#winnie barnes

[turtle-steverogers]

six year old steve being wary of george barnes at first, because he’s a big, tall man just like his own dad and his own dad gets real mean if steve is too loud or if he’s been drinking. but after a while, steve realizes that george is gentle and soft-spoken and always so kind, and after that, steve clings to george for a few weeks

“got a little shadow there, dear?” winnie asks, peeling another potato and handing it to a seven year old bucky to cut as george passes through the kitchen with steve right behind him.

“he’s a bit more like a duckling, i’d say,” george says, eyes twinkling. he winks at bucky, who grins at him, all teeth and steve just ducks his head with a blush. but he’s got a pleased, little smile on his face, so george and winnie decide it’s worth it.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

please listen to army dreamers by kate bush and think about ww2 era steve and bucky (especially bucky)

B.F.P.O. Army dreamers Mammy's hero B.F.P.O. Mammy's hero Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate mammy's hero Mourning in the aerodrome The weather warmer, he is colder Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What could he do?) (Should have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What could he do?) (Should have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Oh, what a waste of Army (army) dreamers (dreamers) Tears o'er a tin box Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know Like a chicken with a fox He couldn't win the war with ego Give the kid the pick of pips And give him all your stripes and ribbons Now he's sitting in his hole He might as well have buttons and bows But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What could he do?) (Should have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What could he do?) (Should have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of Army (army) dreamers (dreamers) Ooh, what a waste of all them Army (army) dreamers (dreamers) Army (army) dreamers (dreamers) Army (army) dreamers (dreamers), oh B.F.P.O. Army dreamers Mammy's hero B.F.P.O. Army dreamers Mammy's hero B.F.P.O. No hard heroes Mammy's hero B.F.P.O. Army dreamers Mammy's hero B.F.P.O.

Why would you do this to meeee

This is so Steve and Bucky and, oh my god, I made it so much worse on myself by imagining it as being sung by Bucky's mom, Winnie, about both of her boys during the war but also singing through tears after the fact when they've both been declared dead, weeping for her son, her sons best friend, and Sarah who was spared of seeing what would happen to her only child and his loyal best friend, but would be destroyed had she lived to see it. So. Just. OUCH.

[magnetothemagnificent]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So I wrote a sad little fic from Winnie Barnes's POV....

[random-fandom1]

So post endgame, the avengers are all convinced Peters dead. He just never showed up, or at least no one saw him show up after they were snapped back. And to say they all feel awful about it is an understatement.

Steve and Tony are feeling parently guilt, because they had let their 23 year old son fight in a fucking war, and he had gotten injured or killed or something, and now hes fucking gone. They both blame themselves, and at one point even blamed eachother. That was a hard time, they almost split up. Both slept in different parts of the compound, fought constantly and had to go to counseling. Its better now though.

Natasha, who is very much still alive, also blames herself, infact all of the avengers do. They let their not so little but still little spider out of their grasp and now hes dissapeared. The avengers compound is a gloomy place with most people keeping to themselves, though they do try and get together every few days for some bonding, and it helps most of them...except from Bucky.

Bucky dosent feel as guilty as the others, of course he still does but he just feels more heartbroken over anything. He still remebers the night before Peter fucked off to space and they all got dusted, and how they had laid in their bed and promised they'd come back to eachother. Bucky had even given Peter a ring, not for marriage but as a promise that one day they will walk down that aisle and say there vows infront of all their friends. A promise that they'd be together until the end of time. Peter had then suprised him by pulling out his own ring he was going to give to the man he loved.

That was a special night, and Bucky thinks about it often, even the not so PG bits. Buckys heart aches for the man that resides in it, just wants to be able to hold him and kiss him and make love to him and spend the rest of his days with him. But he cant

So to say he's extremely gloomy around the compound is an understatement. He spends a majority of his time sulking in his room, crying his eyes out while scrolling through countless of albums on his phone. Hes also recently started to venture down to the training room at obscene hours of the nights where he would just detroy dummy after dummy after dummy, then end up breaking down crying in the corner. He just cant handel it

But one day after months of ignoring the rest of the avengers, Steve and Tony manage to convince the man to come and watch a movie with them. It took some force, but eventually a red eyed Bucky ended up sitting downstairs in a room that had so much awkward tension with the rest of the avengers, before Scott broke the silence.

"So what movie should we watch?"

That seemed to light the fire and soon everyone was chattering about what they wanted to watch. Steve and Tony were certain they wanted to watch Me before You, whereas Clint, Natasha and Wanda wanted to watch Back to the Future. Bruce and Thor had their hearts set on Forest Gump and Pietro, Yelena and Shuri wanted Toy Story, one of Peters favourite aside from Star Wars. That made fresh tears pop into Buckys eyes in the overwhelming noise that the group managed to produce. His mind immediately went back to all the nights they spent cuddled up watching Toy Story, and a soft smile that was only kept for Peter popped on his face.

"I'd like to watch Toy Story too if thats okay?"

Immediately the room went silent, the avengers startled by Buckys voice which resembled a small child asking for sweets. The once bickering crowd immediately sprung to action after their shock had settled and Toy Story was being downloaded on the TV. Bucky had made himself comfy on a cuddle chair in the corner of the room where he cuddled himself under a vast majority of blankets. The rest of the avengers had positioned themselves in different areas of the room, but not too far so they could still see the movie.

It was about halfway through the movie an Bucky was entranced. He knew the rest of the gang kept looking over at him to see if he was alright, and he would usually care but at that moment in time, he wasnt able to take his eyes off of the movie. The toys have just escaped Sid when Bucky feels a body slide in an cuddle his side. He wraps his arms around the person, pulling the tight to his side like a reflex. Bucky breathes in the familiar scent of green apples but dosent dare take his eyes off of the movie. It dosent seem like he even knows what's going on. So when Peters voice gently whispers in his ear

"You watching my favourite movie without me?",

and Bucky replies in a cheeky tone,

"Well you weren't here so yeah, we were doll",

Bucky somehow seems appalled when the movies paused and lights are flicked on. He pulls the boy closer to his chest, shying away from the light. It dosent settle in that PETER is there and PETER is cuddled into his chest until Tony and Steve rush over and pull him into their arms instead. The family are reunited again and cuddling on the floor while everyone sit in varying stages of shock. Buckys sat there, feeling so so much emotions. He keeps looking at his empty arms then upto the family cuddled and crying on the floor, before looking back at his empty arms. He can't believe it. Tears form in his eyes, and hes scared that this is a dream, and he'd soon wake up in his lonely world. Bucky curls up in a ball, hugs his knees and just cries for what feels like forever before he feels a set of arms curling around him.

"Go away, I know your not real. Just leave me alone, stop torturing me..."

The arms don't let go and it hits him, this is real.

Bucky peaks his head up from his knees and comes face to face with his love, and he just can't help himself. He pulls Peter into his arms and starts placing kisses all over his face. Peter lets out a laugh filled with joy while the rest of the avengers watch from afar, happy that the two lovers are finally reunited

"Bucky, James - ha - stop - ha ha - please Jamie! I love - ha - you!"

Bucky ceases his actions and pulls Peter in for a real kiss, bang on the lips. That lasts for what seems like hours until Natasha awkwardly clears her throat. Reality kicks back in as both parties pull away from the other, beetroot red.

"Where, how, why did you - pete, where did you go?" Bucky manages to spit out. Peter takes one hand to Buckys face and holds a longing look on his face as he thinks about what hes about to say.

"Well, you know that night? So, turns out rings werent the only thing that we exchanged that night," Steve and Tony both share a look of grimace, knowing what they're sons referring to, Natasha and Clint roll their eyes at how awfully Peter phrased it but Bucky seems confused. He really dosent know what else they exchanged, was it spit? Did he catch a disease from him? Oh no, did Peter get a STD? From him?! Buckys minds spiralling until little cries enter the room, as if on queue. Dr Strange comes in, holding a little baby in a carrier and hands her over to Peter.

"Bucky, meet Winnie May Pepper Barnes. Wins, meet your papa"

Bucky just stares at the adorable creature infront of him, mesmerised by her little whispy brown curls and steel blue eyes that are staring up at him. Gently, shes handed over to him and tears well in his eyes, hes a papa. Her little hand reaches up and holds one of his fingers, letting out a bubbly laugh as she does so.

"Winnie? Like Mrs Barnes?" Steve asks, him and Tony creeping over to have a look at their granddaughter.

"Yeah, we had talks about ot a while ago. Thought it would be suitable"

Bucky continues to stare at the most beautiful baby hes ever seen. He cant believe it, hes got a daughter. And hes got his boy back. This must be a dream. Why else would Peter just leave him and then suddenly come back with a daughter

"Where were you?" He utters in the tiniest voice, scared hed ball his eyes out if he went even an octave higher. Peter sighs, knowing this was coming

"Lets start at the snap. When me and dad were on Titan and we started to dust, I could feel myself going but I felt something else go too. That something was Winnie. Then when everyone else was snapped back, Dr Strange sent me to the sanctuary, which by the way I wouldn't reccomend staying in, freezing in there. He was scared something would happen to Winnie with her being dusted and all, and wanted to keep all of us safe. So he monitored me through out the pregnancy, helped me and all that. And if Im being honest, I was scared of how you'd react. Thought you might reject us a go marry some bimbo. But now we're back, and I'm never leaving you again, ever"

Bucky had tears in his eyes, as did Peter. Winnie was quickly handed to her grandfather who immediately started to fuss over her, and Bucky jump at Peter, hugging him.

"I love you doll"

"I love you too Jamie"

[merrysithmas]

got it from my mama

It's 1942 and Steve is on his first assignment as newly promoted Captain. Enemy fire is shelling overhead like wasps raining angrily from a nest. Steve stays behind, waving the troops to cover, while Barnes is at the head of the second splintered group. Bucky is leading them through the gorge that was discovered by aerial intel. It's a near-perfect escape caper from the distant gunfire - that is until Private Casey Peters is clipped. He crashes to the icy ground like a rock, smashing his head with a crack.

Steve's head whips around like a pinwheel, zeroing in on the man on the ground.

Barnes hesitates from where he at the sight, but Steve waves him off furiously, silently. Go! Bucky bites his lip, a look in his eyes like a threatening hiss, before he turns on his haunches with stiff angry shoulders and urges the men forward through the snow.

Steve immediately dives in to staunch the wound of the bleeding soldier, dragging him towards the enormous fallen tree he's using as cover. The soldier leaves an ugly red smear in the slush like the earth itself is wounded. Steve's hands are covered in blood, reaching for anything at hand to stem the bleeding, His pack, his bedroll, tears it up with one swift motion of his arm. He's putting the soldier's legs up. Pressurizing the wound with all the strength his new muscles allow. Using the cold of the snow and ice to slow the bleeding at his side, and his own body to provide warmth to counteract that which flees the soldier from the bloodloss.

Steve looks down at the pale face, and coos. A wordless sound. Shh, shh. Anything to drown out the offensive gunfire and keep that pulse under his fingers steady. He swipes his numb thumb on the man's face, soothing.

It's two hours before the enemy fire quiets and Bucky returns, red-faced and breathless, eyes alight at the sight of them - marooned on their own little island in frigid hell, but still there. Gabe Jones follows close at his shoulder, expression shocked when he sees Private Peters, alive, curled into Steve's arm like a child.

Back at base, Jones looks over at Steve in the med tent.

"No medic for miles. Kid should be dead. You're green. Where the hell you learn to do any of that, Rogers?"

"Huh?" Steve's a little dumbstruck at first, not certain what act merited any kind of special valor. His eyes stay on Private Peters in the distance, alive and well and clutching his side protectively as his friends joke good-naturedly, relieved. "Oh," Steve gets it now, looking back at Gabe's expectant face.

"My mom was a nurse," he answers simply, shrugging, face dirty as he rings out the wet rag over his bloody hands.

-

It's 1943 and there's a sick soldier in their regimen. It's an awful hacking cough that might actually blow their cover. Lt. Morgo is grey in the face, can barely stand up. Some kind of infection, Morita says grimly to Steve, who looks stricken and silent at the thought.

Sergeant Barnes disappears for hours after they settle for the night and returns unnoticed in the background, like some kind of winter deity, with hands full of flora sheared from the frozen forest. He gets to work quietly. Bucky pulls the stems and leaves apart, chewing some into a paste, spitting it back out, boiling pungent herbs to death on the small cookfire.

Steve and the others are talking in low voices at the corner of camp. Long shadows and short words.

Bucky approaches the tent with Lieutenant Morgo, and presses the poltice without any delicacy to the soldier's chest. Hard. It's hot from the fire, leaks oils and wafts an intense harsh smell that splits the sinuses in two.

The next day Lt Morgo is at least conscious, reaching weakly for water and answering questions in a tired, but steady voice.

"How the hell you do that, Barnes?" pries Dum Dum, eying Bucky who is silently carving through a stubborn branch with his gleaming, gliding pocketknife.

Bucky spares one heartfelt glance up at Steve through his dark brows, Steve who is deeply immersed in planning their next offensive on the far ridge, if the too-earnest expression on his fair and sharp face is any indication. Healthy, breathing, upright Steve. What a wonder it is to see him like that, after all. What a strange and somehow painful thing. What a terrible thing to think.

"Mama m-a învățat," he answers lowly, murmuring. And with that he stands, as if he's impatient with himself. He leaves without a breath after his answer, heading to join Steve at the crest of the lacy white forest, trailing heavy footprints in the snow as Dum Dum watches him go.

[aesthetical-bucky]

Her Precious Heartbeat (One)

Characters: Dad!Bucky x Dolores Barnes x Winifred Barnes x Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky has a nice life, a gorgeous wife and now his baby girl has finally been born into the world. But he seems to have missed something when his wife, Dolores, abandons her own family in the middle of the night, leaving the responsibility solely to Bucky.

Warnings: It’s kinda angsty, mentions of a mother abandoning her baby.

Word Count: 1.2k

Authors Notes: I wasn’t going to post this for a couple more days. But it’s been written and edited and I thought... why not. The first couple of parts are going to be a bit boring but I’m building up the story, rather than just jumping in where Bucky meets you. So I hope the slowburn will be worth it :) feedback would be great :) Please let me know if the tags don’t work!

“Oh, Dot. She’s absolutely perfect.” Bucky gleamed in pride as he held his newborn baby daughter to his chest, stroking her soft fine-haired head. He was in absolute awe of her.

“She is perfect. I’m so happy James.” Dolores smiled lovingly at her family. 

Their baby girl, Winifred Willow Barnes now completed their happy and loving marriage. Bucky still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to get married and become a father in the past two years. He was grateful and he counted his lucky stars every night.

Little did Bucky know that two days after they brought her home, Dolores, his wife, Winnie’s mother would do a moonlight on her family. 

Dolores had her suitcases packed and hidden in the closet, then when she was sure her husband was fast asleep and Winnie didn’t need anything, she removed her wedding bands from her finger and left a note on her side of the bed, apologising that she made a mistake, and being a mother wasn’t on her agenda, she didn’t want the responsibility. Dolores gave her baby one final kiss before she left the house that night. 

Bucky went through the mill of emotions as he read the note over and over, clutching her wedding bands in his hand as he tried to understand what had happened. 

As far as he could remember, Dolores was excited from the moment she had found out she was pregnant, always smiling, suggesting names. Naming her after his late mother was Dolores idea. He didn’t understand, he was angry and upset. They were supposed to be a team, Winnie still needed to be breastfed and since he lacked a breast and milk, what was he supposed to do? Dolores didn’t even have it in mind to leave a couple of bottles of breastmilk before she left. He was completely and utterly alone. 

Suddenly the weight of work, bills, keeping a roof over their heads and being a brand new single father weighed heavily on his shoulders. 

He was still hoping Dolores would change her mind and come home. He needed her as much as Winnie did. A sickening feeling brewed in the pit of his stomach, something telling him he wouldn’t be seeing Dolores again. 

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Winnie’s cries echoed through the house. Bucky sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes as his legs swung over the side of the bed. Bucky sighed and checked the time, it was only 1:14 in the morning. He had only been asleep for two hours. 

Winnie’s night schedule has been this way since they brought her home. She didn’t necessarily need anything since Bucky soon learnt it was probably the company his daughter needed. 

Bucky slipped some sweatpants on and walked sluggishly to her bedroom down the hall. He peeked inside, the nightlights dancing around on the walls and ceiling. Her legs flailing in the air as her lungs screamed out an ear-piercing cry. Bucky walked in sighing and shushing her as he approached the cot. 

“Shh darling, it’s alright. Daddy’s here.” He bent down to pick her up and snuggled her into his chest, checking her diaper which was still dry. Bucky took a seat in the rocking chair in her room, positioning her head so it was right above his heartbeat. Her little cries quietened down and soon enough she was lulled back to sleep on her dad’s chest. “At least someone gets to sleep huh.” He chuckled quietly, his finger stroking her tiny head. “I don’t mind, I’m here for you sweetheart.” A stray tear runs down his cheek as he thinks about the uncertain future. 

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“Have you considered a live-in nanny?” Steve suggested over a coffee. He often visited Bucky and help out with Winnie if he needed to desperately get caught up on sleep.

“No, I haven’t. What is one of those?” He asked as he waited to warm the milk bottle up on the stove, not even realising he hasn’t lit the gas. “And don’t laugh Steve, even the word refrigerator has lost all meaning.”

“See? You’re not functioning. I didn’t wanna say anything but you haven’t even turned the stove on to warm the milk.” Steve cackled. “Your daddy is so silly Winnie.” Steve cooed as he bounced the baby in his arms. Bucky cursed under his breath and lit the gas ring on a gentle heat. “A live-in nanny is a nanny who lives in your home and helps you take care of Winnie. You have a spare bedroom and it’ll take the pressure off you and it’ll be great company. And you never know, you might end up in a fairytale and live happily ever after.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I’m never dating again, knowing my luck; we’d get married, have another baby and then she’ll do the same as Dolores and leave me with two kids instead of one.” Bucky groaned at the thought. 

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You don’t have to marry her Buck. Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. I know a really reliable girl who is desperately looking for a nanny job. She isn’t with an agency but she helped us with Grant.” 

“How much did she charge?” Bucky asked hesitantly. 

“$20 an hour. She worked 9AM-4PM and she had her own room with a bathroom and meals provided.”

“Sounds too good to be true, Steve.” Bucky was suspicious, why wasn’t this person registered with an agency? Did she have real qualifications or just learnt on the way?

“Not all nannies are with agencies, Buck. She’s genuine and I highly recommend her. She just finished another job two weeks ago and needs another. She has bills to pay too, you know.” Their conversation carried on as Steve explained what duties his nanny provided for his son and Winnie was happy to finally receive her milk.

Over the next couple of days, things didn’t become any easier. Bucky tried so hard to prove to Steve that he was coping, but it couldn’t be any further from the truth. He was reluctant to hire the nanny Steve had recommended because it was his way of surrendering and asking for help. But he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t get any sleep, he couldn’t work and quite frankly, he was closer to having a serious breakdown.

Bucky put Winnie down for her nap and pondered over Steve’s idea. A live-in nanny would certainly be helpful. He opened up google and started to research about their duties. Steve was right, this would take a lot of pressure off him. He was just a bit worried about having to pay the $140 a day since the money had to be tightened up right now in reserve for the bigger bills.

There was no harm in negotiating a little, right?

Bucky pulled his phone out and dialled Steve’s number. A couple of rings and Steve answered.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Hey, Steve. Can you put me in contact with the nanny you used?” 

“Absolutely. Just want you to know buddy, hiring the nanny doesn’t mean you’re weak and incapable. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Yikes well here it is! Please let me know what you think!! :)

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

After the Howlies helped get Becca out of the situation with Hank, where did she stay till she got her footing? Did she stay with Winifred or Bucky?

Howlin’ For You — Masterlist

She stayed with her mom, Winnie. Once she got back on her feet, she lived with friends for a while before getting comfortable with the idea of living alone. 

Becca was upset with Bucky and the way he handled it. Yeah, she was in an abusive relationship, but there was a part of her that still loved Hank. He abused her in a way that she completely lost all self-esteem. It was made her believe she had no choice but to stay. She accepted the love that she thought she deserved. 

So in her mind, Bucky drove away the man who loved her. 

Bucky knew he had to give her time. Actually Steve knew that and had to tell him. Bucky learned to understand that she needed time to find herself again. And until she did, he would just be the brother that almost beat her boyfriend to death and scared him away, leaving her all alone. 

Bucky and Rebecca’s relationship suffered a lot during this time. Becca didn’t know how to trust her brother anymore. And Bucky didn’t know how to be there for his baby sister without coming off like he knew what was best for her. 

Thankfully they found a resolution. But it took awhile to get there. 

[writing-mermaid]

Inspired by the video of Sebastian reading the book “I Love You to the Moon and Back”. 

“Please daddy, please”, Winnie shouts, jumping on her parents’ bed, while Bucky is putting Rebecca in her crib, “tell me a story.”

“Winnie, stop jumping and shouting, your little sister is sleeping”, Bucky answers, turning to his elderly daughter.

“It’s time for my bedtime story”, Winnie pouts, still jumping on the bed.

“Alright, alright”, Bucky gives up. “Come here”, he adds, grabbing the chestnut-haired little girl, who squeals when she feels herself being taken off the mattress.

  Bucky pushes the door of Winnie’s room, turns on the light, before sitting her down on her tiny bed.

  “So, what are we reading tonight ?”, Bucky questions his three years old daughter.

“Mommy bought this book today”, Winnie takes a book made of cardboard.

  I Love You to the Moon and Back, the title says.

  “A joyful celebration of the love between a parent and the special little person in his or her life”, Bucky reads at the back of the little blue book. “Let’s settle down young lady.”

  Winnie grabs her cuddly toy Pooh, and slides under the covers. Bucky sits next to his daughter, leaning his back against the headboard.

  “I love you to the moon and back”, he starts. “I love our time together as we start each happy day”, he starts, turning the first page, and showing Winnie the drawing of a daddy or a mommy polar bear, with their little one.

  Alpine enters the room at the moment Bucky turns the next page of the book. The white cat stretches before jumping on Winnie’s bed and lays next to the little girl. As soon as Winnie’s fingers start to scratch behind his ears, Alpine starts to purr.

  Little traitor, Bucky thinks, before continuing his reading. “I love our bath time silliness, the way we splash and play !”

“I love it too when we get silly, when it’s bath time and we splash all the water in the bathroom”, Winnie laughs and Bucky smiles to her.

“We’ll climb the highest mountaintops, hold tight and you won’t fall. I love to share the magic of the shining skies above”, he continues. “And to think of all the different ways that we can show our love… Like when we’re touching noses”, Bucky leans towards his daughter reading those words, touching her nose with his, and the tiny girl giggles. “Playing chase. Or seeing friends.”

“Like when I see Morgan and run after her and run after me, she’s my friend and we’re playing chase”, she states.

“Exactly”, Bucky answers.

“And you daddy, do you play chase when you see uncle Tony and uncle Steve and uncle Thor and auntie Nat ?”, Winnie innocently asks.

“Not really sweetie, we’re more like chasing the bad guys. Let’s go back to our story, would you ?”

  Winnie nods, and Bucky turns another page.

  “Our love is always with us and it never ever ends. So snuggle safely in my arms; our day is nearly done”, as said in the story, Winnie snuggles a little more in her father’s side, burying her little face in his chest, her hand still on Alpine’s head. “I love you to the moon and the stars, my precious little one”, Bucky ends the story, feeling that his little girl is falling asleep.

  He closes the book, puts it back on the nightstand and stands up before laying Winnie on her pillow and covers her with her blanket.

  “I love you to the moon and back daddy, and mommy too and Rebecca too”, Winnie says with a sleepy voice.

“I love you to the moon and back too, baby. Sleep tight”, he responds, kissing her forehead, watching her drifting to sleep, Alpine settling down on her stomach. “I suppose that you’re staying here ?”, he questions the cat, that just look at him, before putting his head on his paws.

  Bucky sighs, those two really get along. He turns off the lights, and slightly closes the door and checks if Rebecca is still asleep. On his way back down to the living room, where Y/N is waiting for him, he grabs a bottle of water and drinks half of it. When he reach the couch, it’s to find is wife watching some TV show.

  “How did it go ?”, she asks him.

“Very well”, he answers, sitting next to her. “Winnie made me read the book that you bought today. And she told me that she loved me to the moon and back. I should tell Tony that to be loved to the moon and back is better than being love three thousand”, he smiles at her. “She also said that she loves you and Becca to the moon and back. Thinking of it, I love you to the moon and back too.”

“And, I love you and our girls to the moon and back”, Y/N tells him, scooting closer to him, putting her head on his shoulder, his arm around hers.

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