#cutebucky

^^^^^^ALL OF THIS

“Like father, like son.”

She didn’t have to be a telepath to know he was starting to panic. He cared so much that when he finally got the courage to help out, he refused to ask for help himself. She stayed away, just in case this would have happened. Smiling softly to herself, she rose from the small double bed and made her way down the short hallway to where her husband of 2 years stood, holding their 2 week old son.

Y/N stood at the door way, watching as Bucky tried his hardest not to panic and lull JJ back to sleep. She had gone to get up but Bucky told her he had to get use to helping out with their son. Thankful, Y/N lay back down as he went to check on JJ, but she knew to stay awake and alert just in case he got too distressed and started to relive nightmares.

“James?” She spoke softly from the door. “Is he ok?”

“Um... y-yeah.” He turned around, his eyes wide and slightly wild.

“Would you like me to take him?” She stepped forward

“No. I have to learn how to do this.” He said stubbornly.

“Ok. It’s fine.” She said not pushing it. “Did you check if he was hungry or needed to be changed?”

“Yes” He looked at her.

“Ok. How about we take him for a drive? Maybe it’ll put him to sleep.” She offered, grabbing a warm blanket to wrap their son in.

She put the blanket down on the changing table, allowing Bucky to carefully mauver their son into the blanket. Y/N could tell how careful Bucky was being with JJ, he treated him like the most fragile piece of glass, and it was exactly how he treated her when they first started to get serious.

Pulling on something to keep warm, Y/N and Bucky walked out, locking their 2 bedroom apartment and going down to their car. Y/N allowed Bucky to strap JJ in as she got into the driver’s seat and Bucky sat with JJ. Turning on the car, Y/N put on soft music to fill the air as Bucky stroked his sons head; touching the warmth and innocence he thought he’d never be blessed with after everything he’d done as the Winter Soldier.

Driving in the peaceful silence on open roads calmed JJ down quite quickly. He had fallen quiet after about 20 minutes on the road and by asleep straight after. For about an hour and a half, just to be sure, Y/N drove around the streets of New York.

When she finally parked her car to go back up to their tiny shoebox home, the sun had started to rise. Turning in her seat she almost laughed at the picture before her. Her son and her husband were both peacefully asleep, looking so innocent and calm in the safe confines of their little bliss. Bucky’s hand was sitting on JJ stomach, almost like he was holding him down to make sure nothing were to happen to him, Y/N realised that Bucky will sleep with his flesh hand flat against her stomach, making sure she’s still there and never get hurt. It’s his way of keeping his control of the things he loves.

JJ had a firm hold of his father’s pinkie finger in his left hand, and Y/N couldn’t help the smile to stretch across her face. Moving cars had always made Bucky calm, the constant motion would make Bucky feel less vulnerable. It would seem it worked on JJ just as well.

“Like father, like son.” Y/N whispered as she sat and watched the rest of the sunrise, letting her husband and son wake on their own.