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JAMES BUCKY JR MASTERLIST - Bucky with reader and their son.
a/n dont ask me why i just did - it was too cute not to writ. reader is lowkey my oc - am sorry. . . and btw - you can NOT unconvince me Bucky will not name his son after himself - personal headcanon you can not undo that for me - HE SO WANTS HIS JAMES JR XD
warnings just fluff. just before you read just know am dyslexic
You were playing mat with yours and Bucky’s 2-month baby boy as Bucky came in.
His son immediately looks up at Bucky and chortles a few giggles – seeing his dad and 2-month-old baby holds up his tiny arms at Bucky.
Bucky’s face brightens up when he sees them – and his bright blue eyes soften.
He walks forward and kneels on one knee next to the play mat and carefully picks him up and places him in his arms – before leaning back against the couch while the 3 of them sat on the play mat.
You smile – your heart melting at the exchange.
They had named their son James Steven Barnes, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Steve, or Cap’s name for his middle name– but you took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it.
You laugh as just as immediately Bucky had picked up their son, his toothless gums were instantly on Bucky’s vibranium arm.
Jay had a strange obsession with his dad’s metal arm – for some reason or the other he just loved it.
Bucky glances at you – but since you offered no assistance – his eyes then drift back to his son chewing on his arm, brow furrowed in contemplation.
Jay chortles a few giggles at his dad – his saliva dripping having left a slobbery grip on his dad’s arm. You couldn't help but throw you head back and laugh.
Bucky looks a tad bit annoyed and tries to pry the baby off his vibranium arm.
“That's not food, son. It’s metal.”
He says.
You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.
Bucky sighed and tries to pry off his baby’s slobbery grip – giving you a little scowl.
“Jay, c’mere. Let daddy have his arm back.”
Bucky says – as he tried and cooed a little to Jay.
Jay only chortles a few giggles – his bright blue eyes looking up at his dad as if he as content in this manner.
You couldn't help but snicker again as Jay refused to let go – the kid was too strong.
This happened every time, Bucky picked him up.
“Give me my arm back, Jay.”
Bucky says – this time, his tone of voice was a little sterner – but low not wanting to scare his baby, of course.
The baby only giggles and chortles – but still doesn’t let go.
“You’re son’s so weird!"
You giggled – now finally leaning to help get your 2-month son’s toothless gums off your husband’s metal arm – but Jay continued to leave a slobbery grip on his dad’s vibranium arm.
Bucky chuckles – despite his annoyance.
“He got that from his mother.”
He teases.
He then reaches down and attempts to pry Jay off his metal arm again.
You raised an eyebrow taking your hands away.
“Do you want my help or not?”
You smirked.
Bucky shakes his head – smiling.
“No, I’ve got this.”
He then tries again to pry your son off his arm – but still fails.
“Ok!”
You shrugged leaning back to watch as your 2-month son continued to leave his slobbery grip his dad’s metal arm.
“Jay, c’mon. Give back daddy’s arm.”
Bucky asks – sounding a little frustrated now.
“Jay, be nice.”
Bucky says.
The baby still doesn’t let go of his dad’s arm.
“C’mon, Jay.”
He says - trying once again to pry him off.
After a minute – you amusedly shakes your head.
“Hey, my baby, come here!”
You cooed softly holding out your hands to your little son – as you puckered your lips to kiss his cheek as you gently picked up your 2-month baby off Bucky.
Bucky laughs – watching the scene, shaking his head as he wipes off Jay’s saliva off his metal arm with a tissue.
“So, the kid will give me a hard time but listen to you?”
He puts his arm on your shoulder.
You smirked.
“I’m the favorite!”
You say – blowing raspberry kisses on Jay’s cheek.
The baby giggles and blows raspberries back.
“Yeah, I guess you are. Can’t blame the kid, though. You’re pretty great.”
Bucky says – smiling at his wife.
Once again – he puts his arm on your shoulder, hugging you to his side.
You giggled and cooed your little 2-month baby.
“Mama’s the best!”
You say.
Your baby stares at you for a moment – then chortles and giggles, blowing more raspberries at you.
“See?”
You smirk – turning to your husband.
"Yeah, I get it.”
Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes and chuckles
Jay blows more raspberries at you – and you respond by blowing more raspberries at him.
You always admired from afar as he rode upon that magnificent horse.
The prince’s long hair caught against the wind – it flowed as delicately as the waters of the Teleri.
The sun rays shining on his soft skin as his blue eyes narrowed in determination as himself and his horse trusted one another with every race, jump and leap.
Every day you sat underneath the tree – you back resting against – as the prince rode his horse.
This would be the only time a simple lady like yourself can watch one of the princes of Ñolder – the first prince of Ñolofinwë.
The first-time prince Findekáno caught your eyes many moons ago – you were only a child then and you had wandered off only to find yourself stuck in a muddy pit.
No one came to your aid even as you cried for hours in that lonely field – until the little prince found you himself.
You swore he was joking when he introduced himself as a prince – almost laughing at his face.
He didn’t take it too well, having made a grumpy and pouting face at you – but nevertheless being the kind ner he was even then as a young child he tried to help you out of the muddy it you had yourself stuck in.
You couldn’t help but watch as he got himself into all sorts of mischief just to get you out – eventually he had even gotten his horse, his friendly companion, who was only a mere foal at the time and pulled you out by racing on him.
You only rarely saw him afterwards – of course he was once the princes, where did he have the time to search for clumsy nis he once helped out.
But you saw him again – and while your eyes didn’t always meet, you were happy having gotten used to watching him from afar.
Just like you were doing now – pretending to be reading when your eyes were really on prince Findekáno and his trusted companion.
You came here almost every day – just to see him – having now fallen for him for many years now.
Your heart fluttered at the sight of him.
Then suddenly – his eyes met yours in a split second catching your gaze and you immediately hid your face with the book you were reading.
For a moment – you heard nothing but the wind around you as you held your breath.
You frowned – not hearing a sound and figured you had imagined the scenario.
So slowly you peeked from the book – you frowning seeing no sign of the prince of his horse.
You looked around the field – but nothing, it was as if he had only just vanished.
Then – you got up placing your book back in your little basket as you got up – dusting your dress, still confused as to where the prince silently disappeared to.
You were too focused on trying to find prince Findekáno – you had suddenly missed your footing, slipping against the mud.
Just as you fell – suddenly you heard a horse neighing and a strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind simultaneously, instantly being pulled up – breaking your fall so you do not hurt yourself.
For a moment – you only felt the rush of air and heard the pounding of hooves.
Slowly then you blinked your eyes open nervously – shocked to find yourself on the back of the beautiful horse that belonged to the prince you secretly loved.
You tensed – feeling your back pressed up against the prince.
The heat rushed to your cheeks as you heard his breathy amused chuckles from behind.
“It seems you’re still as clumsy – I may need to save you every time, my little damsel in distress.”
You heard – light heartedly teasing you.
You turned knowing meeting his eyes – the dimples on his cheeks making your heart flutter.
“Forgive me, prince Fi-”
But you cut yourself off – listening to his words as he kept riding his horse with you in front.
“…Every time?”
You frowned – looking at him again.
He smiled playfully and politely at you – and slowly rode into a gentle stop.
“Well, he and I haven’t forgotten our first rescue.”
The prince grins at you.
It was then you noticed how the horse was reacting to you – the stallion was quite calm in your presence, in fact he didn’t seem startled or nervous like horses usually were with strangers.
He slowly reaches up – turning its head allowing you to brush through his mane.
“He remembers you. . .as do I. . .”
Prince Findekáno tells you gently.
Your eyes widened as he spoke – looking at him shocked at a prince like him would remember you out of all people. . . ?
“My lady, why do you look very surprised to hear my words?”
He smiles at you – a small smirk hiding too.
“I did not. . .well it was many moons ago, my prince. . .”
“Perhaps – yet you did not forget me, you watched me every day and never approached me again – I must say that wounds me so.”
Prince Findekáno says to you.
“Well. . .you’re a prince and I. . .well I. . .”
“- A fair maiden worthy of many things. . .”
He finishes – a sincerity in his tone that speaks volumes for his well upbringing.
“You think so, my prince?
You blushed.
“Yes – I ought to do so. . .”
He says – and you believed then – taking the chance to now see him from up close that far away.
featuring merryman!bucky x mysterious noble!reader
fandom mcu- what if medieval era
a/n for @buckys-metal-arm
warnings only fluff and before you read just know am dyslexic. also the reader lowkey became my oc again. . . oop
Bucky was in the village square with his fellow merrymen and Steve Rogers-Hood. They were having celebrations after another successful steal and distributed it among the poor.
The music and dancing made usual quiet village square lively and spectacular.
“Come on, Bucky! Dance!”
Scott Lang and his other fellow merrymen tries to encourage Bucky as they danced among the village square as Bucky stayed in one place – scowling with his arms crossed as he looked at the square.
He only like the actual action – the loud music and celebrations didn’t call to me.
He rather stays in the sidelines – sipping his beer quietly watching.
But as much a Bucky tried to ignore the dancing, the music, which makes him even grumpier and uncomfortable than usual – but his fellow Merryman did not give up and dragged him towards the crowd of dancers.
Steve and the others laugh – pulling him into the dance as they sang on top of their lungs. He was now forced to dance.
The music, the noise, the crowd, he was so done with that. The other Merrymen tried to cheer him on – as they danced around him, in a circle.
He grumbles under his breath – letting out a sigh and it only got worse as the town decided to dance to the traditions and given with partners to dance with.
Bucky was now forced to find a partner. He didn't like this at all. It made him more uncomfortable as everyone danced around him with their partners.
He tried to stay isolated – but it didn't seem to work with his fellow merrymen determined to bring him into the fun of dancing.
Bucky was about to slip away again when suddenly – you – a female with pretty hair that was tied with a light blue ribbon that matched your white and light blue dress was suddenly caught in his hands.
Your exquisite dress and its intricate designs suggesting you were no village born woman – but of the nobility and Bucky was never too fold of the nobility.
Your eyes were wide as you looked into his blue eyes – as you appeared to be flushed and slightly out of breath.
Bucky’s eyes widened – but not in a good way. The only thing you managed to do was further irritate him. You were beautiful – yes, but he had no interest in dancing with you, especially considering you were of the nobility.
“Let go of me!”
Bucky tried to pull your hands off him and back away from you – but his fellow Merrymen were having a good time laughing and watching him trying dance with you.
“No – please! Just a moment!”
You were practically begging – your eyes moving around frantically around the crowds as if trying to hide among him and the others within the dance.
Bucky looked at you – your desperate eyes – and wondered, what made you so desperate?
You looked like you were trying to avoid the attention and sights of someone.
“Just one dance! Just – lead me to the other side and I’ll be out of your hair!”
You said – then your eyes cast down noticing the feel of his hands.
One arm was flesh, the other metal.
He narrowed his blue eyes once again, as he raised an eyebrow at you.
Your words intrigued him.
“Fine – just one dance.”
He said – as some of his fellow merrymen gave a surprised look seeing him talking to you.
Perhaps there was something about you. . .
At his words – you sighed in relief and looked at him gratefully.
As he started to lead you out of the dancing crowd -the music started to sound to his ears, making him want to cringe. He looked at you but said nothing – suddenly your eyes and how you weren’t so bothered by his metal like others usually were seemed have given him ease to help forget the loud singing and music.
Why didn’t look at him strangely or with disgust like women usually did because of his metal limb? – it was odd in everyone’s eyes including his even if he had learnt to adjust to it.
Though here you were – simply dancing, following his every step without gawking at him strangely.
“Thank you. . .”
You whispered – breaking him out of his trance.
Your eyes however – were now again frantically moving amongst the crowd.
You were still a little out of breath from seeming having run for a long time.
“You seem oddly desperately trying get away from the crowd. . .”
Bucky mutters – slightly curious, his eyebrows narrowing.
Your eyes widened a little as he stated so – curious yet so confidently stating it with every step he led you with in the dance.
“No! Just. . . getting through. . .”
You mumbled.
He let out an almost humorless chuckle, though there was slight amusement in it too – when you couldn’t give him any answers as he spins you gently.
It only made him more intrigued, because you were clearly avoiding to give him answers.
“Then, may I know your name?”
He asks, now that you were once again facing him after the spin – he’d never having been intrigued by a nobility before – they were too rich and never cared for the poor people starving within the streets down from their large houses and courtyards.
You wondered for a moment if you should tell him the truth – but she have heard of Steve Rogers-Hood and his merrymen, they wouldn't harm the innocent – you only hoped despite your status in appearance you seemed innocent to him.
“. . .Y/N”
You decided to answer reluctantly.
Bucky thought for a moment when you said your name.
“Y/N. . .A beautiful name!”
He said – as he tilted his head to look at you better, seeing how easily you followed his lead, despite being strangers.
He felt like he was getting somewhere now. The more you tried to avoid the crowds – the more he wanted to find out more about you as nobles usually like to flaunt themselves in crowds.
But before you could ask anymore – his steps had led you to the otherside as you had asked initially.
“Thank you!”
You said – and before he could say anything more you had ran.
Bucky stared at you – surprised by how quickly you ran away – but held onto the pretty blue ribbon you had in your hair.
You hadn’t even noticed as it caught onto his metal untying the little bow you had the ribbon in to tie your hair away from your hair when you ran.
His blue eyes wander down to it – perhaps it was a sign. . .
a/n reader you are my oc - deal with it ;) inpirsed from my oc's storyline and a series
Bucky saw as it started to snow in New York city for the first time in this year.
His expression immediately darkened. He remembered the cold of the ice – the white of the snow, the pain Hydra had caused.
He wasn’t too fond of snow after what happened to him in the snow, where it all began – where he was kidnapped and made into the Winter soldier.
No.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Snow was merely another season. He wouldn't let it hurt him anymore.
He looked around at the city, snowflakes falling gently to the ground. But there was no escaping it – snow meant winter. And with winter came the memory of cryo-freeze in Hydra.
Bucky’s fists clenched involuntarily. He had to get a grip – but all he could see was the white surroundings and the pain that came with them.
“Bucky! Bucky!”
Right then – you ran up to him – grinning as you quickly wrapped your arms around him, just as the first snowflakes fell around you.
Bucky’s eyes widened as he was suddenly embraced by you. He stiffened up at first – his instincts from being the Winter Soldier still strong.
But then relaxed once he recognized the familiar feeling of your arms around him – you were his light, the agent that was trusted and sent by Steve to look over and monitor his recovery in Wakanda – something tells Bucky, Steve knew you would fall in love with each other – and especially why he had asked you of all or anyone.
He hesitantly raised one arm and gently touched your hair – his metal hand trailing down your silky locks of wavy hair.
“Gotcha!”
You grin up at him.
Bucky then chuckled – still a bit surprised at your sudden appearance, but then again, he should have been you were always only within arm’s length always caring and loving him.
He gently wrapped his metal arm around you – holding you close and then again reaching with his flesh hand to gently stroking your hair.
“You really know how to make an entrance, Doll.”
He teased – his voice low and affectionate.
But you noticed, his blue eyes flickering slightly towards the falling snow, trying not to frown at it and focus on you.
You knew his fears with snow.
“You know. . . in there’s a myth in my culture – if you watch the first snow with someone, your love will be fulfilled. . .”
You smiled – explaining to him to ease his mind.
Bucky's gaze softened, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Is that right?”
He asked – a hint of playful disbelief in his tone.
He pulled you closer as the snow continued to fall – his hand gently stroking her cheek as he marvelled at you – still unable to believe someone like would choose someone traumatized and used like him.
“Well, then I’m glad I got to spend my first snowfall with you, Doll. But. . .our love is already pretty damn fulfilled, in my opinion.”
“I agree!” – You giggle.
“But it’s true – In Seoul, the communication network crashes when it’s the first snowfall of the season! It’s crazy! They’re all trying to set up dates with their crushes. Why? If they watch the first snow together their love becomes true!”
You smiled explaining to him.
The entire time – Bucky listened to your explanation with a soft small smile – completely captivated by your passion and enthusiasm.
He gently brushed your soft light bangs and leaned down to kiss your forehead.=
“Well, in that case. . .I’m grateful for this snowfall, for bringing us together. . .” – Bucky said softly – his blue eyes sparkling with affection.
“And not just because it made my very beautiful girlfriend come running out into the snow to surprise me. Though that was a nice added bonus.”
He adds – knowing you’d had come out knowing his fears with snow and you had officially changed his view of the snow into something else more beautiful with your words.
So you grin – having successfully distracted him from the trauma of the snow before nuzzling towards him.
“Me too. . .”
His heart swelling with contentment with your nuzzling.
“You know, Doll. . . I never thought I’d be the type to believe in superstitions.” – He said – a hint of wry amusement in his tone.
“But if there’s even a chance that watching the first snow together can make our love even stronger, then I’ll take it.”
“Me too – always and forever.”
You promised.
*Bucky smiled down at Tara, gently tilting her chin up so that their eyes met.*
“Always and forever, my Darling doll. . .” – He whispered, his voice filled with love and adoration.
“You’ve given me everything I could ever want or need, and I promise to return that love with every ounce my heart.”
Bucky leaned down to kiss you deeply – pouring every bit of adoration and loyalty he felt towards you into the kiss.
“I love you. . .”
You figured against his lips.
“I love you more, doll . . .”
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@winterarmyy - since you liked this idea of Bucky's trauma associated with snow :)
Palestinian Evacuation and Support Fundraisers -- Less than Halfway to their Goal
As the title says, these are support and evacuation fundraisers from my main list that are currently less than halfway to their goals. Please support these fundraisers by donating and sharing them so that they may complete their goals as quickly as possible and secure safety and/or evacuate should the Rafah crossing open again soon.
Last Update: 05/23/2024
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If you want to support Ukrainians, DO NOT donate to Red Cross. Can't speak about their work in other countries, but they're useless in Ukraine. The only trustworthy international organisation I can think of is World Central Kitchen.
Donate to World Central Kitchen
And it's even better to donate directly to Ukrainian organisations. Here are a few good legit places:
hospitallers.life - "Hospitallers", Ukrainian paramedics on the frontlines
savelife.in.ua - "Come Back Alive", assistance to the army
prytulafoundation.org - "Prytula Foundation", assistance to the army, humanitarian causes
starenki.com.ua - "Starenki", helping elderly people
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Bucky saw as it started to snow in New York city for the first time in this year.
His expression immediately darkened. He remembered the cold of the ice – the white of the snow, the pain Hydra had caused.
He wasn’t too fond of snow after what happened to him in the snow, where it all began – where he was kidnapped and made into the Winter soldier.
No.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Snow was merely another season. He wouldn't let it hurt him anymore.
He looked around at the city, snowflakes falling gently to the ground. But there was no escaping it – snow meant winter. And with winter came the memory of cryo-freeze in Hydra.
Bucky’s fists clenched involuntarily. He had to get a grip – but all he could see was the white surroundings and the pain that came with them.
“Bucky! Bucky!”
Right then – you ran up to him – grinning as you quickly wrapped your arms around him, just as the first snowflakes fell around you.
Bucky’s eyes widened as he was suddenly embraced by you. He stiffened up at first – his instincts from being the Winter Soldier still strong.
But then relaxed once he recognized the familiar feeling of your arms around him – you were his light, the agent that was trusted and sent by Steve to look over and monitor his recovery in Wakanda – something tells Bucky, Steve knew you would fall in love with each other – and especially why he had asked you of all or anyone.
He hesitantly raised one arm and gently touched your hair – his metal hand trailing down your silky locks of wavy hair.
“Gotcha!”
You grin up at him.
Bucky then chuckled – still a bit surprised at your sudden appearance, but then again, he should have been you were always only within arm’s length always caring and loving him.
He gently wrapped his metal arm around you – holding you close and then again reaching with his flesh hand to gently stroking your hair.
“You really know how to make an entrance, Doll.”
He teased – his voice low and affectionate.
But you noticed, his blue eyes flickering slightly towards the falling snow, trying not to frown at it and focus on you.
You knew his fears with snow.
“You know. . . in there’s a myth in my culture – if you watch the first snow with someone, your love will be fulfilled. . .”
You smiled – explaining to him to ease his mind.
Bucky's gaze softened, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Is that right?”
He asked – a hint of playful disbelief in his tone.
He pulled you closer as the snow continued to fall – his hand gently stroking her cheek as he marvelled at you – still unable to believe someone like would choose someone traumatized and used like him.
“Well, then I’m glad I got to spend my first snowfall with you, Doll. But. . .our love is already pretty damn fulfilled, in my opinion.”
“I agree!” – You giggle.
“But it’s true – In Seoul, the communication network crashes when it’s the first snowfall of the season! It’s crazy! They’re all trying to set up dates with their crushes. Why? If they watch the first snow together their love becomes true!”
You smiled explaining to him.
The entire time – Bucky listened to your explanation with a soft small smile – completely captivated by your passion and enthusiasm.
He gently brushed your soft light bangs and leaned down to kiss your forehead.=
“Well, in that case. . .I’m grateful for this snowfall, for bringing us together. . .” – Bucky said softly – his blue eyes sparkling with affection.
“And not just because it made my very beautiful girlfriend come running out into the snow to surprise me. Though that was a nice added bonus.”
He adds – knowing you’d had come out knowing his fears with snow and you had officially changed his view of the snow into something else more beautiful with your words.
So you grin – having successfully distracted him from the trauma of the snow before nuzzling towards him.
“Me too. . .”
His heart swelling with contentment with your nuzzling.
“You know, Doll. . . I never thought I’d be the type to believe in superstitions.” – He said – a hint of wry amusement in his tone.
“But if there’s even a chance that watching the first snow together can make our love even stronger, then I’ll take it.”
“Me too – always and forever.”
You promised.
*Bucky smiled down at Tara, gently tilting her chin up so that their eyes met.*
“Always and forever, my Darling doll. . .” – He whispered, his voice filled with love and adoration.
“You’ve given me everything I could ever want or need, and I promise to return that love with every ounce my heart.”
Bucky leaned down to kiss you deeply – pouring every bit of adoration and loyalty he felt towards you into the kiss.
“I love you. . .”
You figured against his lips.
“I love you more, doll . . .”
tagging: @batsyforyou </3
@winterarmyy - since you liked this idea of Bucky's trauma associated with snow :)
featuring bucky x mom!reader and their litte James Jr
fandom mcu- tfatws era
a/n read alone but is part of my James 'Jay' Steven Barnes drabble series - follow the James Bucky Jr tag if like more :)
warnings talk of his trauma, fluff - anything else ? - let me know
You were by the window showing Jay snow that was falling outside.
Bucky didn’t seemingly want to do anything with the snow – since what happened to him. In fact, he hated it now, but son was seemingly happy as his little blue eyes looking out the window curiously and in awe.
However – Bucky does walk over to his wife and son, leaning nearby just watching them.
“Look at the pretty snowflakes, Jay. . .”
You cooed your 2-month baby pointing out the window. Jay looked out the window – his bright blue eyes shining.
You had named your son James Steven Barnes, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Cap’s name for his middle name– but you also took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it.
Bucky looks over at their 2-month-old son and smiles warmly. He then looks out the window – his expression changing instantly seeing the snow.
“Wanna go play out in the snow, Jay?”
You ask your little baby seemingly excited for him to experience the snow for the first time.
Bucky watches as Jay looks out the window with awe and excitement – but looks away as he remembers his own traumatic experience with the snow.
You turn to notice Bucky looking troubled – and asks him if he’s alright, knowing how much winter and snow troubled him.
Bucky only have a quick nod.
“We’ll go, you can stay here, love.”
You gently said to Bucky kissing his cheek – “Don’t worry, OK?”
Bucky nods – but still can’t shake the feeling of dread as he watches Jay’s excitement and enthusiasm for the snow.
He feels guilty about his son’s love for something that Bucky associates with so much pain and trauma.
He knows that it’s important for Jay to experience different things in life – and he wants to be a good father. But he also can’t forget what the snow represents to himself.
“Bucky, we’ll right outside, OK? Don’t worry; I promise.”
You said pecking his lips this time.
Bucky nods again – wanting to trust his wife on this.
He looks at Jay with a sad expression – thinking about what could happen if they go out there.
But deep down – he knows that his son needs this experience.
He sighs and nods once more as you peck his lips and heads out with Jay.
You cooed and dressed you little 2-month baby in his jacket, little and tiny boots to keep him warm before heading outside into your snow-covered front yard.
You giggled – carefully twirling with Jay in your arms as he chortles a few giggles looking into the sky as the snowflakes fall over the both of you.
Bucky watches from the window – and feels his heart warm a little bit in spite of his sadness.
He smiles slightly as he sees his wife twirling with their baby – enjoying the snow and watching the snowflakes fall.
He appreciates you for giving Jay this experience, despite how it affects him.
“Look at that. . .”
Bucky hears his wife – with his super soldier enhanced hearing – as she spoke to their 2-month baby about the snow, crouching on the ground so Jay could touch it.
Bucky watches through the window as Jay touches the snow for the first time.
He is silent – but his mind is filled with thoughts and memories of when he was captured and experimented on by Hydra.
His eyes look troubled and distant – but he forces himself to focus on you and Jay as they both explore the snow. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment with his dark thoughts.
Jay giggles in your arms touching the snow and hits it gently.
He then looks at his mom blabbering something then beside her – seemingly looking for something.
But then he whines not able to see what he was looking for.
You frowned.
“What’s wrong baby?”
You asked as Jay started to whine and cry.
Bucky watches from the window, getting a little nervous.
He wonders if Jay is scared by the snow and cold – since he’s only 2 months old.
But then he hears his wife ask what Jay was or if he was looking for something and realizes that it might be something else entirely – someone.
Bucky listens carefully to Jay’s noises – trying to understand what he’s trying to communicate to you. Deep down he knows. . .
Bucky watches nervously – and is almost about to rush outside to help them.
He starts to panic – not knowing what to do or how to help. But then he takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm – forcing himself to watch as his wife attempts to calm their son down.
He wants to trust that she knows how to handle this situation.
Jay then spots Bucky – who was watching them through the window – and he whines his little arms trying to reach out to his dad who was still inside the house.
Bucky’s heart stops when he sees Jay trying to reach for him through the window.
He watches as you try to comfort Jay, but Jay only whines more and reaches even harder with his tiny body.
Bucky is filled with panic and confusion and doesn't know what to do.
He sees Jay reaching for him and knows that his son needs him.
But he also doesn’t want to expose Jay to the very thing that traumatized him. He just wants what’s best for his son, and doesn't know what’s right or wrong in this situation. . .
“Shh, baby. Mommy’s here. . .”
You cooed to Jay trying to comfort him – seeing that he wanted Bucky there too.
Bucky watches as you tried to comfort Jay – trying his best not to panic. He sees the way Jay wants him to come outside and feels guilty and conflicted about what to do.
Bucky wants to be there for his son – but also wants to protect him from the snow and cold because of the memories that confronts him.
Eventually – Bucky decides to set his fears aside to be there for his own son. He takes a deep breath and heads outside – carefully walking over to you and Jay.
You looked surprised and worried as Bucky walked over to you and Jay.
“Bucky. . .”
You whispered in slight shock and worry.
Jay cries whining reaching for his dad.
Bucky takes a deep breath and reaches down to grab Jay from his wife’s arms.
He’s silent for a moment, trying to calm Jay down and stop him from crying. He rocks the baby gently – speaking softly to him and trying to comfort him.
You watch, surprised and worried as Bucky takes over.
The Jay calms quickly planting his face on Bucky’s chest – feeling his dad’s warmth he missed and made a soft tiny content noise.
Bucky smiles and hugs Jay tightly as he calms down and nuzzles into his chest.
He’s silent for a moment – enjoying the feeling of Jay’s warmth against his body.
After a little bit – he looks up at you.
“He seems to have calmed down. I think he just wanted me. . . Do you think he's alright with the snow now?”
He asks softly.
You nod slowly – still worriedly looking over her husband.
Jay coos in Bucky’s arms – looking into his eyes smiling. It was as if Bucky was staring at himself in the mirror – as Jay had inherited the exact same blue eyes as him.
Bucky was smiling and gently strokes Jay’s hair and there’s a sense of pride and joy in seeing his own features in his son’s face – Bucky can never get used to how much Jay looked like hm – he really was James Bucky Jr.
He was touched by Jay’s smile.
Bucky turns to look at you – holding Jay a little more tightly as he feels overwhelmed by all the love he feels for his wife and son.
Jay lets out a tiny laugh reaching to Bucky’s face and touching the snowflakes that had fallen on his dad.
Bucky smiles widely as Jay reaches out to touch the snowflakes on his face.
He gently grabs Jay’s hand and rubs his finger against one of the snowflakes.
“Look, Jay. . .These are called snowflakes. They’re little pieces of ice that fall from the sky, and they’re really pretty, aren’t they?”
Bucky says quietly – wanting to teach Jay about the wonders of winter.
You looked on in awe and surprised as Bucky continues to show your 2-month baby the snowflakes. They baby obviously didn’t understand – he was seemingly happy just hear his dad talking to him.
Bucky continues to slowly run his finger across one of the snowflakes – and looks at Jay with a gentle smile. He wants to make the experience as pleasant and enjoyable as possible – even though he’s still a little panicked by the situation.
You smiled softly at the sight of your husband and son – and is emotional, tearing up as you realize how much Bucky has overcome to be the father that Jay deserves.
“Bucky. . .”
You were still said a little worried – especially as Bucky crouched to the snowed ground to show Jay the fallen snow.
Bucky nods and looks at you – still crouching down.
He looks at Jay lovingly and smiles as he continues to run his finger across the snowflakes and talk to him.
“That’s right, little man – Look at the snow! You’re doing great, Junior. . .”
Bucky says softly to Jay, holding him close to his chest to give Jay comfort and reassurance.
You gently crouched beside Bucky, as Jay giggles laughing seeing the snowflakes and all the snow on the ground – the 2-month baby still leaned in close to his dad.
Bucky keeps looking at Jay, making sure he’s comfortable and enjoying his experience with the snow.
He looks at you and seeing you smiling gently down at Jay too.
He gently rubs his finger over a few snowflakes – trying to teach Jay about them. Jay laughs and giggles, clearly fascinated by the snow and his dad’s attention.
“How about we make a snowman?”
Bucky suddenly suggested.
You look a little stunned as Bucky suddenly suggests they make a snowman.
Bucky glances at you and he grins – still gently strokes Jay’s dark hair.
“I think it’d be a good idea to make a snowman. Jay can play in the snow and have fun – and we can make it together, right bud?”
Bucky says – he looks at Jay, waiting for his reaction to the suggestion.
"Bucky, he’s only 2 months for that!"
You giggled.
Bucky looks at you smiling as he hears you laughing.
He shakes his head and gives a sarcastic grin.
“What do you mean ‘only 2 months old’? This little guy can is mine – he can handle making a snowman, I know he can.”
Bucky says with confidence.
Despite his joke – he knows that Jay is still little and can’t do on his own. But he thinks that building a snowman together will be a good intro to the snow.
“No. . . Bucky. . .What are you planning. . .”
You asked – a little worried, though amused.
Bucky grins at you and nods, still joking around with his wife.
“Oh – I’m planning something big. You just wait and see, Jay!”
Bucky says to Jay, and then looks back up at you again.
“But don't worry, doll. This snowman is going to be made with love.”
Bucky says with a soft smile, and then goes back to rubbing Jay’s hair.
He’s excited to make a snowman with you and Jay – but also a little anxious about what the finished product will look like.
You watched amused as he hands Jay back to you and gathers all the snow in while speaking to Jay, still keeping Jay’s attention on him.
However – that wasn’t too hard to do - seeing how Bucky was gathering large amounts of heavy snow.
Once Bucky has enough – he starts rolling it into a large snowball, still keeping his eyes on Jay to make sure he’s okay.
Once he’ss finished rolling, he nudges the snowball over to you and Jay.
“Here we go – can you help me finish the snowman, little man? Don’t worry – I’ll make sure you get the honor of putting the last detail on it.”
Bucky says to Jay, smiling at him as he gently tickles his chest. Jay chortles his tiny giggles at his dad – cooing with a wide smile.
You laugh – shaking in her head and approaches the large snowman with your baby in your arms and hands Jay over to Bucky again for them to enough off as you help too.
Bucky scoops Jay into his arms and smiles at him.
He continues to work – gathering snow with you and building the snowman together.
Once they eventually finish – they stand back and admire their work.
It’s a large, imperfect snowman – but Jay giggles as he looks at it.
Bucky smiles widely at this sight and turns to his wife.
“I think someone’s proud of our work! Wouldn’t you agree, bud?”
Bucky says – looking at Jay’s little smile.
Jay considerably cooed in some positive manner making you and Bucky smile at each other.
Bucky smiles at Jay as he makes happy noises – looking at his wife as they take in the sight of their 2-month-old son smiling and laughing at the snow and the snowman that he, Bucky, and you made together. He looks over at you – his heart filled with love as he watches you interact with the baby.
“Let’s take a photo, doll. We need to remember this moment.”
Bucky says quietly – smiling at you as he pulls out his phone.
You nod – stepping into the selfie frame and kissing Jay’s cheek as Bucky takes the picture.
Bucky takes a few photos of you, Jay, and the snowman that they just made together. He smiles widely throughout the photos and makes sure to get all the right angles.
He looks at the results and is pleased with how they turned out.
“Nice. I love this picture.”
Bucky says to you, and then looks at Jay with a big grin.
“Do you like how the snowman turned out, little man?”
He asks Jay – while giving him a tickle on his chest.
You smiled – watching them interact before leaning to kiss Bucky’s cheek.
“I’m so proud of you. . .”
You whispered.
Bucky smiles as you and he whisper his appreciation back to you.
He then tickles Jay’s chest again, which makes the baby laugh and smile again.
“I’m very proud of you too, doll.”
He says softly, staring at his wife as they hold their 2-month-old son.
He’s filled with love for them both and is grateful to have them in his life.
He knows that they need to head back inside soon – since the cold and weather isn’t the best for babies. But for now, it feels like an unforgettable moment.
a/n dont ask me why i just did - it was too cute not to writ. reader is lowkey my oc - am sorry. . . and btw - you can NOT unconvince me Bucky will not name his son after himself - personal headcanon you can not undo that for me - HE SO WANTS HIS JAMES JR XD
warnings just fluff. just before you read just know am dyslexic
You were playing mat with yours and Bucky’s 2-month baby boy as Bucky came in.
His son immediately looks up at Bucky and chortles a few giggles – seeing his dad and 2-month-old baby holds up his tiny arms at Bucky.
Bucky’s face brightens up when he sees them – and his bright blue eyes soften.
He walks forward and kneels on one knee next to the play mat and carefully picks him up and places him in his arms – before leaning back against the couch while the 3 of them sat on the play mat.
You smile – your heart melting at the exchange.
They had named their son James Steven Barnes, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Steve, or Cap’s name for his middle name– but you took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it.
You laugh as just as immediately Bucky had picked up their son, his toothless gums were instantly on Bucky’s vibranium arm.
Jay had a strange obsession with his dad’s metal arm – for some reason or the other he just loved it.
Bucky glances at you – but since you offered no assistance – his eyes then drift back to his son chewing on his arm, brow furrowed in contemplation.
Jay chortles a few giggles at his dad – his saliva dripping having left a slobbery grip on his dad’s arm. You couldn't help but throw you head back and laugh.
Bucky looks a tad bit annoyed and tries to pry the baby off his vibranium arm.
“That's not food, son. It’s metal.”
He says.
You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.
Bucky sighed and tries to pry off his baby’s slobbery grip – giving you a little scowl.
“Jay, c’mere. Let daddy have his arm back.”
Bucky says – as he tried and cooed a little to Jay.
Jay only chortles a few giggles – his bright blue eyes looking up at his dad as if he as content in this manner.
You couldn't help but snicker again as Jay refused to let go – the kid was too strong.
This happened every time, Bucky picked him up.
“Give me my arm back, Jay.”
Bucky says – this time, his tone of voice was a little sterner – but low not wanting to scare his baby, of course.
The baby only giggles and chortles – but still doesn’t let go.
“You’re son’s so weird!"
You giggled – now finally leaning to help get your 2-month son’s toothless gums off your husband’s metal arm – but Jay continued to leave a slobbery grip on his dad’s vibranium arm.
Bucky chuckles – despite his annoyance.
“He got that from his mother.”
He teases.
He then reaches down and attempts to pry Jay off his metal arm again.
You raised an eyebrow taking your hands away.
“Do you want my help or not?”
You smirked.
Bucky shakes his head – smiling.
“No, I’ve got this.”
He then tries again to pry your son off his arm – but still fails.
“Ok!”
You shrugged leaning back to watch as your 2-month son continued to leave his slobbery grip his dad’s metal arm.
“Jay, c’mon. Give back daddy’s arm.”
Bucky asks – sounding a little frustrated now.
“Jay, be nice.”
Bucky says.
The baby still doesn’t let go of his dad’s arm.
“C’mon, Jay.”
He says - trying once again to pry him off.
After a minute – you amusedly shakes your head.
“Hey, my baby, come here!”
You cooed softly holding out your hands to your little son – as you puckered your lips to kiss his cheek as you gently picked up your 2-month baby off Bucky.
Bucky laughs – watching the scene, shaking his head as he wipes off Jay’s saliva off his metal arm with a tissue.
“So, the kid will give me a hard time but listen to you?”
He puts his arm on your shoulder.
You smirked.
“I’m the favorite!”
You say – blowing raspberry kisses on Jay’s cheek.
The baby giggles and blows raspberries back.
“Yeah, I guess you are. Can’t blame the kid, though. You’re pretty great.”
Bucky says – smiling at his wife.
Once again – he puts his arm on your shoulder, hugging you to his side.
You giggled and cooed your little 2-month baby.
“Mama’s the best!”
You say.
Your baby stares at you for a moment – then chortles and giggles, blowing more raspberries at you.
“See?”
You smirk – turning to your husband.
"Yeah, I get it.”
Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes and chuckles
Jay blows more raspberries at you – and you respond by blowing more raspberries at him.
