#deaged bucky

[disterra]

de-aged bucky for an unserious/wholesome interpretation of the age difference square on my @wintershieldbingo card reference used (x)

[stachmousworld]

Barnes Family

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC! female character 

Summary: Bucky has been de-aged by a witch. To help him cope with his new temporary condition they all go to the beach. Of course, Bucky will do as it pleases him and go on an adventure on his own. Steve, who is his babysitter, will need a good week of rest after that.

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“So, how are you?” Sam asked Steve after throwing a frisbee at Clint.

“Tired. I knew it’d be hard on him, but this much…”

Sam offered a compassionate smile.

“Who’d thought a tiny body could be that loud.”

Steve winced as he remembered Bucky’s breakdown. His face had become so red and his whole body so tensed that he’d though Bucky was having a stroke. It had taken them 8 milk bottles, a warm bath and another 20 hours for him to completely calm down and sleep. Let’s just say that Steve had missed, albeit briefly, his moment spent under the ice.

Hearing his best friend piercing his tampons with his shrill voice had not been a walk in the park. Above all when Steve knew that if Bucky hadn’t protected him, he’d be the toddler.

“Yeah, who’d think,” Steve repeated.

“And about our baby Avengers, where’s he now?”

Steve frowned not understanding the question.

“He is sleeping,” he replied slowly.

The frisbee almost hit Steve who caught it effortlessly. Clint screamed an apology.

“Dude, I don’t want to be that guy, but Bucky is not there.”

Steve turned to the cot next to him and froze, fear running through his veins.

Empty.

The cot was empty.

Steve jumped to his feet and looked around wildly. His eidetic memory couldn’t really help as many people were leaving and arriving. He ignored the weird and suspicious or even recognizing glances from the tourists. Sam screamed at Clint to come and look for Bucky. Ensued a few screams because Clint had lost his hearing aids and couldn’t understand. Or maybe it was the two twin sisters ogling him that perturbated him.

After what felt like an eternity, Steve spotted Bucky’s small body wobbling his way to…Steve narrowed is eyes and spotted one black woman laying on her back. She had a hat on her face.

“Bucky!” Steve yelled.

Bucky froze. He glanced behind and looked straight at Steve with an annoyed expression. Steve gestured him to come. Bucky tilted his head and shook it. He turned around, fell on his hands and started crawling towards the woman.

Faster.

“Shit,” Steve muttered, before taking off after Bucky. He avoided many people who tried to get his autograph and screamed an apology on his way. He’d have time to be embarrassed after.

Bucky was already near the stranger. He stood up, wobbled a bit and…fell.

Too focus on his target, Steve almost tripped on someone’s towel. He apologized through gritted teeth and sprinted. Bucky was now laying across the woman’s chest. He wasn’t showing no sign of moving away. If not, he was slowly climbing on top of her. Bucky, what the hell, Steve groaned, speeding up.

A few seconds later and he was there.

The woman was still not moving. She seemed unaware of the commotion. Steve made a quick prayer and approached.

“Bucky,” he hissed. “Come back.”

Bucky rolled over and gurgled some words. Steve sighed. And Bucky said he was the reckless one. Fearing both to be sent to the anti-harassment classes and the dent on his reputation if someone were to film them, he acted quickly. He glanced a last time at the woman and leaned forward, trying to grab Bucky’s leg. Bucky whined and kicked him, pretty harshly, before continuing his ascension on the woman’s chest.

“Bucky!” he whisper-yelled. Steve made another move then froze when the woman moved. She readjusted her hat on her face and laid still. Only for a second. Bucky suddenly dropped his smile and his eyes were open wide. The woman patted where Bucky was a few times. Then stopped. She took off her hat and blinked blearily. There was no vestige of her sleep and her face looked as good as new.

“What…” She raised her eyes and stared at Steve who backed off, hands high. A few intelligible apologies tumbled out of his mouth. She, then, looked at Bucky who burped loudly. She stared at him for a couple of seconds or minutes, Steve wouldn’t be able to tell. All he could hear is Fury admonishing them because of the scandal. Bucky Barnes, aka the Winter Soldier, grope a woman while de-aged.

“Bucky,” she sighed before hoisted him on her chest, and hold him close. “Divorce is still on the table, you know?”

Bucky grabbed her face with his tiny hands, giving her a toothless smile.

“What?” Steve exclaimed, shocked.

“Hm?” She replied. Bucky had put one of his hands in her mouth. She pretended to bite it, eliciting a giggle out of him.

“How? Divorce?” Steve managed to say, although reality seemed too surreal. His brain was working way too slow. He tried to piece back the information and was still left with a huge gap. What was happening?

She raised her left hand and held it out. Steve eyes followed the graceful fingers, where a beautiful rock shone.

Steve’s brain short circuited.

“Your daughter is going to kill you, you know that,” she warned Bucky, who giggled. “She is not going to like you under this form, and she’ll take revenge for all the times you woke her up from her naps to play.”

Bucky snorted. She rolled her eyes.

“You won’t say I didn’t warn you.”

At the same time, a sleepy yawn erupted next to a pile of towels. A small head peaked through the towel and the most beautiful baby appeared. A dark skin baby girl with huge brown eyes gazed at her mom happily, unaware of the others. She smiled softly while brushing her coily hair. Her cheeks were round and her little finger chubby. Everything in Steve wanted to give this innocent soul whatever she wished for. And if someone dared harm her, he’d…wait a minute.

Steve, who was now sure he’d been hit by the witch curse and had been sent to another universe, stumbled back. He needed to focus on the important matter. Bucky was…married. Bucky was married and had a baby. With a woman. Steve didn’t know what was the most shocking. Had he been so blind that he didn’t notice? If Bucky had acted differently wouldn’t Steve, his best pal, had not noticed? Steve racked his brain to find some clues.

It’s true that Bucky had been happier. But Steve had thought it was the sessions working. After all, he had started the therapy at the same time he started to go out more. For Steve, Bucky had only been following some advice from the therapist. Like he, himself, did.

Lost in his memories, he didn’t even notice the presence of Clint and Sam by his sides.

“So, you also didn’t know?” Clint asked, strangely calm.

Steve shook slowly his head. “Is that a dream?”

“Clint, no!” Sam exclaimed.

Steve felt a sting behind his head. He didn’t even budge under the strength of the slap. He dazedly pressed a hand behind his head and said “ouch”. Clint laughed and avoided Sam’s fist. But not Steve’s. He punched him straight in the groin. Clint crumbled on the floor. Sam didn’t make a single move to help him. He towered over him, hands on his hips, staring at him with disapproval.

“I told you.”

Clint huffed and puffed. His hands cupped his groin and his face was red as beetroots.

Steve eyes were still on the little family in front of him. He couldn’t believe it. Bucky was married and he hadn’t told him. A spark of pain erupted from the center of his chest to his head. He repressed his tears and bit his lips. Now was not the time.

The little girl crawled toward her mom, eyes now on Bucky. Her soft face morphed into a grimace.

“’aby?” She asked her mom. She then patted her mom’s belly and pointed Bucky. “Aby!” She asked again, this time her eyes wide open with surprise.

“No, baby girl, it’s not the baby. Mommy told you we had to wait a little longer to see him.” Bucky’s head snapped up.

Steve was also shocked. Another baby? The pain was now oppressing. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to stand it. He swallowed with difficulty and clenched his hand hard. The pain from his nails pressing onto the soft skin of his palms relieved the mental wound. It helped him focus on the present.

Bucky gurgle something. His wife sighed.

“Yes, Bucky, I’m pregnant.”

“Daddy!” The little girl screamed. Her eyes travelled quickly from Bucky to her mom.

“Yes, your father,” she confirmed, deadpanned.

The little girl didn’t ask anymore questions and stayed silent. She stared at her dad a few seconds and started pouting. She patted her mom’s breast in quick firm motions.

“Mine,” she announced, with a determined face.

Bucky gave her a lopsided smile before laying his head onto his wife chest. His daughter reacted quickly. She yelped indignant, then pushed him violently of her mom. Bucky’s body rolled onto the floor, where he stayed in shock.

“Mine!” She screamed, before climbing totally on her mom. She leaned forward and embraced her boobs with her tiny, chubby arms, effectively protecting them from anyone.

Bucky looked at his wife, lips wobbling, tears trickling in his grey eyes. He raised his arms toward her and made grabby hands. She raised an eyebrow.

“Huh Huh, don’t cry. I told you so. It’s on you. And you laughed at me. Next time, when you wake your daughter, you’d think twice.” She patted her daughter’s back and kissed the crown of her head.

Bucky spun around and made grabby hands at Steve, who finally fainted.

“Come here you little donkey head,” Bucky’s wife sighed. “But don’t touch my boobs.” Bucky whined but complied. His eyes were a little teary, but his pout was still glued on his face. He crawled to her and sat down, eyes on his daughter.

“Baby girl, your dad doesn’t want to steal them from you, you know?”

The baby raised her head and glared at her dad.

“Mine,” she stated. “An’ ‘aby ‘rozer”

Her mom cooed at her words and nuzzled against her neck. She pressed loud kisses onto her small face.

“Yes, yours and your baby brother or sister,” her mom corrected.

The baby girl raised her eyes to her mom and pressed a hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“No! ‘rozer not sis’er,” she replied louder.

Her mom nodded slowly, letting her daughter affirm whatever she wanted. She hoisted Bucky and embraced them both. She looked sadly at Steve’s body.

“I told you he didn’t remember our wedding nor his goddaughter’s birth,” she complained, nose brushing his dark curls. Bucky muffled response came as unintelligible, exept for his wife, who sighed for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah, I’m right again. Thor’s mead was too much, and you know it.”

Bucky grumbled. His looked at his daughter patted her back as soft as a toddler who didn’t have any motor control could, which resulted in a mild slap. His daughter opened her eyes and clenched her fingers into tight fist. Bucky barely had the time to brace for the impact that her fist hit him square in the shoulder. If it wasn’t for the support his wife was providing, he’d be rolling, again on the floor.

He frowned and automatically raised his fists. Baby or not, he was not getting down without a fight.

“Ok, that’s not happening,” his wife took them both off her chest and sat them face to face. They glared at each other.

“This is your dad. I know he can be annoying, but he loves you.” The baby girl growled. “And…I promise he’s going to let you sleep your naps.”

The woman turned to Bucky.

“And you. Once you are an adult, you’ll apologize.” Bucky started to babble angrily. “Or else, James Buchanan Barnes,” She raised her voice. “Or else God help me, because you won’t see a lot of me.”

Bucky dropped his gaze, pouting. He babbled softly some apologies to his daughter, who considered him seriously. It took a few seconds before she smiled softly. He thought he heard his wife say something about being the only decent parent. He wouldn’t disagree on that.

“’ady,” she said with a tiny voice. She raised her arms and hugged him.

Feeling so little in his daughter’s arms and feeling her love for him made him cry. His tiny body didn’t have the control it should have. He was supposed to stay impassible or coo. But not cry. But the more he stayed in her embrace the more he felt weak. She was so…

“’Ady’ sad?” she asked worried as she detached herself from him.

More tears fell down his cheeks.

“Nope,” his wife shot him a knowing look. “He is impressed by your strength.” She grabbed their daughter’s arms and squeezed them gently. “You have a mean throw, princess.”

Fin.

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

[crematosis]

Title: The Way We Were

Square Filled: Character is a Twink

Pairing: Bucky/Bucky

Created For @mcukinkbingo

[kaimerakat]

Redrew some baby bucks from 3 years ago or so

[mistrstank]

[[ I liiiiiive! And I’ve returned to you with some writing! *distant cheering* I’m starting to work through my prompts, so if you’ve sent one in, never fear they have no been forgotten! For this prompt, @eclipseoftheheartandsoul​ asked for Deaged! Tony, Bucky and Steve, with Darcy calling baby Tony a stud. I hope you enjoy it, dear! ]]

The elevator lets out an obnoxious ‘ding’ as it arrives, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. The doors slide open to Darcy’s grinning face, “Okay, so it’s ass o’clock in the morning and there’s more blood than caffeine in my system. What’s the emergenc- whoa!” Darcy cuts herself off mid tirade and blinks as Natasha bears down on her. The usually immaculate assassin is now anything but; her hair in a riotous mass of curls around a pale face bare of makeup. There’s what looks suspiciously like a jam kiss riding high on her left cheekbone, and a matching chocolate one on the opposite cheek. Natasha’s clothes aren’t faring much better, covered in glitter and scraps of felt. “Okay, why does it look like a day care centre threw up on you?” Darcy wonders aloud, in the tone of someone who very much does not want the answer to that question. Natasha’s eye twitches worryingly, and Darcy spends a moment silently reciting her will, and then gets distracted by the thought of Thor carrying her coffin, alone and shirtless. The image is both morbid and hot, very hot. Muscles. 

When Darcy returns to reality, Natasha is still staring at her, patiently, like she knows Darcy just briefly left the planet. “Children.” She enunciates carefully, when she realises Darcy is paying attention. Darcy blinks, and slides her gaze over the other woman’s shoulder to the disaster zone beyond. Bruce is sprawled across the couch, covered in glitter and snoring. Clint is dozing on the back of the couch, his hair spiked with an alarming green substance Darcy doesn’t dare identify. Even Thor looks exhausted, slumped on the floor and hugging Mjolnir like a particularly hard, hammer shaped safety blanket. Actually, now that she’s looking, the ends of his hair look a little singed. “Children did this?” Darcy finally gets out, and is treated to a repeat of Natasha’s eye twitch. “It looks like you were attacked by a horde of angry scrap bookers!” Darcy’s voice climbs in volume, and Natasha’s eyes go wide. She gets halfway through shushing the other woman when a soft ‘thump’ comes from another room, and Natasha goes still. “Oh, no.” She whispers, as Clint snorts awake on the couch and Darcy looks on in bemusement.“The young sirs are awake.” JARVIS says, in the same tones one might say ‘the bomb is about to go off’, or ‘the zombies are at the door and you just used your last bullet’. Darcy belatedly wonders if she should have brought her taser, at least for comfort since she can’t see herself tasering small children, no matter how demonic. And then the sources of terror enter the room, and Darcy forgets about the state of the other Avengers entirely.Bucky enters first, and is easily recognised for his tiny metal arm. He’s wearing Iron Man pajama pants and a Hulk shirt, looking tousled and sleepy-eyed as he wanders in. Steve is behind him, tiny and fey looking with his white blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes. He’s clutching a teddy in one hand and Bucky’s flesh hand with the other. Tony is the last, and his appearance takes the longest for Darcy to compute.

He’s wearing a suit. He’s a tiny, dapper, immaculate little gentleman and Darcy just wants to smoosh his fabulous little face. “Oh, my god look at them. Look at them.” Darcy whisper shrieks, and the kids blink at her with  varying levels of suspicion. After a moment, Tony walks past the other two, crosses the room and holds his hand out to her. “Hello, ma’am. My name is Tony.” He says crisply, and while it’s adorable it’s also a little sad to see such perfect manners in someone so obviously young. Darcy grins and reaches down to shake his hand. “Hi, Tony! I’m Darcy.” She replies, like this is totally normal, and is treated to a shy smile. “You’re very pretty, Miss Darcy.” Tony whispers, like it’s a secret, and his little face goes all pink. Darcy almost swoons. Bucky barrels up next to Tony, Steve on the other side until Tony is smooshed between them. “M’Bucky, an’ this is Steve.” Bucky declares, glaring pointedly at Darcy’s hand where it still cradles Tony’s until she lets go. Bucky immediately links his arm through Tony’s and Steve does the other, mutinous blue eyes staring up at her until Darcy feels wildly uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you, boys.” She gets out weakly, and then can only watch as Tony is resolutely tugged away to a small table in the corner covered in art supplies. Evidently, the table is where everything started. Natasha stares mournfully after them, no doubt expecting another explosion of mess. “I told you,” She says softly, and Darcy nods dazedly. After a moment of watching the three boys carefully orbiting each other’s space, she grins brightly. “Dude, baby Tony is a stud!”

[gimmegamora]

I don't know why, but I am seriously craving a fic where Bucky is deaged to about 4 or 5 with no memories of who he was before, and Steve steps up to raise him because Bucky is his best friend when they find out it's irreversible and Tony helps him out because he's a good boyfriend.