WINTERIRON
in Saturday mornings .
Every Saturday morning like clockwork, Bucky found himself at the same little farmer’s market centred in the heart of the park where a group of children play baseball. He liked it because it reminded him so much of how things used to be, children playing in the street and without being glued to their screens... NOT to mention the young man that always seems to be coaching them or babysitting them, Bucky wasn’t quite sure but he respected it as he didn’t have that kind of patience. His eyes scanned over the dirt pitch, once he received his plums and the young man’s voice rung in his ears bring his teeth to grind together to not smile in his direction. “Hey!!!! Dad...” A blonde moptop screamed for the attention of the young appearing man, catching the ball on the fly with his mitt. “LOOK, its that man you like!” The boy began to point in the direction of... Holy shit, the kid was pointing at Bucky Barnes himself. “Harley, potato gun privileges are non-existing,” Tony threatened his son which only got a mischief filled chuckle. That’s when Bucky broke from his statue like state, his wide eyes met those warm chocolate irises and in that moment the world outside of the two didn’t matter... up until Harley threw a baseball, hitting his father right in the stomach causing Tony to hunch over. And that was the excuse Bucky was waiting for, quickly reaching the other male. “You alright, darlin’?”
