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The two words had barely left her mouth when Steve was turning onto his back and sitting up too, Y/N huffing at him and beginning to stir in the middle of the two men. "You didn't tell me that, Sweetheart." The Captain wouldn't have sent his daughter around the kingsized bed to wake Bucky up if he had known. He was prepared to get up and clean whatever was necessary. However, Bucky shook his head and mumbled for him to stay with their partner.

"I got it," Bucky held his daughter to him as he got up, padding over to the bathroom adjoining their room and flicking on the light - growling lightly as he was blinded momentarily, though he still managed to sit her on the counter by the sink. "Okay, what have we got here?" He looked at her PJs, which were fortunately clean and then pressed the backs of his fingers to her forehead, "No fever, that's good. Does your tummy hurt?" She shook her head, her little chestnut baby curls bouncing with her movement, "Hmm, probably all that candy Uncle Sam gave you last night. Should have made you run around the block to get rid of all that energy." The other man spoiled her too much, and he had let the toddler eat half her weight in sweets; not ideal for someone with serum mixed into their DNA. She was a little faster than kids her age; her muscles and bones had been strong enough for her to start walking much sooner than most. She was stronger too, yet the toddler still lacked the dexterity and coordination of an older kid - sure, she could take the lid off a jar, but she was probably going to drop it on Bucky's feet a second later.

He ran his hand through his hair and tried to make himself a little more alert in case he missed something. It was likely just too much energy in her little body; he needed to talk to Steve about fixing that minor issue before she exploded or something. Bucky's hands rested either side of her, his eyes squinting as he examined her more thoroughly, "Do you need anything?"

Her blue eyes were bright and alert, she wasn't clammy, she didn't look ill, and she was pouting at him with her perfect little lips as her hands reached out with a grabbing motion. "Cuddle!"

A half-smile formed on Bucky's face, and he pulled her back into his arms, the vibranium holding her to him whilst his right hand tried to straighten out the bedhair she had, "You feel better now?" She nodded, completely unaware of how Bucky grinned as her tiny fingers wrapped around the chain of his dog tags, and her cheek rested on his bare collarbone. "Can Papa go back to sleep? Daddy can clean up the mess later, but you can stay with me in bed."

It was the least Steve could do.

"Papa?" Came her little voice from under his chin.

"Hmm?" The man lifted the covers and got into the cooling spot he had occupied moments before; Y/N had rolled onto her side and was half awake as she waited for them, leaning over to kiss her child's head once she was settled on Bucky's chest. "What's wrong, Babygirl?"

"Love you."

A small breath left him, her words pushing out all of his oxygen to replace it with love and adoration. His arms wrapped around her, and he rolled to his side, his back to the other two people in their relationship; his legs came up so he could cocoon the little girl to him. There was no physical way to describe how happy he was, how complete and perfect life was at that moment. "I love you too. So, so much."

Y/N laughed at him as he created a barrier around the toddler, she wasn't going to get anywhere near for her own cuddles, and she felt Steve frown as his chin sat on her shoulder. "He's so selfish...."

"Get your own baby. This one is mine." Came Bucky's response - followed by girlish giggling as he kissed her cheeks and tickled her with his stubble.

Steve paused, his head tilting into Y/N's neck to press his mouth there, "Now, there's an idea..."

"Steve?" Y/N's voice was a little higher than usual, and her eyes widened as she pulled away from Steve enough to look him in the eye. "Are you saying what I think you are?" It hadn't been the first time the man had talked about another child; she didn't think he was even aware how often he brought it up, but he always dropped it just as quickly. As their daughter grew, now approaching two and a half years old, Steve became a little nostalgic of her newborn days.

He adored his daughter, he loved her with all two hundred and sixty pounds of his body, and even that didn't seem to quantify it. Steve had taken a strange kind of joy in being woken up by a crying baby; he never complained when his daughter spit up on him or needed changing - the Captain had delivered a televised speech with baby spew down his best suit without so much as a sigh. Steve cherished every milestone the toddler reached, from first smiles, first words, first steps, to first tantrums in a public setting.

But he missed having a baby to take care of.

Of course, Bucky had been just as gracious in less glamorous parts of raising a baby, but he was in his element with a toddler that may or may not have cussed out another kid at the park - thank you very much, James Buchanan Barnes and your lack of child-friendly filter.

"... I just... I like the thought of a big family. I know chances are almost non-existent and what I have now is more than enough, but - I just... It wouldn't hurt to try?" He trailed off, voice getting quieter and small toward the end.

She felt Steve's arm around her middle begin to slip away and caught it, leaning in to kiss his cheek, "It wouldn't hurt to try, Steve. Besides, I know Bucky misses the bump."

"Darlin'," Bucky tilted his head back to shoot her an incredulous look, "Don't say the 'B-word' when I'm holding the baby." He already felt riled up just remembering Y/N round and swollen - now was not the time. Not when their child was tracing the golden lines of his arm.

"Not a baby!" She piped up, mostly unaware of what they were talking about.

Steve reached over Y/N toward her, but Bucky reinforced his 'cocoon' and made it impossible for the other man, "Get your own, Stevie."

"Fine." He huffed fondly, "I will."

-

Sam grinned as he had his redwing drones fly just above and around the little girl, she could never quite catch them, and when he did have them hover near, she would pat them gently like they were alive. "Are you sure you don't mind taking her for the week, Sam? We really don't mind - it's not like it's a mission or anything." Y/N handed him the small suitcase with her daughter's things and glanced back at Bucky and Steve as they fussed over her. "You'd really save my ass if you say no."

"Don't think it's your ass you gotta worry about." Sam snorted when she punched him in the arm and felt her cheeks heat up. "Listen, you concentrate on baby stuff. I'll concentrate on teaching your little girl how to be a real hero - get all that super soldier nonsense out her head and get her eyes on the sky."

"No flying, Sam!" Bucky called over with a pointed finger, "Her precious, little feet stay on the ground!" Which sounded a little rich from the man when he had his child sat on his shoulder so that she could try to catch redwing.

Sam rolled his eyes at that, "'Precious, little feet...' Please, she could assassinate congress, and those two would say she didn't - even if they witnessed it." He crouched down when the toddler finally half ran, half waddled over to him and grabbed his leg, "Hey, little birdie, you looking forward to staying with Uncle sam?"

"Uh-huh! And TT Sarah! And Cas! And AJ! And Mr J and - and-!"

The Falcon picked her up before she ran out of breath naming every person in Delacroix. "Okay, okay. Wow, you're hyper - which one of your Dads gave you sugar, huh?"

"Papa."