Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression! Angst & Hurt/Comfort.]
Summary: Lately, you’ve been feeling like a burden to your caregivers. Like you’re too much, too needy, or a problem, causing you to retreat from your usual comforts. It doesn’t take long for Steve and Bucky to notice and reassure you that you’re not a burden. You never are to them and you never will be.
Word Count: 1.1k+
A/N: I wanted something softer to end the night on. I dunno if angst counts as soft, but this is definitely in the hurt/comfort field. Remember though: You are responsible for the media you consume.
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You don’t know exactly when the feeling starts.
Maybe it was last night, when you asked Bucky for your nightlight three times in a row and he had to stop cooking dinner to find it. Or maybe this morning, when you spilled juice on the floor and Steve had to mop it up, gently telling you it was okay. But he looked tired, and for some reason, you thought he’d be less tired if you weren’t here. The thoughts are quiet at first. Small things.
“I should’ve gotten it myself.”
“They’re always taking care of me.”
“I should be big enough to handle this.”
The thoughts aren’t loud, but they sit there weighing heavy on your mind and even heavier on your chest.
You sit curled in the corner of the couch within your bedroom in your softest clothes, hugging your knees with your stuffie squished between your arms. The tower feels too big today. Your limbs feel too small. You want to be held, but also… you’re scared to ask.
Because what if they don’t want to anymore?
They never said that. Not once. In fact, Steve just kissed your forehead that morning. Bucky helped you brush and tie the bow in your hair. But your brain doesn’t care. It just keeps whispering.
“They’d be happier if they didn’t have to tuck you in every night.”
“You’re taking up too much space.”
“They fought wars, and you cry over broken crayons.”
You hug yourself tighter and your best not to cry. You were fine yesterday. But now, your throat’s all sore from holding everything in, and your body feels too young to explain any of it out loud.
You look toward the hallway, where you can faintly hear the sound of dishes clinking. Steve cleaning up. Bucky’s voice follows, low and tired, saying something about reports.
You shrink smaller in your spot. You don’t want to be more work or the reason they’re tired. Or worried. Or stuck at home instead of doing superhero things.
You love them. And that’s why the thought hurts so much. Because what if loving them means letting go?
You don’t tell them how you feel. Not right away.
Instead, it builds inside of you, resembling a quiet ache behind your ribs. A heaviness you can’t name, not even in your little space. It hums beneath the surface on quiet days, when Steve brings you apple slices cut like stars and Bucky tucks your blanket just right. When they ask how you’re feeling and you just nod, not trusting your voice to hold the truth.
You don't mean to pull away, but you do. You stop asking to be picked up. You hide your stuffies under your bed. You sit stiff and too quiet, like if you're careful enough, they won't notice how heavy you feel inside. You try so hard not to be too much.
You don’t notice how Steve starts watching you a little longer when you say “I’m fine.” How Bucky lingers just a few extra seconds at your door at night.
Until finally, It breaks.
One evening, they make spaghetti and call you for dinner. You don’t answer. You sit curled up in your hoodie on the floor of your room, silent and still, your arms wrapped around your knees. You press your face into your knees, a hot tear sliding down your cheek. You don’t know what to do. You want to disappear. You want someone to notice. You want—
“…Sweetheart?”
Steve’s voice, suddenly close. You hadn’t even noticed him walking in, prompting you to flinch in surprise. He hesitates for a moment before crouching slowly to kneel in front of you.
“Hey,” He says, softly. “You okay?”
You nod too fast, like usual despite everything about you screaming otherwise.
He watches you for a beat. “You sure?”
Another nod. Too big this time. Your eyes are wet, your breath shallow. Another pair of footsteps approach as Bucky enters the room, spotting the two of you. He comes over in an instant, crouching down to meet your eye-level. You expect them to be mad. To ask why you’re being difficult. But it’s just them, crouched low, concern present in their expressions. You try to shrink away, but Steve doesn’t let you.
Instead, he gently touches your knee, asking gently.
"What’s going on in that head of yours?"
That’s it. That’s the sentence that makes everything fall apart. Your bottom lip trembles as your eyes fill. You try to shake your head, but the words stumble out in a whisper that sounds too small, too broken to be yours:
"I don’ wanna be a burden."
Everything freezes. Steve blinks like you hit him in the chest while Bucky exhales sharply, then moves in instantly, gently, and without hesitation. He’s the one who pulls you into his arms first, holding you against his chest like you might disappear.
You can feel Steve’s hand finding your back, warm and steady. You hear his voice reassure you.
"You could never be a burden. Not to us."
You sob quietly into Bucky’s hoodie. He doesn’t rush you either as he rocks you gently in his embrace, questioning lowly. “Where’s that coming from, baby? Who told you that?"
You don’t know how to explain it though. The guilt, the worry, the awful tug that you take up too much space and ask for too much. But you manage a whisper:
“I need too much… lotta times… I don’ wanna be a problem…”
Steve’s heart clenches at your broken words, reaching up to squeeze your shoulder gently. “Needing care doesn’t make you a problem. It makes you human. And you don’t have to earn our love, sweetheart. You already have it."
Bucky’s voice comes in next, his tone low and protective “Who told you that, huh?”
You shrug, face hidden in Bucky’s shirt. “Just… figured.”
“You listen here,” Bucky says, voice steady as he gently lifts your chin up to face him. “You could ask for every ounce of our time and energy and still not be too much.”
Steve nods in agreement. “Being your caregiver means being there when you need us.“
“But… you both tired,” You whisper.
“We’re human,” Steve replies, rubbing your back again in slow, firm circles. “We get tired. That’s not your fault. You didn’t cause that.”
Bucky nods. “The tired from a mission or a bad dream? That’s different. You?” His expression softens noticeably. “You’re the soft part of our day. You're the reason we want to come home.”
Your eyes well up again, but for a different reason.
Steve leans over and kisses your forehead, saying firmly. “You are wanted, honey. Every version of you whether it be little, big, sleepy, silly, sad. Got it?”
You nod, tearfully.
“Say it for me?” Steve asks gently.
You hiccup. “Am wanted…n’ not a burden…”
Bucky smiles, adjusting you in his lap and holding you snug. “That’s right, baby. Not even close.”
You cling to both of them, your heart slowly settling as their warmth surrounds you: steady, grounding, and safe.
And slowly, that ache in your chest begins to ease.
Summary: Fighting your captors has gotten you no where productive. You're almost set on giving up, but a small discovery regains your lost hope.
Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Forced age regression, DDLG themes, Female reader, Manipulation, Threats of Violence, Sexual themes, Really Extra Mean Steve, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI
As always, lemme know if I missed any!!
Notes: Thank you so much for all of the kind and encouraging messages/comments I've gotten regarding this series. I still hold it closely to my heart and look forward to sharing with you all again~ As I haven't posted in more than a hot minute, I'm super nervous...I hope you all like this chapter~~!
A word that describes your current state of affairs.
One you’ve heard too many times since you’ve been here.
One warning you not to resist what they ask of you.
One willing you to comply.
One you don’t like.
The past few days have proven to be challenging. Whether that adversity is on your half or on that of your ‘caretakers’–as they have proclaimed themselves–is still undeterminable.
Recent occurrences have shown little opportunity for escapement. If the two large men–seemingly more than twice your size–weren’t warning enough, the sealed and heavily locked doors, with windows that only show endless forest are enough to pool your guts to the very pit of your already hopeless stomach.
It’s pretty, you think, noticing the faint tinges of orange overtaking the thick green leaves as you pass the window. You bounce ever so slightly as Steve turns up the stairs. His hold is firm, but the mixture of movement and height from the ground provokes you to tighten your arms held around his neck anyway. Even though it’s a small, involuntary gesture, Steve must notice as he hoists you a bit higher, and holds you a bit tighter, firmly securing you to his side. As Steve makes his way into your bedroom, your mind becomes preoccupied with a different set of colorful things.
“Go on now,” Steve sets you down gently. “pick whatever you’d like, and Dada will read it to you.” he lightly pushes your cushioned bottom forward, his wide hand reminding you of your unwelcomed padded bottom half. You try to ignore the plushy feeling that rubs between your thighs as you walk–or waddle–towards the bookshelf.
This has been your routine for the past few nights.
You pick, he reads.
Ideally, to Steve, you would fall asleep to his lulling story before he even finished, but the unease that radiates through your stiff body is hard to miss. Truthfully, it pangs his heart every time your muscles tense under his touch. Every time you ever so slightly shift away from him, and refuse to maintain eye contact makes him worry that you’ll never understand how much they love you.
“She just needs time Stevie,” Steve reminds himself of what Bucky said to him after disclosing these thoughts to his partner nights ago. Hearing you scream for hours after he had to punish you was worse than any physical torture he's felt.
“I don’t know. What if-”
“What if…what if what?” Bucky raises his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders at Steve. “What if we never saved her? What if we waited too long and she got hurt when we weren’t there?” Bucky implores alternatives to Steve's endless worries. Steve purses his lips, knowing Bucky is right. Steve wanted to make sure your arrival was perfect. Down to the last detail. It had to be. It had to be for you. You were more than perfection in his eyes. “Look,” Bucky steps closer to him, putting his hands on Steve’s forearms to draw him closer. “I know you worry, but we–you–” he pokes at his chest. “planned for this. All of it. She will come around. Like I said..” Bucky trails off, eyeing Steve with a soft smile.
“She just needs time.” Steve says, mostly to himself, and leaning his forehead to meet Bucky’s.
While selecting what children’s book you want read to you wasn’t on your agenda this week…or any time really, you’re simply grateful that they haven't forced you to sleep in their bed.
Though, it’s proven hard to fall asleep at all. You’ve never been one to embrace change, and to say your life has been rewritten, would well, be an understatement. Steve can tell you aren’t sleeping much at night. He knows it’s only because you haven’t fully adjusted. But, he knows that you will. That you only need time. Steve is a patient man, and he’s waited more than a century for something to brighten up his life the way you do. He can wait a bit longer. However long it may take is fine. It doesn’t matter as you’ll always be his. His and Bucky’s. You’ll always be the little light in their life. Nothing can change that.
Despite how patient Steve may be, you are otherwise convinced they are both keen on making your captivity more than challenging. Just this morning proved that fact alone.
It was Steve's turn to give you a bath. Bucky wasn’t there when you woke up this morning. So Steve had carried you straight there himself after breakfast. You tried a small protest, asking if you could color instead.
“Oh of course angel! After Dada gets you all cleaned and dressed up.” he says cheerfully, predictably ignoring your request. At this point you’d rather be gross than be that vulnerable again.
The bath wasn't anything noteworthy. It was nevertheless just as chilling as your baths with Bucky. Yet, Steve's stare was somehow more unnerving.
Bucky’s scowl was unremitting, constantly fixed so tense you wonder if it hurts to frown that often or if his face is just stuck like that.
Steve -on the other hand- seldom looked upset even when his actions would convey otherwise.
He was deceitfully sweet to you. His melodious tone fictitiously coaxing you to trust him. It’s a tone you once mistook for true concern all those months ago in Washington. A pure guardian, a true hero you once thought.
But you’ve learned better since. You’re not as naive now that his true nature has revealed itself to you. So when Steve brightly reassures you that they mean no harm, you know his word is as good as an unripe berry. Deceptively sweet, and enduringly bitter.
Steve scoffs lightly at your pointless suggestion to bathe yourself. “That’s a silly suggestion little one.” he playfully taps your nose, leaving ticklish bubbles behind.
Talking to Steve was often like talking to a wall. Most of the time he’d laugh off any protest you had, calling you silly. Other times he wouldn’t acknowledge your words at all, only continuing to say whatever it is he’s talking about at that moment. It feels as though Steve is not talking to you, but rather at you.
The times he did hear you, or well -talked to you-, he was often not pleased. And while Bucky held the majority of your fear between the two of them, there was something about the way all color would slowly disappear from Steve’s eyes when you upset him. It was a rare sight, and it terrified you.
Steve picked you up swiftly from the bathtub, drying you off while cradling you. Steve had a tendency to keep your feet off the ground much more than Bucky did. If you didn’t want to compliment him, you'd say that was actually pretty smart on his end. You can't really run away if you can’t even well…run.
Instead of dressing you there in the bathroom like Bucky has been doing, Steve takes you to their bedroom where he has a quilted sheet laid out on the bed. He sets you there, instructing you to sit still while he gathers your clothes. It was much colder here, leaving the thick foggy air of the bathroom leaves you shivering, but that's not the reason you're gripping so tightly to the towel wrapped around you. Steve finally turns around to you, a lotion bottle in hand.
“Lean back for me little one,” he smiles softly, about to apply some of the lotion on his hands, but pauses, waiting for you to follow orders. Your stomach drops. Sure-he's already had his hands all over your bare form, but you thought that was over with. You had only mentally prepared for a bath, and what’s actually worse is that he wants you to lay back–completely naked–on his bed. You shake your head.
“Mm, no lotion” you say pathetically. You’re not sure why, but lately you’ve been having trouble forming actual sentences.
Steve laughs a bit. “No lotion? I have to keep my little baby’s skin nice and soft. Baby skin is very sensitive” he says a bit more seriously, making you want to laugh at the ridiculousness of his statement. You just shake your head again, eyebrows furrowing to show your seriousness. Steve steps closer to you. “That wasn't a request.” he calls you by your name. Something you've quickly learned he only does before he's about to punish you. “I wasn't asking if you'd lay back. I was telling you.” His tone is absent of its usual mery. “Don’t be difficult. Now.” he demands. Your stomach somehow forms more knots. You decide to comply. You lay back, hands still clenching the towel around you. That doesn't seem to bother Steve though. He untangles your hands from themselves and slowly but firmly unwraps the towel from your body. You try to pretend this isn’t happening. Eyes not daring to meet Steve's while you’re completely and absolutely defenseless underneath him. Though you’re not looking at him, trying to ignore whatever it is that’s happening, his stare is burning into your skin, making you hot all over.
Steve takes his time. He warms the lotion up before it meets any part of your body. You still jolt when he touches you, not from any cold sensation, but just his touch. It startles you every time even though your body is bracing for it.
He doesn't miss a single area that needs it. He sits you up when it's time to do your back, and instructs you to move to the side to get your behind. He even lightly massages you as he goes. A gesture you might appreciate if you had a barrier of clothes. His final workspace is your midsection. And he spends a lot of time there, going over sections on your hips and stomach you know he’s already covered.
You close your eyes when you feel his flat palm making its way down your middle, straight to where your more intimate part sits between your shaking legs. He doesn't touch you there. He’s just close enough, close enough to make you feel as though you're in a sauna. Fingertips ghosting around your mound in a way that makes you stop breathing completely. On one hand you feel as though you can’t recognize any sensation apart from how hard your heart is thumping. Nevertheless, you're overwhelmingly aware of how his steady hands circle around you, thumbs ghosting down the side, trailing to your inner thighs, where he stops.
You’re crying. You don’t know how long you’ve been crying but the blanket underneath you feels wet on both sides from tears that have been waterfalling.
This time, Steve acknowledges it.
“Oh-babygirl. I’m sorry.” he says, his tone almost implying he means it sincerely. “I didn't mean to scare you.”
And he didn't; he really didn't. Steve just can’t help it.
Steve liked to pride himself on his temperance and resolve. But when it comes to you. It’s as if you’re sunlight and he’s a flower that’s somehow survived the harshest winter. It’s as if you are the sun and he’s any and every plant compassing toward you, tidily locked by your gravity that he has no control over. You really are his light. And he’s waited for moments as close as these for what feels like an eternity. Every touch of your soft skin feels unreal. Like a vivid dream he wishes he’d never wake up from. But it is real. You're real, he’s made this real, he’s brought you here just for them.
You’re his to have. But–he knows he can’t push things. He really doesn't want to scare you, and he certainly doesn't want to hurt you.
“Time. Just give it time.” Steve reassures himself silently. He just needs to give you time to adjust and maybe then you won't be crying at his every touch. His touch that he only means with love and care. That’s why he so delicately handles you, you’re the most precious thing that he needs to take care of.
Even so, the next few words that come out of his mouth disprove any actual guilt you think he might have.
“You must be so cold.” he says obviously, referring to your shaking, while touching your hot skin. “Dada shouldn't have let you sit out like this for so long.” you try to sit up, hoping this means he’s going to dress you soon but he lightly pushes back on your top half. “Not yet princess. Dada has to put on your bottoms.”
Thank god you think. Finally some clothes to cover up what you hate being exposed the most.
Just when you think this day’s episode of humiliation is over, Steve proves you wrong yet again with what he holds in his hands this time.
A diaper.
You really shouldn't be shocked by what you see considering you woke up in one upon your arrival. Honestly though, you had almost forgotten about it as Bucky has been dressing you in underwear ever since. You're almost too humiliated to speak but the adult side of you begs you to at least try.
“I-uhm, Dada?” you question, trying to figure out how to weasel your way out of this one, by saying something you know he likes.
‘Mmm?” he questions you while unfolding it.
“Can-well-” you shake your head trying to form words “can I-just-can I wear just underwear…please.” you add.
He cocks his head at you quizzically, “No silly,” he says lightheartedly “Baby girls need these in case they have accidents.” he states confidently, now beckoning you to scoot closer to the edge of the bed.
“But Bucky let m-” you quickly stop yourself midsentence of your fuck up. “D-Daddy le-”
“Daddy isn’t here right now.” he says sternly. “And you’re going to do what I tell you. Here. Now.” he beckons you closer a second time, and when you take too long to comply, he takes it upon himself to roughly pull you towards him by your ankle.
Instinctively–you kick at him, trying to stop whatever is happening. He sharply brings you to him, yanking you up in a second. His hand grips tightly around your jaw.
“Is that a nice thing to do? Are you supposed to kick Dada? Hmm? Are you?”
You wriggle uncomfortably “let me go!” you plea stupidly.
“Oh, my poor baby.” he starts with that patronizing tone again. “Just don’t understand a thing in that little head do you?” He uses his other hand to caress your head as he says this. “I’m not letting you go.” he shakes his head “Never. What kind of dad would let this little girl go? Hmm? And where would you go? The big girl world? I know my baby can’t function out there. Too many big girl thoughts for that little head.” he pats at your head for emphasis. “Now I know you’re a confused little baby, but you’re smart enough to sit still and listen and do what Dada says, hmm?” He eyes you, one hand still holding your face while the other now keeps your arm pinned down. “Don’t you remember what happened last time you kicked Dada? Do you wanna be left all alone again?” Your face frowns, remember that long long night in your crib.
He moves your head side to side for you.
“Oh, good girl, what a good girl.” He praises even though you have not said a word. He keeps one hand on you while retrieving the original object that set you off.
“Now keep being a good girl and stay still while Dada dresses you. Understand?” he eyes you expectantly “If you move even once, I will have no choice but to punish you.” he looks at you with almost puppy eyes. “Now I know my dumb little girl can’t think for herself. That’s why you just listen and do what Dada says. You can do that, can’t you sweet girl?” Steve goes on and on, and you feel too stunned to speak, confused by his condescending words that really do make you feel silly as you just lay there truly dumbfounded by what is happening.
Steve does all the work again. He lifts your legs up and wraps your bottom snugly. Though you have no choice, you kind of at least wish you had the pull up from the other day…for some reason that one felt less embarrassing than this one as it is much more bulky.
Steve has you stand up after he finishes padding your bottom half, and he just stares at you.
“Oh my beautiful girl. Such a beautiful little girl.” he makes you spin around and you try to cover your upper half. Steve thinks to stop you, thinking how silly it is to try to cover yourself but how adorable it is that you’re doing that despite being unclothed in front of him for what has felt like to you-an eternity.
He finishes his praises while getting you into in the rest of your clothing. They're not too different from what you have been wearing, it’s another onesie, but this one is footed, and traps all of the heat your body has been producing the last hour in.
Steve smiles at you. “You’re so pretty, little angel.” he leans his head closer to you, and without you having any time to think, he places a kiss on your forehead.
As you remember this morning you realize it could have gone a lot worse, that much resistance to Bucky would have probably not ended with a kiss to the head…you imagine anyway.
You finally pick a book for him to read. A favorite of yours.
Goodnight moon.
You somehow hope the familiar story will bring you some comfort into lulling you to bed tonight. Steve reads it to you well, even showing you the pictures as he goes. When he finishes you can’t help but give him a small smile. One you're sure he thinks is for him, but for you, you’re just happy he’ll be leaving you alone for the next few hours.
As you lay there, home scented stuffie in arms, your mind starts to piece some things together. Fighting–obviously–isn't doing you any good. Sure, you get some–if any–pity when you cry, but besides that, there's really no pleading your way out of this.
Your fingertips drift upward to the window right beside your bed. Its haunting palm marks from previous nights of trying to will it open giving you chills.
You make a mental note to try to wipe them off before they see them.
Normally, a foggy window would make you want to doodle a tiny drawing to giggle at later but you have no motivation or will to even make a shape. Your fingertips trace mindlessly making arbitrary marks.
Just as you're about to fall asleep you remember something.
Bucky wasn't there this morning. An otherwise unnoteworthy fact as he came in with a brown bag of groceries in hand. But what he did after wasn't unnoteworthy. No–now that you think about this insignificant memory, you realize Bucky had keys in his hands, keys he must have used to unlock the door, keys you’re almost positive you saw him put in a drawer above the refrigerator.
Yes…if you were going to get yourself out of this situation, it wasn't going to be by loudly protesting. You were going to have to plan a quiet exit.
Daddy stucky x little reader where she loves taking naps especially With her daddies so can you do something where the little one is in a very very young headspace like a few months or a year and they are at the avenger tower but she sleeps most of the time and just wanna near to her daddies
Naptime With Daddies
Word Count: 450
A/N: ohhh this is on of my favorite concepts ever!! i love thinking about this!!!! especially when i'm stuck in public somewhere & i just wanna go to sleep, i just daydream about daddies 💕
Some babies had blankies, others had stuffed animals, a sentimental item that went with them everywhere. You were a bit different though - instead of cloth comforts, your favorite things to snuggle with were your daddies, Bucky and Steve. Any time you had to sleep, you’d prefer it to be in their arms, and if you were in their arms, chances are you’d fall asleep sooner rather than later. You just couldn’t help it, the serenity of knowing how safe you were in their trustworthy embrace, nothing could ever hurt you there. And they didn’t mind it one bit.
With their exceptional strength, either one of them could hold you for hours at a time without getting tired. When he took you grocery shopping, Steve would push the cart with one hand and hold you in the other. If you stayed awake, he’d point to the things he needed, and you’d grab them and toss them in the cart. By the end of the shopping trip, though, you’d usually nodded off, face smooshed into Steve’s shoulder as he checked out.
Bucky’s chest was more preferable to you than any mattress. The two of you could more often than not be found on the big sofa in the living room, you asleep on him while he read a book or watched a movie, your presence soothing him. If you were still napping in Bucky’s arms by the time he needed to go to a therapy appointment, he’d bundle you up in a blanket and just bring you along. He’d even bought you a cute pair of noise canceling headphones, so you wouldn’t have to hear anything that wasn’t safe for little ears.
All the other Avengers were used to seeing you sleeping through meetings. Sometimes it took all their super strength not to get distracted by how peaceful you looked in Steve’s arms as he tried to get them to pay attention to the mission. Tony would often crack jokes to hide his jealousy; Peter was far too rambunctious to sit through a whole meeting, let alone nap through one. Sometimes you even slept so soundly, you’d make it in and out of the meeting and back home without even waking up.
Your favorite by far, were the days when neither of them had to work, or shop or do anything at all. These days were somewhat hard to come by, since your daddies were so important and responsible, but every so often the schedules would perfectly align. The only time you’d get up from the bed would be to cuddle on the couch for a while just to get a change of scenery. These were the best naps of all.
Could you write something where there’s an emergency and stucky have to go help and reader is being so brave in the safe room? Or something else.. I trust you💗💗
Over a year later....I'm sorry for the delay. Please believe me it eats at me. Hope you're still around for this, and I love you <3
Take One Down
Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader, featuring big Peter
Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, attack on the Tower during the night, Bucky is armed, slight alcohol reference, angsty/scared baby, a few tears, safe room. Happy Ending- always :)
A/N- also Happy Birthday to me :D
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The first thing you became aware of was that Papa was breathing hard. And you were in his arms.
Then you realized you weren't in bed, and you were moving. Fast.
"Papa?" you whimpered sleepily, not being awake enough to understand what was happening.
"Shh, shh, it's okay baby, you're okay," Papa said instantly, pressing a quick kiss in your hair. Despite his soothing words, he didn't slow his pace at all.
You forced your heavy eyelids to open, and then almost immediately shut them again as the flashing red lights in the hallway were too bright. You were still in your pajamas, but you definitely weren't at home. Steve could feel that you were waking up and becoming more alert, but he couldn't stop. He had to get you to safety.
"Where's Daddy?" you asked, your voice trembling as you started to realize something was wrong. "Daddy okay?"
"Right here, Trouble," came Daddy's voice from farther away. You tried to twist in Papa's arms to see where Daddy was, but Papa's iron grip on you didn't leave much purchase.
"It's okay, princess, you're safe, but I need you to be a good girl and be quiet for us right now, okay?" Steve said, deliberately keeping his voice calm and low even through the exertion of running.
"'Kay," you said as quietly as you could, holding on to Papa tightly, shutting your eyes tightly, and trying to be brave. Steve kissed your hair again and kept running.
Within 30 seconds, you felt Steve stop. You opened your eyes and looked around. It took you a second, but you recognized this place. You'd been here before, back when you very first came to live with Steve and Bucky. You were in the panic room.
The reinforced steel walls were made slightly less intimidating by the giant sofa that could convert into a bed, the soft rug that nearly covered every inch of floor, and the overwhelming amount of toys and stuffed animals in baskets and boxes all around the edge of one wall. You hadn't been here in a while, but you could never forget this place.
Your eyes darted all around, trying to get some answers or understanding as to what happened, but before it came to you, Steve set you down carefully on your feet and took you gently by the shoulders. You heard Bucky shut and lock the door, but before you could turn to look Steve gently guided your face back towards his.
"Katie-Cat, I need you to listen to me, okay?" Steve said, looking you very seriously and directly in the eye. "Someone is in the Tower. Someone who's not supposed to be here. We don't know how they got in, but right now, we need to keep you safe so we can go get them out. Do you understand?"
"I- yes, Papa," you said shakily. You swallowed your nerves down and tried to be brave.
"Good girl," Steve said, as a fierce wave of protectiveness rushed through him. "Peter is on his way, and he's going to stay in here with you and keep you safe while Daddy and I go get the person out. Okay?"
"Petey coming?"
"Yes."
"He don't need to fight?"
"Right now, he needs to keep you safe, that's his most important job."
"But...who gonna keep him safe?"
"He's Big Peter right now, munchkin- he's going to be okay. Can you be a good girl and listen to what Peter says and do what he tells you to?"
"Um- yeah. Papa-"
"Good girl. You remember the rules of the safe room?"
"Papa..."
"The rules, Katie-Cat."
"Don't leave the room unless you, Daddy, or Aunt Nat comes to get me, don't open the door for nobody, and....and be good."
"That's my girl," Steve said, his heart both proud and shattered that you had to know these things.
"Papa?" you tried again.
"Yes?"
"You gonna come back, right? You and Daddy?" you asked in a small voice. Steve pulled you into his chest immediately in the biggest bear hug.
"Yes, baby," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy and I will always come back for you. Always."
Just then, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you two. "Try and keep us away, Trouble," Daddy added in a light, joking tone, but even you could feel the tension underneath it. "Here, I brought you someone who can help you too." Bucky reached behind him and pulled Jellybean out of his back pocket, where he had unceremoniously stuffed her as he and Steve were racing to get you out of the apartment.
You gasped sharply, and pulled your beloved bunny in so tightly to your face that her little button nose left a slight imprint on your cheek. "Tank you Daddy," you said, trying hard not to cry. "AND tank you Papa for carryin' me," you added quickly, not wanting him to feel left out. Both men responded by hugging you tighter.
Just then, the panic room door clicked, announcing that someone else was coming in. Bucky immediately dropped his arms and spun so you and Steve were behind him, his gun appearing in his hand as if by magic. However, once he saw that it was Tony and Peter, he instantly lowered the gun and ran to bolt the door back behind them.
"Pete, you sure you're good?" Tony asked immediately the second the door was shut.
"I'm good Dad, I swear," Peter said. You looked at him wide-eyed- it had been a while since you had heard his big voice.
"Okay. Only if you're sure," Tony pressed.
"I'm sure. I wouldn't take a chance if I wasn't."
"Atta boy."
Tony turned towards the three of you to find Steve smiling at him. "That's good enough for me," Steve said kindly to Peter. "But if there's any trouble at all, and I mean anything, you radio us. Copy?"
"Copy," Peter nodded quickly. "I'll link with your comms now," he said, before pulling out the large, black case from underneath the sleeper bed sofa. He quickly opened the case and got to work on a radio comm.
You watched him carefully. He was so...different and serious when he was Big- not the silly, carefree bestie you immediately recognized- so it was always surprising to you when you saw it. Of course, YOUR definition of 'serious' was much, much different than Tony's or Steve's or Bucky's, but that didn't matter now, as you watched Peter's fingers fly over the machinery.
"Okay, we should be linked," he said into the comm. All three men immediately nodded, confirming that they could hear him in their earpieces. Steve and Bucky spun back to you.
"Do what Peter says. We'll be back as soon as we can," Daddy said gruffly, taking your face in his hands and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. "We love you so much. Be good, got it?"
"Got it," you said, trying to match his gruff tone to show him you could be serious too. That made the ghost of a smile cross his lips, and as Steve kissed you too, it stayed. Tony even came over, quickly, giving you what he hoped was a carefree grin.
"Alright, have fun, stay safe. Don't tap the keg unless you really need to," he said, tapping your nose and grinning when you looked confused and Steve tutted loudly. Bucky was the last one out the door, and before he left, he turned to Peter.
"You remember the code word?" he asked the young man brusquely. Peter nodded, but due to the door being opened, didn't say it. "Good job," Bucky said with that faint grin again, closing and locking the door behind him.
It was deathly silent in the room. You swallowed hard, gripping Jellybean tightly, almost afraid to move, even though you knew you were in the safest spot imaginable (outside of your daddies' arms). Peter immediately noticed your distress.
"Hey Katie, hey Little One," he said softly, holding out his arms to you. "You wanna come here?"
You nodded, then slowly walked towards him. You cautiously stepped into his arms. Once he folded them around you, you inhaled. His scent never changed, no matter if he was big or small, and you knew this was your Petey, no matter how he was feeling right now. You threw your arms around him and hugged him back tightly, and felt him give a soft chuckle. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm gonna keep you safe- you know that, right?"
You pulled back a bit, nodding. "Tank you, Petey. I mean...Peter."
Peter smiled. "Ah, that's okay. You can call me Petey right now if you want to."
"I can?"
"Sure you can."
"Otay Petey," you said, suddenly feeling a little better upon hearing that. "What's happenin' in da Tower?"
"What did Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky tell you?" Peter asked carefully.
"Um, dat someone got in dat wasn't a'sposed to be in?"
"That's right. And they'll get 'em out, so you don't have to worry about them anymore, okay?"
"Um....okay," you said, wanting to trust Peter with your whole heart, but still uncertain due to the nature of the circumstance. Peter saw pretty quickly that he would need to distract you.
"Hey, you wanna sit on the couch and read some stories while we wait?" He trotted over to the box containing tons of books and started pawing through them. "You can pick out whichever stories you want. Okay?"
Curiosity peaked, you trotted over to look. You recognized The Gruffalo and Frozen, pointing at them. "I like those!" you said excitedly, and Peter snatched them up.
"Let's get to reading!" he said. "Race you to the couch!"
Since it was only a couple feet away, it wasn't much of a race, but it was still fun. It was always fun when you got to run. You both jumped onto the couch enthusiastically, and Peter opened up the first book and began to read. You inched closer and closer to him as he continued, eventually snuggling into his side, your thumb in your mouth and Jellybean in the crook of your arm.
He finished off Frozen in about ten minutes, then turned to you. "Alright, Katie, you ready for...THE GRUFFALO??" he said in a mock scary voice that made you laugh. But once you stopped laughing at his silliness, you had another question in mind.
"Petey, what's a keg?" you asked innocently.
Poor Peter nearly broke his neck doing a double take. "Wh-what?" he asked, not sure of what he heard. When he was in little space with you, your random questions and changes of subject made perfect sense to him, but when he was bigger it was hard to keep up sometimes.
"Unca Tony said don't tap da keg unless we needed to. What's a keg?"
"It's nothing....he was just being silly. Let's read."
"Is a weapon?"
"No...it's....hey, look, books. Let's read."
"But what IS it?"
"Ahhhh...it's....you know....it's...hey, you wanna sing a song?" Peter said, loudly and excitedly, hoping the non-sequitur would distract you.
It worked. "What kind of song?" you asked, intrigued.
"Umm..." Peter thought quickly, trying to get your mind off of what a keg was. He felt a flicker of compassion for Uncle Steve whenever his Dad did this to you, but mostly he was trying to come up with a song. "Hey, do you know Ninety Nine Bottles of...." he said suddenly, his brain both working and failing him miserably all at the same time.
"Bottles of what?" you asked, now completely invested. Peter broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't teach you a song about beer, for goodness' sake.
"Did I say bottles? That was silly. I meant...boxes. Yeah, boxes!...of... juice! That was it! Ninety Nine boxes of juice on the wall! Do you know that song?" he improvised wildly. You tilted your head, trying to think, but then shook it.
"How's it go?"
Peter cleared his throat awkwardly. He wasn't much of a singer, but he knew he was going to have to give it a go if he had any hope of distracting you from asking about kegs. Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky would rip his head off if he told you, and he knew that you were stubborn enough to keep asking. But man...he REALLY didn't want to sing and embarrass himself in front of you....
Just then, you both heard a loud crash coming from somewhere below. It was loud enough that it made you both jump, even though the room didn't even shudder. Peter watched as your face turned pale and you gripped your bunny tighter. You pinched your lips together and breathed slowly. He knew exactly what you were doing. You were trying to calm down and being as brave as you could be. His heart melted for you.
And he found his courage in that.
"So...the song," he said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to regain your attention and hopefully calm you a bit. "It goes..." he coughed again, took a deep breath, and went for it. "Ninety nine boxes of juice on the wall....ninety nine boxes of juice....you take one down and pass it around...ninety eight boxes of juice on the wall!"
You blinked at him, wide-eyed, and waited for the rest. He looked back at you hopefully to see how this was going down.
"Short song," you said, tilting your head, confused. Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled.
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A short time later, Steve and Bucky were finishing sweeping their own floor and apartment. "Clear," Steve said definitively into the comm. "Natasha, Tony, Thor, what's your status?"
When everyone came through confirming the all-clear, Fury came through the line. "Rogers, Barnes, Stark- go get 'em." It was all the permission they needed.
Steve got their first, but instead of punching the code in immediately, he stopped and stared at the door. "Steve?" Bucky asked in a tense voice, instantly on alert. To his immense surprise, Steve turned to him, a look of astonished humor on his face.
"Buck, listen," he whispered. Bucky strained his ears...and then couldn't believe what he was hearing. The room was sound proofed, but hey- they were super soldiers.
"Twenty-three boxes of juice on the wall, twenty-three boxes of juuuuuicceeeee...."
Bucky punched in the code. The second before he touched the keypad though, he heard Peter's voice cut off suddenly, and then within .5 seconds, your voice cut off too. The button panel lit up green and the door unbolted. Bucky threw the door open, Steve right behind him.
Peter was standing in the middle of the room, his suit in the last phase of forming around him, in his classic Spiderman pose. Bucky raised his hands immediately.
"Password?" Peter asked firmly.
"Trouble," Bucky replied immediately. Peter instantly relaxed and stood up straight, his suit disappearing, knowing for sure this was Bucky. "Good job Peter," Bucky said gratefully, even as he and Steve were rushing to the secret panel they knew you were hiding in. The second they slid the door back, you threw yourself into their waiting arms.
Bucky held you so tight you could feel his every breath, and Steve kept kissing your hair and murmuring what a good girl you were. Eventually, you looked over and saw Tony and Peter in an embrace as well, Tony clapping his young charge on the back proudly.
"Are you okay, angel?" Steve asked you, his eyes lovingly scanning your face. You nodded happily.
"Yeah, Papa! We good! Did you get the bad guys?"
"We sure did."
"YAY!! Who was dey? How did dey get in? What did-"
"Okay, angel, that's too many questions for a little girl right now," Steve said gently, nuzzling your nose with his. "We're safe and it's time to go home. Can we go say goodbye and thank you to Peter?"
You nodded again, suddenly very sleepy from all the receding adrenaline. Bucky carried you over to Tony and Peter.
"She was so good and brave, Dad," Peter was saying enthusiastically to Tony. "She picked out books and sang and we jumped on the couch and everything!"
"You did so good, buddy, I couldn't be more proud of you," Tony said, his seams bursting. He grinned at you as you approached. "Hey, thanks for taking it easy on the kid, little one."
"Petey was da best!! He taught me a new song. Papa, you're gonna love it!"
Steve smirked. "I'm sure I will, baby. Can you say thank you please?"
You wiggled a bit, wanting Bucky to let you down, but you gave up pretty quickly. After being separated from you during a stressful situation, Bucky didn't like to put you down for anything. You leaned forward towards Peter, however, and he accommodated you. You gave your big bestie the biggest hug you possibly could.
"Tank you for taking care of me, Petey," you said lovingly. He squeezed you back.
"Thank you for being so good, Katie!" he responded. Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder. He could hear it in Peter's voice- he was getting close to becoming small again, and he wanted to get his brave boy home. You all said your goodbyes and headed home.
You were cuddled between your daddies and asleep again before you knew it, secure in the knowledge that you were safe and loved by the best people in the galaxy.
The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | Peter's Birthday
Summary: The family throws a party for Peter's birthday.
Warnings: This post and series are safe for work (SFW) regressions. Nothing explicit. However, please be aware that the rest of my blog is NOT. NSFW accounts are welcome to read and reblog, but please keep all comments SFW out of consideration for other littles.
Word Count: 823
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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @uhmellamoanna - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B
Tags: @sapphirebarnes | Let me know if you want to be tagged specifically for this series.
The excitement in the air was palpable, especially as Peter’s birthday dawned bright and early. Bucky and Steve had been planning a special party for the mischievous one of their littles for weeks. Adorned with balloons, streamers, and a giant banner that read, “Happy Birthday, Peter!” the backyard was perfect for the event.
Steve was busy putting the finishing touches on a homemade cake decorated with Star Wars characters, while Bucky set up party games on the patio. Trying to sneak a taste of the icing, you were stuck to Steve’s side.
“Hey, no more icing, baby,” Steve gently scolded, catching your wrist mid-swipe. “We need to save some for the cake.”
Giggling, your face was covered in blue and red frosting. “Okay, Papa.”
Already bursting with excitement, Peter bounded into the kitchen. “Is it party time, yet?” he asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.
“Almost, buddy,” Bucky said, ruffling Peter’s hair as he entered to kitchen. “Want to come help me set up the last few things outside?”
Nodding, Peter eagerly followed Bucky out to the backyard. A bounce house had been inflated and he had set up a table with snacks, drinks, and party favors.
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The backyard was soon filled with laughter and chatter of friends and family. Peter’s friends from the daycare and the Avengers compound came out with their respected caregivers. Mr Stark even brought over a drone that hovered around and took photos, and videos of the event.
The littles played in the bounce house and ran around the yard for hours. Steve decided it was time to bring out the cake, and everyone gathered around to sing “Happy Birthday.” Peter’s little face lit up as he made a wish, blowing out the candles.
“What did you wish for, Bubba?” You asked, your small voice mumbled over your pacifier.
Peter grinned. “I can’t tell you, tiny! It won’t come true!”
The cake was devoured in moments and it came time for presents. Eagerly tearing into brightly wrapped packages, Peter beamed at the Lego sets, Star Wars toys, and finger paintings from you.
His face glowed with happiness as he exclaimed, “Thank you, everyone!”
~
As the sun started to set, the party began to wind down. Steve and Bucky started to clear up around the backyard. Gathering wrapped paper, discarded plates, and paper cups as you and Peter sat on the grass. You played together with Peter’s new toys and trinkets, enjoying the last moments of his day.
It wasn’t long before you were tugging on Peter’s sleeve. “Sleepy,” you said, your eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
Peter looked around, his eyes searching for Steve and Bucky. “Do you want me to take you to Papa and Daddy?” he asked.
You nodded, stifling a yawn.
He stood from his spot on the grass, taking your hand and leading you over to the patio. “Papa, Daddy, she’s sleepy,” he announced.
Scooping you up, Bucky cradled you gently. “Let’s get you to bed, princess,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s been a long day.”
Steve walked over and ruffled Peter’s hair. “How about… once Daddy has Tiny all settled in bed, the three of us watch a movie?”
Peter’s eyes brightened with excitement as he nodded, running into the house and heading straight for the living room.
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Your head rested against Bucky’s shoulder as he climbed the stairs to your bedroom. As he helped you into your pajamas, you looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “Did Bubba have a good birthday, Daddy?”
Bucky smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “He had a wonderful day, Baby.”
You murmured something inaudible as you nestled into your bed with your favorite wolf plush toy. Bucky tucked you in, turning on your night light and white noise machine.
“Sweet dreams, Baby,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss against your forehead. With a content sigh, you already began drifting off to sleep as he quietly left your room and closed the door.
Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on the couch in the living room, flicking through the movies on Disney. Steve smiled as sat down for what felt like the first time all day, and opened his arms for Peter to climb into his lap.
“Can we watch Star Wars?” Peter asked, his eyes sparkled at the hope.
“Anything for the birthday boy,” Steve replied, gently taking the remote from Peter to locate the movie.
Bucky joined them shortly after, settling in beside Steve, draping an arm around him. He reassured Steve that you were settled and asleep before placing a kiss on top of Peter’s head.
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About halfway through the movie, Peter's eyelids drooped. The caregivers exchanged a knowing look as they listened to his soft snores. Steve gently shifted Peter so he was resting more comfortably against his chest.
“We did good today,” Bucky said softly.
Steve nodded, a wide smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, we did.”
I just fell. I know a random start but when I was playing outside I fell and hurt my knee and it bleeded 😥 maybe you can do the same with daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter (Tom Peter) where the reader fell and it bleeded so her dada Steve toke care of it and put a cute little unicorn plaster (I'm not sure how it calls bc English is not my native Language) and she is still crying when they got out of the bathroom and daddy Bucky but her in his lap and hug her and little petie comes to the reader and put a kiss on the hurting knee and says "that makes u feel bwtter"
🩹<---- I mean this thing
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It is a beautiful day outside, so Steve and Bucky decided to take you and Peter to the compound so you can play outside with other littles from the Avengers group.
At the compound are so many fun things to do and with how much space they have, you can find activities literally everywhere.
Now, you are running around a play structure with Kate while Peter is chasing you both. It is all fun and games until you trip over your own foot and fall knees first on the rubber ground that is around the structure.
It all happens so quickly that it took you a few seconds to feel the pain that is coming from your aching knees, tears already blurring your vision before you can even take a good look at it.
Peter is kneeling a second later beside you, trying desperately to figure out what is wrong when he sees your bruised knees and quickly jumps into action.
"I go get daddies!" He says and rushes off to where all the caregivers are sitting and talking.
Meanwhile, poor Kate is trying to comfort you as hard as she could, Peter would most definitely suffocate you in a hug, but Kate only rubs your back, assuring you that Peter will be back with your daddies soon and it does comfort you in a way.
Soon enough, you see Peter rushing back with Steve jogging after him and he quickly kneels beside you.
"Shh, it's okay, Angel. Dada's here." He grimaces a little as he looks at your bloody knees.
Your shaky sobs brake his heart, he and Bucky hate seeing either of their littles in pain, and in a quick motion, he lifts you up and carries you inside to the nearest bathroom.
"Dada hurts." You cry while Steve is looking for some bandaids and something to clean the wounds.
"I know, sweetheart." He presses a quick kiss to your forehead. "It will feel better soon."
You keep crying silently, wincing as he touches a sore spot with the alcohol wipe. When all the blood is wiped off, he grabs a colorful unicorn bandaid and puts one on each knee, hoping to cheer you up a bit but you are still sobbing slightly.
"Let's go see what daddy's doing." He offers you a smile and you nod, lifting your arms for him to pick you up, which he happily does.
Your crying ceases to small sobs and hiccups while Steve carries you to where he was relaxing before Peter came in running and frantically pointing outside.
There you see Peter, who is leaning with his back against Bucky's shoulder and playing on his switch but he quickly turns it off when he sees you.
"Our poor doll." Bucky coos and you instantly start to make grabby hands for him.
Steve hands you over to him and you get comfortable on his lap with your back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you to make you feel secure and safe.
Peter frowns a little, seeing how some tears keep falling from your eyes, getting up from his spot beside his daddy to kneel in front of you both.
You are confused at first, tilting your head to the side as he then leans forward to kiss each of your knees carefully.
"Dis will make you feel better!" He smiles and you wipe the remaining tears away, smiling back at him.
"Fank you, Petey..."
He moves back to his previous spot and takes one of your hands, caressing the back of it with his thumb, making your daddies hearts almost explode from the cuteness sheer cuteness.
Warnings: age regression, brief descriptions of food, passive alcohol consumption (nothing major), reader gets overstimulated, younger than usual regression, crybaby queen reader, reader’s hand gets swatted, but no real violence
4275 words
A/N: This is part of Season 2 of Their Girl! Season 2 is still in progress and won’t be posted until it’s finished, but there is a new character in this part that hasn’t technically been introduced yet. Rest assured, the remaining pieces will come in time, but it’s Super Bowl Sunday here in the U.S., so enjoy!
"Papa, I don't wanna watch football," you pouted as Steve pulled a Giants jersey over your head.
He cupped your chin, "Can I tell you a secret?" You gave a solemn nod and he cracked a half smile, brushing his thumb over the line of your jaw, "I don't really care about football either. But it makes Daddy happy and helps him get along with Uncle Tony. Do you think you can help me?"
"Can I take my game with me?"
Steve pressed his mouth into a thin line; he should have expected that. "Yes." Your face split into a grin, but Steve held up a finger, "But we're staying until the end of the game. And if I hear any complaining-"
You shook your head, "I won't."
He tapped your nose, "Good girl. Now let's get going." He hoisted you up on his hip, grabbing your backpack with his other hand.
You leaned out to watch him scoop it up, a curious look on your face. Steve chuckled, "What is it, sweetheart?"
Your cheeks warmed, "Daddy is strong." You never got tired of how easily he carried you around.
He squeezed your leg, "You like it when I carry you around?" You buried your face in his shoulder in lieu of answering. He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, "Good thing I like carrying my baby around too."
You smiled, still feeling shy as Bucky came into view, leaning against the couch. "Look at my girl," he grinned, pushing off and striding toward you.
As Bucky reached for you, Steve spun you away, clearing his throat and puffing out his chest. Bucky grinned, changing course to cup the back of Steve's neck, "And my guy, of course."
Steve rolled his eyes, "Sure thing, Buck."
Bucky pulled him in for a kiss anyway. "Now c'mere, you," Bucky held his arms out and Steve handed you over. "Are you ready, doll?"
"Did you get my game, Papa?"
"Got it," Steve held it up before he zipped it up inside the backpack.
The three of you headed to the rec room, which Steve had promised would have fun things to do.
You could smell the rec room before Bucky even opened the door; the scent of pizza and chicken wings wafted out. The sound of chatter followed, growing exponentially louder as Bucky opened the door.
Inside, Peter and Wanda were making a racket at the foosball table. Tony, Thor, Loki, Nat and Bruce were seated at the ring of sofas that centered around the enormous television. To your surprise, there was another adult present, seated on the opposite end of Tony's sofa. It was your new friend from the office, Stephen Strange. You offered a shy wave, your comfort around him having dwindled since your last meeting.
"Thought you guys were gonna miss kickoff," Tony noted.
"It took a little bit of convincing to get everybody here," Bucky grimaced, setting you down.
Bruce held out an arm for a hug and you climbed onto the sofa next to him, tucking underneath and into his side, "Hi Bruce."
"Hey kiddo, how's it going?" You shrugged. "That bad, huh?"
"I don't like football."
"Why not?"
"Too much yelling."
He grimaced, "People get excited, huh?" You nodded. "What if you got excited too? Would it be okay then?"
You shrugged again, "Maybe."
"Why not give it a try? You might like it."
You stayed quiet; you didn't know if you wanted to like it.
Loki caught your eye from the sofa across from you, drawing a chuckle from Bruce, "Go on."
You hopped across the aisle to climb up next to Loki, "Do you like football?"
He shrugged, "Would be better with weapons."
You glanced at the TV again; you didn't think weapons were the problem, but you weren't going to argue with Loki. As one team kicked the ball all the way down the field to start the game and the crowd went crazy, you couldn't help but think that your daddies could have done a better job. But they were both watching the screen, even Steve, who had said he wasn't interested.
"Did you bring your game?" Loki's gaze flicked from the screen to the group of adults, back to you.
You nodded, "In my backpack."
The corner of his mouth lifted, "Do you want to play?"
Glancing at Steve, you nibbled at your lower lip; it might be a bit early to ask. But you slipped off the couch and trotted over to Steve, hands clasped behind your back, "Papa, can I play my game with Loki please?"
He gave a soft chuckle, his gaze flicking to Loki on the other sofa, "It hasn't even been ten minutes, sweetheart."
You glanced over your shoulder at the TV, "But it's screen time, right?" You let your lip jut out a tiny bit, shuffling between Steve's legs.
A little crease appeared between Steve's brows as Tony snorted a laugh, "She's not bad."
"You two can play, but not the whole time, alright angel?" Steve offered, ignoring Tony. He tipped his chin at the backpack by the sofa, "Go ahead."
You beamed, "Thank you!" Scuttling over, you rifled through the bag, pulling out your game and clamoring back onto the sofa beside Loki.
"Wait, I wanna play!" Wanda's voice piped up from the foosball table, a note of resentment at not being invited in her voice.
"Me too!" Peter echoed, scrambling to follow as Wanda grabbed her own game and climbed up next to you.
Shuffling over to make room for her, you bumped shoulders with Loki, making him glance sharply away.
"Sorry," you murmured, pulling in to try giving him more space as Peter squeezed in between you and Wanda, crowding the sofa further.
"It's fine."
"Babydoll, do you want to sit with me?" Bucky patted his lap.
Nodding, you disentangled yourself from the others and scurried over to Bucky, who pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You looked to Loki, "Are you ready?"
He nodded, though he looked a bit displeased, his mouth pressed into a thin line as Peter and Wanda chattered beside him.
You played, but Loki no longer seemed in the mood for it. He kept glancing at Thor as though he wanted to go home, but Thor, whose face was painted and had a plate piled with food, didn't seem to be going anywhere soon.
When the Giants made a big play, the room exploded with noise, even Bucky, who was usually so soft-spoken. He threw his free hand in the air in a fist, "YES, WHAT A THROW!"
You tensed, squeezing your eyes closed as though it would muffle the sound. For once, Bucky didn't notice- he was focused on the game. Stifling the threat of a pout, you set your game down and wriggled out of Bucky's grasp, expecting him to protest. But he let you go, his fingers grazing your arm absently.
Since you'd already gotten up, you had to find something to do. You slunk over to the food table, appraising the snacks, but you weren't really hungry. Glancing over at your daddies, you wanted them to notice you. Usually, they were so attentive that you couldn't hide anything from them, but today you couldn't seem to compete.
"Too loud?"
You'd been so busy watching Steve and Bucky that you hadn't noticed Peter trotting up to you; it looked like game time had been abandoned. Wanda was snuggling in with Natasha and Loki was speaking urgently in Thor's ear.
You hesitated before nodding; Steve had said no complaining. But Peter gave a knowing nod, "Me too." He held out a hand, "C'mon."
You followed him over to the closet. Inside, board games, blankets, and spare snacks filled the shelves. Eyeing a thick comforter at the very top, Peter climbed the shelves with ease, never wavering as he pulled the blanket out with one hand and tossed it down, following with two others before leaping from the top to land on the newly cushioned floor.
You watched him wide-eyed, breathing a soft, "Wow," as Peter grinned up at you from his dismount.
He began spreading the blankets out in a dense pile on the floor, carefully closing the closet door to muffle the noise as another cheer went up from the sofa area.
Once he was satisfied with his nest, he fixed a serious gaze on you, "I'm gonna go get our stuff. I'll be right back."
He grabbed the door knob, but you touched his hand, "Wait, um," your cheeks flushed with warmth, "Could you get my paci from my backpack?"
Peter smiled and nodded before disappearing, closing the door behind him. You decided it was kind of nice in here; the door muffled the sound nicely and the blankets didn't even smell like a closet. You took another from the shelf, wrapping yourself up as Peter returned, slyly slipping back in and closing the door without a peep.
"Here, pretty girl," he said with earnest enthusiasm as he gave you your things: your game, your paci, and your sippy cup, also from your backpack. He also gave you a cookie from the snack table and a pair of blue headphones.
"I don't like loud noises sometimes either," he said nonchalantly, as though that explained everything.
"Thank you," you murmured, suddenly feeling shy at his attention. Peter was always nice to you, but this was different. He was looking at you the way small children often looked at babies, or children smaller than them; like he was honor-bound to make sure you were cared for.
Part of you wanted to reject his help; you didn't want to be the baby of the group, but you supposed Peter knew what that was like too. So you slid the headphones over your ears, muffling the sounds of the game even further, before you put your paci in and played your game.
Never being allowed to play your game for this long at home, you lost yourself in it. It wasn't until the closet door opened, Tony on the other side, that you remembered where you were.
"Found them. What are we doing, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven?" He smirked, "I get next round."
Feeling extra small, you just stared up at him, eyelashes fanning your cheeks as you blinked in the bright light.
"It was too loud, Daddy," Peter explained, placing himself resolutely between you and Tony.
"Pete, you can't-"
"Tony found them, Steve, in the closet," Bucky was calling back over his shoulder. Peering over Tony's shoulder, his expression melted into a smile, "What are you doing in there, babydoll?" Registering the doe-eyed look on your face, he gave you an easier question, "You comfy?"
Nodding, a contented smile peeked out from behind the pacifier.
Peter didn't budge from his place, "See? She's comfy. We're having fun!" His fists were balled up, even though no grown ups had demanded the closet be vacated.
Steve appeared over Bucky's shoulder, "What is she doing in-" Much like Bucky, Steve instantly softened his tone at the sight of you swaddled up and dewy eyed, "What are you doing in there, angel?" Bucky murmured something in Steve's ear before turning his attention back to you, "It's halftime, princess, do you want to come out for some pizza?" He paused to placate Peter, "You two can come back when the game starts again, if you want."
Peter nodded adamantly, but it was your nod Bucky was waiting for. You were feeling slow, like Bucky's string of words needed to be untangled before you understood what he'd asked you.
With a soft whisper in Peter's ear, Tony guided him back to the party, leaving Steve and Bucky with you. Steve knelt in the doorway, offering a hand, "You hungry, sweetness?"
You blinked at him once before messily untangling the nest of blankets you'd buried yourself in and clamoring over to his hand. But instead of accepting his help standing, you raised both arms, "Up?"
Steve grinned, hoisting you up under the arms and taking you out of the closet to sit on his hip. He removed the headphones Peter had loaned you, setting them back in the closet with your other things.
You babbled softly to yourself, suddenly entranced with the way Steve's blonde hair caught the light, your fingers drawn to the glistening gold. Steve and Bucky talked, though you didn't have enough capacity to truly listen.
"You don't think something is wrong, do you?"
"She seems happy."
"She doesn't usually get so small, Buck-"
"I know, Stevie," Bucky said soothingly. "We'll talk to her when she lets us." He kissed Steve on the cheek and you on the forehead before he veered toward the snack table, "I'll get her something to eat."
Steve fixed you with a puzzled look, "Is everything okay, sweetheart?"
He brushed hair away from your face and you leaned into his touch, "Papa." The word was slurred and barely audible, but Steve heard.
Fingers still buried in the hair behind his ear, you smushed your face into his neck, granting him a sloppy kiss, accented by a muffled, "Mwah." You giggled to yourself as Steve took his seat back on the couch, cradling you carefully in his lap.
You returned your attention to Steve's hair, fingers quickly undoing any attempt he'd made at styling it. He allowed it without complaint; it wasn't a secret that Steve liked having your attention, especially with an audience.
"Papa pretty," you declared, both hands shrouded in Steve's golden crown, now tousled and messy. Natasha laughed, drawing a derisive look from Wanda. Loki, who had been unsuccessful in convincing Thor to leave, looked miserly and disinterested, tucked into the corner of the sofa with his game, though he wasn't playing.
"Oh no, I don't think so," Steve suddenly tutted, capturing both of your hands in his, "My baby is the pretty one." And he buried his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling and tickling, your giggles devolving into gasping breaths by the time Bucky returned with food.
Steve relented, gathering you back into his arms to make room for Bucky, but before he could settle, you were straining against his grasp, trying to get to Bucky, "Dadadadada."
"Hold on," Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in place. "Wait just a minute, sweet pea-"
"Dadada," you insisted, undeterred by Steve's interference. Reaching insistently for Bucky, you were no match for Steve's strength, eyes welling with frustrated tears.
Once Bucky was settled, he moved the plate safely out of the way, pulling you into his lap from Steve's grasp.
He cupped your chin, wiping a stray tear away, "No need for that, Daddy's right here, princess." You sniffled, urgency forgotten now that you had Bucky. He leaned in closer, cooing, "We know you're extra little, but try to tell us what you need with your big girl words, okay doll?"
To his surprise, you shook your head, "Uh-uh."
"You don't want to use big girl words?"
But you only babbled back at him, the sounds not quite forming all the way.
Steve caught Bucky's eye, but Bucky didn't push further, keeping a close eye on you as you grabbed a fistful of goldfish crackers from the plate he'd brought, sloppily spreading a trail of them from the end table to your seat on the sofa.
Steve captured your fist in his hand, trying to work the crackers loose before crumbs ended up scattered all over the rec room, "Here sweetness, we'll feed you instead, hm?"
But you let out a squeal of protest, fist instinctively jerking away and scattering crackers across the floor.
Before you could process, there was a sting to the top of your fist; Steve had given you a sharp tap, "Hey!"
As the realization set in, you stared at Steve with a wobbly lip, sucking in a breath, but before you could cry, Peter exclaimed, "That's not nice!"
"Pete-" Tony began, trying to shush Peter from the snack table, but Peter ducked his arm and charged over to the sofa, crossing his arms expectantly at Steve.
"Hitting is mean."
Now that the attention was on someone else, you buried your face in Bucky's shoulder with a soft whimper, watching Peter and Steve.
"Peter, honey," Steve tried to explain, "I didn't hit-"
"Yes you did, I saw," Peter insisted, though he glanced at your face, verifying your watery eyes and sniffles before he challenged Steve for the second time.
"I would-"
"I saw too," Loki chimed in. Wanda was quiet under Natasha's guidance, but she nodded her agreement.
Steve looked pained, "That wasn't to hurt-"
"Steve just needed to get her attention," Bucky tried to help.
But Peter wasn't having it, "Pretty girl is little, she doesn't know." Catching the note of ferocity in his own tone, Peter dialed it back, stealing a glance back at Tony to make sure he wasn't in trouble yet, "You're strong Uncle Steve, what if you did hurt her hand on accident?"
Steve took a deep, calming breath, "I would never hurt her on purpose. I'll be more careful, okay Pete?"
Peter didn't appear convinced, but he nodded. Steve urged him over closer, speaking low, "You're doing a good job looking out for her, okay buddy? I appreciate it."
Peter nodded again, stealing another glance at you to make sure you were really okay. But before he could return to Tony, who was still at the snack table chatting with Stephen, you held out your hand, offering the last goldfish cracker clutched there.
Politely accepting a cracker, Peter scuttled back to Tony, his courage depleted after standing up to a grown up.
Steve turned his guilty gaze back to you. You stared at him, tucked into the safety of Bucky's chest. He captured your now empty hand, pressing kisses into the back of it, "I'm sorry if I surprised you, sweetheart. Will you let me feed you, please?"
You nodded slowly, making no move to lift your head from Bucky; he was rubbing your back and it was making you sleepy.
"Buck, she won't sleep tonight if she naps now," Steve warned, taking the plate from Bucky's free hand and offering you a bite of pizza.
Bucky chuckled at your groan of protest as he removed his hand, propping you up in his lap so you could eat, "C'mon doll, eat something for us?"
You nibbled the pizza half-heartedly, but it was enough for them, both men raining praises on you for being so good. You only ate a little, but Steve and Bucky were more focused on keeping you calm and happy.
Suddenly remembering the party, you peeked at the others. Wanda was laying with her head in Nat's lap, playing her game solo. Peter was with Tony and Stephen at the snack table still, looking a bit shy. Thor was engrossed in the halftime report on the TV, bringing a large flagon to his lips for a deep drink, oblivious to the thunderstorm of atmosphere surrounding Loki beside him.
Loki looked miserable. His game was turned off, resting on the arm of the sofa. He had his knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them so his chin rested in the gap in between.
Tugging Bucky's sleeve, you pointed, "Dada?"
Bucky spoke gently in your ear, "What is it, princess?"
You struggled for the words, "He sad."
"He does look a little sad, huh?" he murmured, stealing a glance at Steve to see if he was listening, but he was chatting with Nat and Bruce. "You wanna help?"
You nodded and Bucky dutifully carried you over, patiently waiting for you to speak, "Loki?" It didn't sound like it usually did- the syllables were disjointed, but Loki was already paying attention.
"Yes," he replied plainly.
"I sit?"
"Sure."
Bucky settled you in between Loki and Thor, "Shout if you need me, okay baby?" He kissed your forehead before he returned to Steve, who urgently spoke in his ear, his gaze on you.
Loki didn't strike up a conversation. Words weren't your strong suit at the moment, so you just leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder, "Okay?" Loki gave a short hum that sounded like approval, so you closed your eyes.
After a minute or two, Loki shifted, lowering his legs. You sat up as he readjusted, and he glanced at you, "You can stay- if you want."
Smiling, you leaned on him again as he grabbed his game. Lighting up further, you pointed, "I watch?"
He gave a tight nod, "Sure."
So you watched him play for a few minutes, disturbed only slightly when Thor finally stood to refill his mug and get more food. When Thor came back, plopping into his seat and shifting the sofa, you were pushed further into Loki, sliding down into his cushion with him.
You let out a soft, surprised squeal, fingers curling around Loki's arm for support. You saw the way Bucky's head snapped to you, instantly seeking you out to make sure you were okay. Steve, who had never stopped watching, narrowed his eyes.
"My apologies, little one, are you alright?" Thor patted your head.
Giggling, you nodded, allowing Bucky to relax as the game started again. As the ball was kicked again, everyone settled back into their seats to watch, although the noise quickly picked back up.
Before long, there was a collective inhale across the room and then all of the adults started shouting.
"Come on!"
"That was pass interference! Are the refs blind?"
Thor thumped his fist on the arm of the sofa, "Foul play!"
Peter caught your eye from his place next to Tony before he stood. Moments later, he was in front of you, the pair of blue headphones and your pacifier brought from the closet.
Rather than hand them to you, Peter carefully put the headphones on your head, though they weren't plugged in, and held the paci up to your lips.
"Fank you," you slurred around it, grateful to Peter but suddenly shy at the attention.
Peter grinned proudly before climbing back up next to Tony, who ruffled his hair.
Loki grabbed the end of the headphone cable, plugging it into his game so the sound would cover the noise.
Resting your head back on Loki's shoulder, you could hear the faint murmur of chatter and the occasional exclamation following a big play, but the sound wasn't so overwhelming.
And despite the dull uptick in the volume after each play, your eyelids grew heavy, your cheek smushed against Loki's shoulder.
You woke as your seat suddenly shifted again, the collective shout loud enough to pierce the protection of the headphones.
Jolting up to see Thor jump off the sofa, his fists raised in the air, "YES! YES!" The other adults cheered with him, but the sudden change in atmosphere was a shock. With a single sniffle, you burst into tears, the sound muffled underneath the din.
Before you could inhale for a wail, a pair of arms hoisted you up, Steve's scent soothing you before you'd even caught a glimpse of blonde hair.
"I've got you, sweetness," he cooed in your ear, whisking you back to his place next to Bucky.
You sniffled weakly, lip trembling, but no one other than Loki seemed to have noticed anything was wrong. By the time Bucky finished cheering and Thor sat back down, Steve had you cradled in his lap, Peter's headphones playing soft music in your ears.
Bucky smiled at you, brushing his thumb idly over your ankle. You blinked at him and Bucky instantly noticed the glitter of tears on your lashes, giving your ankle a soft squeeze and lifting a headphone to talk to you, "You okay, babydoll? You need to go home?"
Sloppily rubbing an eye, you shook your head, "Daddy havin' fun."
But Bucky shook his head, leaning in closer, "You tell me if you need to go, okay?" He cupped your chin, "My baby is more important, alright?"
Cheeks warming under the intensity of his gaze, you nodded. Looking satisfied, Bucky sat back, though he rested his palm on your ankle, his thumb resuming its path.
You curled your fingers into Steve's jersey, watching the people run around on the screen for lack of anything else to focus on. With Bucky's thumb tracing over your ankle and Steve's warm palm tracing your back, watching the game wasn't so bad.
As a man in blue ran down the field, another cheer went up, growing louder as his long strides carried him down into the very end of the field. Thor launched from his seat shouting again, oblivious to the sharp look he got from Steve. But you were ready for it this time, clapping along with everyone else.
The room quickly got quiet as all the players lined up by the goalposts, the tension obvious.
Bucky's fingers slowed on your ankle, squeezing softly as the play started. You struggled to keep track of the ball, but the room exploded in cheers again and Bucky hoisted you off Steve's lap as he jumped up to match Thor's enthusiasm.
Giggling, you clapped again, "Did we win, Daddy?"
Bucky grinned, looking as excited as you'd ever seen him, "We sure did, babydoll."
"Yay!"
Bucky looked so happy to see you excited about something he liked, blue eyes lit up with little crinkles around the corners of his eyes. Maybe you could like football too.
OKAY have you heard of letting someone cry themselves to sleep if theyre having sleep problems and can't sleep without their caregiver😅😅? Would you be willing to write something like that for little!reader with daddy!stucky? Maybe they had a nightmare and cant sleep by themselves so steve wants to try this but bucky doesn't want to? idk if that makes sense hahaha
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warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmare and sleep problems, daddy!stucky x little!reader
a/n: I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS, I'm struggling to finish my assignment that's due tmr morning so I wanted to work on something else to get my mind off it, and what is better than stucky taking care of little!reader hahah
Ever since you had a nightmare a few weeks ago, you refused to go to sleep unless either Bucky or Steve were with you. For a few days, Steve was by your side whenever you asked him to cuddle you during nap time or bedtime. It was a good thing that their work schedule was so flexible that they could work from home sometimes and be there to take care of you. However, Steve soon realized that if they continue to do this then you would never be able to go to sleep by yourself.
Steve decided that they would start by only cuddling with you during bedtime, but for nap time they would leave after tucking you in, and if they were weren't home then you'd have to get yourself ready for nap time. Of course, Bucky didn't agree with this. He found it impossible to just let you cry it out until you fell asleep. Steve eventually convinced him by telling him they need to be sure you can take care of yourself if they ever have to leave you alone for a few days because of work or an emergency.
After a week or so, Steve noticed that whenever they weren't working from home, Bucky would always go home for lunch and then come back after an hour or so. At first, Steve thought that maybe Bucky was just checking up on you. However, he decided to check up on Bucky one day and caught him cuddling you during nap time. You were asleep and didn't need Bucky there but he wanted to stay just in case you woke up. He didn't even notice Steve until he called his name.
He groaned, getting out of bed and walking into the hallway to talk to Steve, "Look I know-"
"Bucky, I already told you she needs this."
"But what if she has a nightmare? Or what if she's hurt? Maybe it's not such a bad idea that one of us is here all the time." He shrugged, looking down at the ground.
"We're not having this discussion again." Steve mumbled, dragging him downstairs to drive him back to work.
Once they returned to work, Steve felt good about their talk on the way there. He made some good points that they need to be sure you can take care of yourself in case they're not around. He also pointed out that this might help you get over the nightmare, and perhaps get over your fear of sleeping by yourself. Bucky nodded along and agreed that those were all good points. Steve was proud of him. He didn't think Bucky would agree to this so quickly.
Steve decided that maybe they would go home early today, so he stopped by Bucky's office to get him, he wasn't there. His stuff wasn't there so maybe he already left but he never leaves without telling him so that was a bit odd. He tried to call Bucky but he didn't pick up. He decided maybe he should go home to check if he's already there.
When he got home, he noticed both you and Bucky watching a movie on the couch. You were lying down on top of him, all snuggled up while he had his arms wrapped around you. Bucky groaned as he noticed Steve standing in the living room next to them.
"Oh for God's sake Bucky, we just talked about this!" Steve exclaimed, as he picked you up.
Bucky quickly sat up and tried to explain himself, "No no it's okay, she couldn't sleep so we're just watching a movie until she feels sleepy again."
"Bucky we talked about this..." Steve carefully put you down on the ground before bending down next to you, "Hey bubba I think I saw Ellie Bunny sitting at the table by herself, why don't you go grab her for naptime, huh?"
You quickly smiled and nodded, running over to the table to grab your beloved plushie.
Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky, groaning, "Look we can't keep doing this. She needs this."
"I can't help it, if I hear her crying I'm gonna go make sure she's okay." Bucky said, getting up from the couch to turn the TV off.
"I know you only wanna comfort her, and these mama bear instincts are adorable," Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt as soon as he heard the words 'mama bear instincts' but Steve continued "but she needs to be able to sleep by herself. She'll never be able to do that if you just keep coddling her. You think it doesn't break my heart to hear her cry and not go to her?"
"I-"
"This is for her own good, okay?" Steve sighed, getting up from the couch to help you get tucked back in for nap time.
After dinner, Steve decided that since you had Bucky next to you for nap time, maybe they could try to have you sleep on your own during bedtime. Bucky flat out refused as soon as heard the idea but Steve wouldn't budge.
Eventually, you tired yourself out from all the crying and fell asleep. Bucky decided that if he heard you crying at any point during the night then he'll bring you back to bed. Steve told him that that wouldn't be necessary.
In the middle of the night, Bucky reached over to Steve's side but found it empty. He quickly got up and walked over to your room. He quietly chuckled to himself when he noticed Steve next to you, humming softly and brushing his fingers through your hair. Steve groaned lightly as he noticed Bucky,
"What happened to-"
"Not a word. We'll discuss it tomorrow, go back to bed."
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