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✫ON PRODUCTION: Ashes to Fate
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Summary: Going to the grocery store as a family is an easy task—but not for Bucky. Not when he has a young son who knows how to play his cards right and always gets what he wants.
Tags: Established relationship: married couple, domestic Bucky, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Bucky and the reader are parents, their son’s name is Grant (Yeah… once again, Bucky’s kids have names related to Steve), reader is pregnant, Grant throwing tantrums and being manipulative, everyday life, no y/n, my native language isn’t English (I apologize if there are any mistakes).
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The supermarket was quiet. Just a few people were strolling calmly through the aisles, looking at the well-stocked shelves as they decided what else, besides the items already on their lists, they would end up taking home that day.
Bucky was one of those people.
The cart was already full with everything you had written down on the shopping list, but he kept wandering through the aisles more out of distraction than necessity. It was a way to keep Grant entertained while you were in the toy section looking for a birthday present for your son.
He pushed the cart slowly, staying close behind the little boy as he walked around staring at everything within sight. Grant grabbed anything within his reach just to inspect it curiously before putting it back—or at least trying to.
“Put that back where it belongs, buddy.” Bucky said calmly.
And every single time Grant obeyed, a small smile appeared on Bucky’s lips almost immediately.
The moment he noticed the boy was about to turn toward the toy aisle, Bucky reacted quickly.
“Grant, let’s go this way.” Bucky said as he steered the cart into another aisle.
The child turned around with a small pout painted across his lips, clearly unhappy about it, though he still ended up following his father anyway.
“I wanna see the toys...” he mumbled, dragging out the words a little before adding more quietly, “And I miss Mom...”
Bucky’s expression softened instantly.
He missed you too. The need to take care of you had only grown stronger since your new pregnancy.
“When she comes back, the three of us can go look at the toys together, okay?”
Grant gave a tiny nod and quickened his pace with small hurried steps to catch up to him. He reached out to grab onto the sleeve of his father’s jacket.
Bucky didn’t hesitate to let go of the cart with one hand so he could intertwine his fingers with his son’s as they entered the frozen food aisle.
They walked together for a few seconds before Grant suddenly let go and ran toward one of the glass freezer doors. He pressed both hands against the glass while staring with completely lit-up eyes at a box of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.
“Dad! Dad!” Grant exclaimed excitedly, bouncing on his feet. “My nuggets! We have to get them!”
Bucky pulled the folded shopping list from his jacket pocket and looked over it quickly.
You hadn’t written down nuggets.
“Mom didn’t put nuggets on the list.” he replied to his son.
The pout returned to Grant’s face, this time much deeper. His blue eyes began to fill with that watery shine of crocodile tears that rarely worked on you, but your husband was weak.
Bucky let out a barely audible sigh as he quickly stuffed the list back into his pocket before giving his son a conspiratorial smile.
“Maybe your mom forgot to write them down. Go ahead, grab one.”
“Yaaay!” Grant squealed immediately, unable to contain his excitement.
His small hands hurried toward the handle of the glass door, though he only managed to move it a few inches before Bucky stepped in to help him.
The second the door opened completely, Grant grabbed one of the nugget boxes and hugged it tightly against his chest as if he had just discovered treasure. Barely a second later, he let out a high-pitched giggle when the cold seeped through the fabric of his hoodie.
“It’s so cold!” he exclaimed between laughs while holding the box out to his father.
Bucky chuckled softly under his breath before taking the nuggets and placing them into the cart.
“That’s what happens when they live in the freezer."
Grant laughed again and continued walking beside him, though the peace only lasted a few seconds.
“Dad! We should get ice cream!”
This time, Bucky didn’t even need to pull out the list. He already knew ice cream wasn’t on it, especially since there was still half a tub left at home thanks to your constant pregnancy cravings.
“There’s still ice cream at home, buddy.”
The pout instantly returned to Grant’s face with impressive speed.
“But I want chocolate ice cream...”
Bucky held firm for exactly five seconds.
Five.
Because Grant crossed his arms and, with all the dramatics a small child could possibly gather, dropped himself onto the cold supermarket floor.
“I miss my mom...” he said in a shaky, high-pitched voice while the first tears started rolling down his cheeks.
Bucky looked up just in time to notice a woman passing through the aisle watching him with a slight frown, as if silently judging what kind of terrible father he was.
He let out a resigned sigh.
Setting the cart aside, he walked over to Grant and easily lifted him up by the underarms before settling him against his hip.
“Okay, okay... we’ll get a small tub of ice cream for everyone to share.”
The crying stopped so fast it was almost offensive.
Grant immediately burst into laughter again, completely recovered, while Bucky grabbed a small tub of chocolate ice cream and placed it into the cart, shaking his head faintly even as a small smile tugged at his lips.
After that, things got a little out of control.
Aisle after aisle, Grant took full advantage of his father’s far-too-soft heart to convince him to add more things to the cart. First, it was a strawberry yogurt “because it looked yummy.” Then a small box of crayons he apparently “urgently needed.” After that came grape juice.
And finally, a pine tree-shaped car freshener that Grant found so funny he spent nearly an entire minute laughing at it by himself.
By the time Bucky finally lifted his gaze and spotted you in the distance, he let out a sigh of absolute relief.
Because honestly, if Grant continued having unlimited access to his guilt and emotional weakness, they were probably going to leave with half the supermarket.
The moment Grant saw you at the end of the aisle, his eyes lit up even more.
“Mommy!” he shouted excitedly while already waving his arms from where he sat in his father’s hold.
Bucky barely had time to set him down before the boy took off running toward you as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, wrapping himself around your legs the second he reached you.
“Oh, God! Careful, sweetheart.” you said, startled but smiling.
One of your hands instinctively went to your swollen belly while the other rested on Grant’s head, gently stroking his hair.
You only managed to take a few steps before Bucky approached with the shopping cart.
“Look at everything we got!” Grant announced proudly, as if he had been the one doing all the hard work.
Bucky tried to look completely normal.
He failed.
Because the cart no longer resembled the original shopping list in the slightest.
The bags of vegetables and the things you had actually needed were buried beneath dinosaur nuggets, yogurts, juice boxes, chocolate ice cream, crayons, and the pine-scented car freshener still hanging ridiculously from the side of the cart.
“James...” you murmured while looking at him.
Bucky felt that look the same way a soldier felt the sight of a rifle aimed at the back of his neck.
“Before you say anything...” he started, raising one hand slightly, “I just want to clarify that technically all of this was emotional manipulation.”
Your hand left your son’s hair to rest on your hip while the other continued rubbing your belly.
“This kid is dangerous.” Bucky defended himself quickly.
“Dad let me get nuggets!” Grant interrupted with a huge grin.
“Grant also cried on the floor." Bucky added immediately, pointing at him in an attempt to shift the blame. “There was an audience. People were judging me.”
You raised an eyebrow while letting go of your stomach to pick up the air freshener between two fingers.
“And this?”
Grant burst into laughter as he finally let go of your leg.
“It’s a tree! And it smells good!”
Bucky looked away, completely incapable of defending himself this time.
“I have no explanation for that one.”
Grant wrapped himself around your leg again while continuing to ramble nonstop.
“And we also got chocolate ice cream because I missed you and Dad said we could all share it and there’s juice and crayons and-”
Bucky closed his eyes for a brief second.
“He psychologically manipulated me for forty straight minutes. I wasn’t prepared for this.”
And even though he tried to sound exhausted, the small tired smile on his face completely ruined any real attempt at complaining.
Because seeing you there, with Grant clinging to your leg, a baby on the way, and a shopping cart full of unnecessary things, still felt dangerously close to a perfect life.
One he had never believed he deserved, but somehow had now.
“What am I going to do with you, Barnes?” You murmured in amusement while looking over the contents of the cart. “You become weak when it comes to Grant. I don’t even want to imagine how you’ll be once this little girl is born.”
Bucky’s smile widened instantly, turning into something shamelessly flirtatious.
He slowly stepped closer and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against your cheeks. The cold vibranium of his metal hand made you shiver and laugh softly.
“Maybe you should just love me anyway...” He murmured close to your lips before pressing a soft kiss against them. “...Even with my weak heart.”
And then another.
And another one after that, barely brushing against your lips with that absentminded tenderness that always managed to undo you far faster than you were willing to admit.
For a moment, you completely forgot that you were still standing in the middle of a supermarket.
Until a small indignant voice interrupted the moment.
“You’re squishing me!”
You and Bucky burst into laughter as you quickly pulled apart.
Grant was still wrapped around your leg, accidentally trapped between the two of you. The little boy finally let go only to cross his arms over his chest, a small offended pout appearing on his face.
“You’ll survive, champ.” Bucky said, still laughing.
Grant didn’t seem convinced.
Before he could start protesting again, Bucky spoke first, suspiciously quick to regain control of the situation.
“Didn’t you want to go look at the toys, Grant?”
That was enough.
All indignation disappeared instantly.
“Yes!”
Grant immediately took off running toward the toy aisle without wasting a second, forcing both of you to follow before he decided to take home half the store.
You ended up holding onto Bucky’s arm as you walked behind your son, watching him excitedly dart through the aisles.
Bucky lowered his voice slightly so Grant wouldn’t overhear him.
“Did you get the presents?”
You nodded with a proud smile.
“They’re hidden in the trunk.”
Bucky let out a small sigh of relief.
“Perfect. Because if that kid saw the toys, he’d probably try to convince us to buy them right now.”
“Probably?”
Bucky barely turned his head to look at you with amusement.
“Okay. Definitely.” He admitted.
A laugh escaped your lips as the two of you kept walking together, watching Grant stop in front of a massive shelf filled with action figures.
The boy immediately turned toward you both, his eyes shining with excitement.
And Bucky, the moment he saw him that happy, already knew he was about to lose another battle.
The pout returned to Grant’s face, this time much deeper. His blue eyes began to fill with that watery shine of crocodile tears that rarely worked on you, but your husband was weak.
Honestly I think I might break too if he keeps pouting so cute😩
The crying stopped so fast it was almost offensive.
I often work as a nanny and I can confirm this 😂😂
“Grant also cried on the floor." Bucky added immediately, pointing at him in an attempt to shift the blame. “There was an audience. People were judging me.”
The urge to jump him with kisses and bite his faaaace
“Maybe you should just love me anyway...” He murmured close to your lips before pressing a soft kiss against them. “...Even with my weak heart.”
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