That’s Christmas To Me {9/?}
Warnings: Language….THANKS to @perpetually-tuned-out at the bottom…there will be a read more. DO NOT READ IT UNLESS YOU ARE OVER 18.
Opening up yet another big box labeled Christmas, you sigh at the extreme amounts of colorful garland and tinsel. So it begins. Sam and Wanda are laughing and nudging each other under the entry way, supposedly “putting up the mistletoe” for the last twenty minutes. Nat and Steve had already set out tree ornaments and were currently hanging up the twinkly lights, wherever they could. Bucky is sitting on the couch, phone in hand, helping no one and hindering no one.
“That’s it!” Steve cries, manifesting in front of you. “You’re coming with me.”
“You too Buck,” He points, as the two of you walk toward the dining room. Bucky gets up surprisingly and follows behind. You sit one onside and Bucky sits across from you, watching Steve.
“There’s only 3 days until Christmas so sort….whatever this is out. You two are not gonna ruin everyone’s first Christmas back together.” He’s met with silence and you fight the urge to get up and walk away.
“Okay then…Y/N why don’t you start? You did throw him through a wall…” Steve sighs, gripping the table like an angry father.
“Fine. I’m sorry that you’re a little bitch.” You say, looking Bucky in the eye.
“Y/N language.” Steve says.
“Oh grow up.” You reply but you’re still staring Bucky down, daring him to play.
“I’m sorry that I called you a liar and didn’t listen when you explained your side.” He responds, looking away.
“Now this time…“ You tap your fingers on the table, "Say it like you mean it.”
This illicits both a groan from Steve and a daggered glare from Bucky.
“Fine. I’m sorry that I tossed you through a wall…kind of…”
“It’s ok. I deserved it…kind of.” He adds the ‘kind of’ and rolls his eyes.
“I accept your apology too. Can we go now?” You look over to Steve and he straightens up, headed to the doorway.
“Well, I’m going to go now. You two can come out when you actually work through this shit.”
“Steve… Language!” You both yell as he walks out of the doorway, before silence takes over.
The silence continues and you fidget a little, ready to walk. This is stupid and pointless.
“We need to get along for Lucy.."Bucky finally speaks and you narrow your eyes.
"I haven’t even told her who you are.” You respond pointedly to which he just shrugs.
“How about we get lunch and talk to her, then?” He’s not giving up, “I’m going to be in her life…it’s my right, Y/N.”
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m doing this for our daughter.” You groan, pushing back from the table.
“Oh…grow up.” He grumbles, walking out behind you.
“No you.” You roll your eyes, checking in with Pepper to see how much longer they’ll be out.
“Oh my GOD.” Bucky cries, throwing his arms out in defeat.
“Are we eating or not, Barnes?” You finally respond as the elevator doors open to reveal Lucy, Morgan and Pepper with two walking Christmas trees which could only be Peter and MJ.
Lucy runs over, jumping into your arms. You spin her and Pepper helps guide Peter towards Steve and Sam.
"MJ, you can take that one to the penthouse…“ You call, hoping she hears as you and Bucky head off for lunch.
The three of you settle into the booth, Lucy choosing to sit by Bucky. Your server stops by to take drink orders and you smile politely as she blatantly attempts to flirt with him. When she sees Lucy hanging on Bucky like a jungle gym, the flirting ceases and she walks away quickly.
"I picked the biggest tree.” Lucy throws her arms out, emphasizing the size. You and Bucky exchange looks and small smiles.
“I’m so proud of you.” You smile at her and glance at the menu.
“What’d you do?” She asks.
“Well your momma got out lotsa decorations and put everyone else to work.” Bucky chimes in and you snap your head up to look at him.
“Someone didn’t help.” You respond, deadpan.
“Huhhh, you didn’t help?” She gasps and frowns up at Bucky.
“I supervised.” He whines.
“Momma? What’s soup-er-vized?” Lucy blinks.
“It means that he didn’t help because he was watching everyone else to make sure they didn’t get hurt.”
“That sounds lazy.” She shrugs and you stifle a giggle.
“It’s very lazy.” You agree, looking at Bucky who is profusely blushing.Your server stops by to drop off drinks and collect your orders before disappearing again.
“Lucy…you’re a big girl, you know that.”
“So smart.” You smile, watching her attempt to color on Bucky’s metal arm with crayon.
“Do you remember what I told you about us?”
“You and I are a family…some kids have a mommy and a daddy. But we have each other and that’s enough.” She recites, sticking her tongue out and trying to draw on his arm harder.
“Well baby…you have a daddy.” You fumble for words, realizing this is so much harder than you anticipated.
“I know I do.” She smiles, looking up at you. You glance at Bucky who looks just as confused as you.
“What do you mean?” Bucky asks.
“Morgan asked Aunt Pepper if my daddy was coming for Christmas dinner…Morgan doesn’t lie to me…So I have a daddy.” She gives you a 'duh’ look. “Do I get to pick who it is?”
“No baby…you don’t get to pick your daddy.” You laugh and Bucky turns red again.
“What if I don’t like him?”
“Well I’m sure that just isn’t true.” You smile encouragingly at Bucky.
“Lucy, what if I told you that…I am your daddy?” He asks nervously.
“You?!” She drops her crayon and gapes at Bucky.
“…yeah baby. Bucky is your daddy.” You take a sip of water, looking between the two.
“You…you like peanut butter and pickle sandwiches…like me. Of course you’re my daddy!” She slaps her forehead. “I’m a dummy.”
“You’re not a dummy.” Bucky laughs.
“You’re MY daddy.” She emphasizes. “You promise?”
“Pinky promise.” Bucky smiles down at her, offering his pinky and she gladly accepts.
“IS HE GONNA LIVE WITH US?” Lucy asks when you three make it to the penthouse, catching you off guard.
“He’s got his own place baby…A few floors down.”
“But we’re all the way up here…can he stay tonight?” She’s been chattering non-stop since late lunch and the stroll through Central Park.
“Lucy…” Bucky attempts, getting no where.
“PLEASE WE CAN WATCH A MOVIE?!” She’s riled up and bounces into the house when you unlock the door.
“I don’t know baby…” You know she’s gonna win this.
“Maybe another night, my sweet.” Bucky offers, still by the door.
“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE–”
“Lucy.” You say firmly as she’s tugging on Bucky’s arm.
“I’m sorry.” She lets him go, coming over to hug your leg.
“I just want to spend time with you both…”
“I’ll go” Bucky decides, moving into the hall.
“No..come in. One movie Lucy… and then he’s going back to his studio.” You frown, remembering why you shouldn’t be allowing this. He’s a douchebag…but he’s also her father.
“YAY YAY YAY!” Lucy cheers.
“Go get your PJs on."She runs for her room as fast as she can, leaving you to deal with Bucky on your own.
"I don’t have to stay.” He finally speaks, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“If you leave after she begged you to stay…I will castrate you myself, Barnes.” You growl, dropping your bag on the counter top.
“The couch is that way?” He points, rubbing his neck.
When you get to your room, Lucy is sitting on your bed with armfuls of fabric. She’s bouncing and you squint at her, causing her to giggle. She offers you what seem to be PJs and you realize its the matching set from last Christmas.
"You want me to wear these?” You ask, grinning at her.
“Duh momma…” She rolls her eyes. “We’re twins.”
“Okay baby…we can match.” You throw off your clothes and shimmy into the PJs, trailing behind as she runs and jumps onto the sofa.
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