s appearance.

Past him inside the apartment, the dog paces, cardboard moving boxes piled up.

“He might. Depends who’s looking.”

Logan held tight to his manila folder tucked up under his arm before handing it to Bucky, peering past into the cluttered apartment. "Uh, I'm his son. My name's Logan Barnes and well, the rest is sort of explained in the folder I stole." He explained with an endearing half smile that wad ever so slightly crooked.

"Sooooooo, can you help me or not?"

Bucky flicks through the files, face going pale. A wedding ring catches the light, slipped onto his human hand rather than the metal one.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

Logan rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. "Well, uh, it is. Sort of made in an lab using his DNA and some woman." He explained. "That's as far as I got with the information to be honest." Logan rubbed the back of his head.

"Are you Sargent Barnes?"

He mutters something under his breath, cursing.

Bucky looks over Logan curiously, really looking at him. Something makes him tilt his head and blink away a tear.

“I used to be Sargent Barnes.”

Logan hadn't want to upset him, but he noticed the tear that got blinked away. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I don't wanna make a mess of your life or anything, I just wanted to get away from that lab and speak to my dad." Logan explained quietly, playing with his fingers nervously.

“Hey, no, I’m just shocked. None of this is your fault, okay?” Bucky says gently.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and get ice cream or something.”

The way he talks he already sounds like a dad.

Logan looked up at him with a curious eye. "Ice cream?" He questioned in confusion. "Um I don't think I've ever had ice cream before?" He added quietly, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. There was a lot he hadn't experienced being locked up in a lab.

“Oh, right. Umm, it’s cold and sweet. Most kids like it.”

Bucky’s phone starts to ring and he looks at the screen, eyes flicking to Logan.

“Give me a sec.” He steps away and answers it.

“Hey doll, yeah I know…..something…something massive has come up…probably going to be late…might have someone with me….we need to talk.” Logan vaguely hears a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

Logan looked at Bucky, wondering who he was speaking to. The wedding ring and the woman's voice were strongly suggesting that it was his wife. He felt that he was just intruding on someone's life which only made him more quiet and embarrassed by everything he was causing.

"Is that your wife?" Logan asked curiously. "Is she gonna be okay with me just showing up?"

“Yes, her name is Lina. And don’t worry, she’ll understand.” Bucky notices the change in Logan, and wonders how much he should talk about the family, not wanting to overwhelm the kid.

“Let’s go for that walk? Get some fresh air, talk. Besides, Hedy really could use it.” He gestures to the dog, who’s sniffing in Logan’s direction curiously.

Logan looked towards the dog and tilted his head. "Hedy?" He asked curiously. "That's his name?" He giggled quietly.

The boy paused for a moment and nodded. "I'd like a walk. A walk would be good." He said and held his hand out for the dog to sniff. "Hi boy. It's nice to meet you." He gently pet his head.

“Girl. Named after Hedy Lamarr.” Bucky smiles, watching the dog’s tail wag.

“Give her a chin scratch and you’ll be best friends.”

Bucky pulls on his jacket and finds Hedy’s lead.

“There’s a good park not too far from here.”

"Girl." Logan reminded himself and gently scratching under her chin. The boy smiled. "I like dogs. They're good animals." He hummed happily before looking up at Bucky.

He still felt he was intruding on the man's life and family. Logan followed Bucky along the street towards the park, he was being very quiet.

“So…you said you wanted to speak to your dad…got any questions?” He asks calmly, Hedy staying close to Logan.

Logan gently pet Hedy's head, smiling at her before looking up at Bucky. "Well, uh, I guess I just wanted to know about you?" He explained. "Cause like they always talked about the Winter Soldier and how I was supposed to be like him." Logan added.

“That…wasn’t me. Not really, the Winter Soldier was brainwashed and memory wiped.” Bucky sighs.

“I guess, about me? I like old music and books. I repair and rebuild cars and bikes in my spare time. Can’t cook, but that’s alright cause I married someone who can.” He shrugs.

Logan glanced up at Bucky. The Hydra lab he had been raised inside of had always told him he was to become the next Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra 2.0 hence why Bucky's DNA had been used to create him.

"I don't know much about cars." Logan said, trying to find common ground with his father but he was obviously finding that difficult since the only people he ever spoke to were doctors and Hydra agents

“That’s okay. Do you know what you do like?” Bucky asks, he understands what being a lab rat is like, the lack of freedom.

There’s a hotdog stand just inside the park.

“Ever had a hotdog?”

Logan thought to himself. "Sometimes they'd give me comic books." He smiled a little. "I still have a couple of them in my backpack and they're really cool. I like superheros, I guess." He explained to Bucky.

His eyes glanced to the hotdog stand and shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He told Bucky, his hand cautiously petting the top of Hedy's head.

Bucky nods.

“I liked comics as a kid.”

He notes Logan’s expression.

“They’re not actually made of dog. Usually pork or beef.”

Logan relaxed a little when Bucky revealed that the food wasn't made of dogs. He looked down at Hedy. "Guess you're safe, huh girl?" He smiled softly, gently petting her head.

His gaze went back to Bucky. "I'd kinda like to try one?" He managed to squeak out nervously.

Hedy wags her tail happily.

“Yeah? I like mine with relish and mustard.”

He leads Logan over to the stand.

Logan peered over the stand curiously. "Maybe just a plain one for me to try first." He said quietly whilst watching Bucky curiously. He assumed this is what fathers and sons were supposed to do, it was still a little foreign to him.

The boy scooted closer to Bucky, his hand instinctively taking hold of his father's.

Bucky doesn’t flinch, just ordered and paid, grabbing some sodas too.

He guess Logan is eleven, possibly, who knows with Hydra.

They sit on a park bench and Bucky hands him the plain hotdog.

“Here you go kid.”

Logan swung his legs absentmindedly on the bench, glancing back at Bucky before taking his plain hotdog. "Thank you." He said sheepishly. He was cautious and sniffed at the food before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "That's good." He said quietly, still loud enough for Bucky to hear.

Bucky decides then and there. This is his son, he’s going to give him every chance just to be a kid, have a normal life.

“Would you like a family? Somewhere to stay?” Bucky offers carefully.

Logan looked up at Bucky, still cautious and partially guarded. However, he nodded slowly. "I would like that. A lot." The boy told him with a small smile. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your life, sir. You have a wife and a dog and other stuff to worry about." Logan added, already feeling like a burden to Bucky's life simply by sharing DNA.

“You don’t need to call me sir. And you wouldn’t be getting in the way, absolutely not. I’m your dad, I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Bucky gently places a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

"I'm your dad."

They weren't exactly words he ever thought he'd hear, never in all those nights lying in his tiny cell in the lab facility. Yet, here he was. Sat beside the man who was his father. It was all a little too much for Logan and he suddenly hugged Bucky, burying his face into his chest.

Bucky’s startled for a moment, then carefully wraps Logan in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

Logan held onto Bucky like he might disappear if he let go even if just for a second. He sniffled a little. "I always wanted a family and a mom and a dad." He mumbled against the fabric of Bucky's shirt, his entire body visibly de-tensing the longer the hug was held.

Bucky smiles, rubbing Logan’s back comfortingly. He can see more and more of his own younger self in Logan.

“How about older brothers and sisters?” He asks, gauging the boy’s reaction. “Would you be okay having those?”

Logan looked up at Bucky with a surprised and intrigued look. "Older brothers and sisters?" He asked curiously. "Well, I guess that would be cool too? But what if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice growing a little quieter as he pondered his own question.

“I’m sure they will. Not all of them live with us all the time now.”

Bucky keeps his arm around Logan.

“You don’t have to meet everyone straight away, if you want, you can do one at a time?”

Logan nodded. "I think one at a time might be better." He said before glancing up at Bucky. "Your wife? She won't be upset about having an extra kid?" He asked curiously, leaning into Bucky's side and gently nuzzling close to him.

"Because I don't really want that to be the first impression I give, you know?" Logan chuckled a little.

“She might be a little shocked, like I was. If you like, I can call her?” Bucky offers.

Logan nodded, figuring that might be best rather than just turning up unannounced. He didn't want to be the bad kind of surprise for someone who his dad clearly cared about deeply.

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The phone rings briefly, then a woman answers.

“Miłość? Are you alright?” Her voice has the slightest accent.

Bucky explains everything to her, about finding Logan. There’s a pause as she processes the information.

“When is he coming home?”

Logan was a little surprised when hearing the accent, but he was even more surprised when she asked when he was coming home. He wasn't expecting such a response. He was expecting fighting and yelling, but that wasn't what was happening.

The boy looked up at Bucky with a slight glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Soon, we’ll be home soon.” Bucky smiles, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Can you give Charlie a heads up?” He asks.

Lina starts asking questions about bedrooms and clothes and food, wanting to know if there was anything Logan liked.

“Comic books, see if Wyatt has anything.” Bucky answers.

Charlie? Wyatt? Logan was assuming those were some of those older siblings that Bucky had mentioned, but he'd wait and see. It was odd that he couldn't come up with anything he liked on his own besides comic books. He was used to metal walls and a rather rigid schedule. He swallowed a little, the nerves creeping in again.

His hands gripped tight to the straps of his backpack, thinking quietly to himself before looking at Hedy who placed her head in his lap. The boy smiled and ran his fingers through her fur gently.

Bucky ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. He hands Logan one of the sodas he’d bought with the hotdogs.

“Thirsty?”

Logan nodded and accepted the soda. He took a long drink of it before looking at Bucky. "Your wife sounds nice." Logan mentioned, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "How did you meet her?" Logan asked curiously. There was so much he wanted to know about his father and this family he had.

Bucky laughs, remembering.

“I was on a mission with the Avengers. Little did we know the X Men were also involved. There was a bit of a stand off before we realised we were all on the same side.”

He flexes the fingers on his vibrainium arm.

“Guy with metal arm meets girl who can manipulate metal.”

Logan giggled a little, his eyes looking at Bucky's metal arm. It was possibly the coolest thing he had ever seen. He carefully reached his hand out and brushed his fingers along the cool metal surface, his eyes just filled with wonderment. "That's cool." He whispered. "And how many kids do you have? Besides me?" He questioned curiously.

"Cause you mentioned Wyatt and Charlie?" Logan added.

Bucky watches him trace over the metal.

“Well. I suppose easiest is going eldest to youngest….Mikey, he’s actually my stepson, lives between here and California, Em and Leo, we adopted, but they have their own lives and places too, the twins, Wyatt and Novie, both at college, Wyatt’s home at the moment, injured. Charlie is…was…the youngest.”

Logan was a little taken aback by the amount of kids. Then there was him. He was another kid with a whole host of older siblings. That's not something he ever thought he'd have. "That's a lot of kids." Logan joked a little before looking up at Bucky. "So, I'm your 7th kid?"

“Huh…yeah I guess so.” Bucky smiles, a warm genuine smile.

Another one…seven kids. He blinks a little in disbelief.

Logan took another sip of his soda before nuzzling close to Bucky again, finally having found someone he felt safe with. It was a nice feeling, a feeling he never really thought he'd feel until he built the courage to break out. "I hope they like me."

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