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💕+ Steve & Natasha + babysitting Clint's kids! Not sure I did it right! Congrats on the 300!! Bella Xx
Hey Bella! You did it right ☺️ Thank you so much for participating!
💕 Headcanon:
Steve is a natural with most things, but… his experience with children is limited.
So surprisingly, it’s Natasha who excels at babysitting Clint’s three little terrors, as she lovingly refers to them.
She’s always loved Clint’s kids as though they were her own– partially because it’s the closest she ever expected to get to having her own kids– and it shows.
Steve sees it in the way she dotes over them and plays games and and critiques their art. Sees it in the absolute love in her eyes, something that shines through so rarely.
She’s involved, not happy to just sit by and let them do their own things.
So Steve gets involved too, and it’s almost like they have their own little family.
It’s a feeling Steve never expected to have either– not for the past seventy years or so.
Natasha teaches Steve the ropes, and though he’s a little shaky on somethings, like making them the right amount of food or when to discipline them and when to let things go, he does take to it pretty easily.
There are little to no mishaps besides the destructing left in the wake of their nerf war and the Whipped Cream Incident, so all in all Steve labels it a success.
After the days over and Clint and Laura come home from their date night, the kids are exhausted but manage to stay awake long enough to wish “Aunt Nat” and “Uncle Steve” good night.
Nat’s used to the warm feeling that spreads in her chest at the moniker now, but Steve tears up.
On their way home that night, Steve tentatively brings up adoption in the future, and Nat surprises him by not immediately vetoing the idea.
“It’ll take some time,” she says, smiling sleepily at him from the passenger seat, “But I think that I’d like to be a mom.”
Steve doesn’t push her, knowing that they both have reasons to avoid parenthood, but he doesn’t fight the hope that springs in his chest at the thought either.
Summary: In which you and Bucky were happy and in love, to infinity and beyond.
Words: 2530
Warnings: Some fluff mixed with lots of angst, a bit of death and a side of gore
Author’s Note: This is for blackberrywidow’s 500 Writing Challenge. Congratulations, Abi! And sorry this is so late! The prompt is in bold.
Also, this isn’t a song fic or anything, despite the lyrics at the start. I felt like they kind of fit.
Masterlist
I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said I’ll never let you go,
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said don’t leave me here alone
But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight.
The soft light of sunrise was flooding your bedroom. The rays were bouncing off your bare skin turning it golden. Bucky smiled at the sight, his thumb ghosting the supple curve of your waist. You slowly turned over to face him, your eyes heavy.
“Morning.” You croaked softly, your throat still thick with sleep, a soft smile on your face. You cleared your throat. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours.
“Only two months, nearly-Mrs-Barnes.” He whispered. You giggled, kissing him softly.
“Is that so, Mr. Barnes?” You asked coyly. He hummed in response, rolling on top of you to kiss you deeply. After a moment, you pulled away.
“Honey,” You murmured, “We have to get up.” Bucky groaned. “I have to get some work done before Monday and you’ve got that important mission, remember?” He grumbled against your lips. “C’mon!” You laughed, rolling out from under him. “You’ve been planning and doing the recon for this for months, yeah?” You walked into the walk-in-robe, slipping on a dress before padding into the kitchen, Bucky following behind like a little lost puppy.
“But bed with you.” He whined, mock sighed as he reached for the kettle. You giggled, swatting his shoulder as you got out the mugs. It was cute, but you knew he was joking. He had been extremely invested in this mission for years. At the core of the operation was TYPHON, a destructive, and even more powerful, faux HYDRA. Years of planning and investigating, on-an-off reconnaissance, undercover assignments, the decoding of innumerable communications and threats by hundreds of agents from all over the globe had led up to today. The team was planning on storming the TYPHON headquarters to capture Kozlov, TYPHON’s insane leader, and his constituents, who were all conveniently in the same building for one day of the year. It was bigger than the biggest of big deals.
You and Bucky attempted to relax together before his mission, laughing, joking and watching T.V, all the while stealing kisses. But before long Steve was knocking on your door calling for Bucky, disturbing the domestic bliss that had settled in apartment. You screwed the lid tightly onto Bucky’s Thermos. You always made sure Bucky brought lunch with him for the Quinjet, you had learnt firsthand that the food on there was gross and he would be stuck on there for the better part of two days.
“Guess you better go now.” You handed him the leftovers, before pulling him down for a quick kiss. “You better come home safe and sound.” You patted his cheek affectionately.
“I always do.” He quipped, twirling you around. You giggled as he completed your little pre-mission ritual. “Love you to infinity and beyond.”
“Love you too, Buzz Lightyear.” And with a final kiss, Bucky left, punching Steve in the shoulder as pay-back for his rolled eyes at your small display of affection. You sighed, shaking your head with laughter as you reminisced the first time Bucky had said ‘to infinity and beyond’ to you.
You were snuggled under a blanket together on the couch watching Friends. You were helping Bucky catch up on pop culture, and for you Friendswas right at the top of the list. You had binge-watched the better part of season three before getting a bit preoccupied with each other. The blanket was trapping the warmth, making you feel like you were in a sauna. You were locked in a heated embrace with Bucky’s hands travelling up your shirt when he slowly pulled his lips away, breathing heavily. He took a moment to take you in, mussed hair, swollen lips, and all, with a suppressed smile as you gazed back at him.
“I love you.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you to infinity and beyond.” The live audience burst into laughter, as if cued.
“I love you too, Buzz Lightyear.” You whispered back, your voice brimming with laughter, as you placed a slow kiss on his lips, Bucky returned it in fervour, before pulling away a second later.
“Wait. Did you just call me ‘Buzz Lightyear?” He asked looking confused. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your laughter as you slowly nodded. “Who’s that? Or is it a modern-day saying?”
“No, no,” You laughed, “Buzz Lightyear is an astronaut-toy from Toy Story. ‘To infinity and beyond’ is his catchphrase.” Bucky laughed at his unwitting movie reference, one of his deep belly laughs that you loved to hear, as he rolled over so that your back was against the couch.
“Well, I love you to infinity and beyond.” He replied, bending his arms and lowering his face to continue your previous antics.
The soft light of sunrise was flooding your bedroom. The rays bouncing off of the glass from smashed picture frames, creating a pattern of harsh light throughout the room. The picture frame had been the first thing Bucky had gotten his hands on when he had gotten back to the apartment. Tears were spilling down his cheeks as he sat there in silence, shoulders shaking in his blood stained tactical gear. Every so often he would suddenly grab at the glass on the floor in rage, cutting his hand and piercing in the wall. He looked broken, hunched over on the floor, shards of glass protruding the wall in front of him, tears leaving tracks down his bloodied face. Bucky was broken. He let out a roar of rage as Steve walked through the doorway.
“Hey Buck.” He whispered, his heart breaking yet again for his best friend. Steve wanted to help, he wished he could just reach out and take all the pain away, but he knew there was no way to numb the excruciating pain. So Steve slowly walked around the room, picking up shards of glass, and sat next to Bucky in silence. Gradually his cries turned to sobs and sobs to hiccups as they sat in companionable silence. The sun fell from the sky as Steve sat there with his friend. ‘It’s not your fault, Buck’ becoming his mantra, as they watched the night sky, knowing that the shining stars marked the end of their first day without you.
The soft light of sunrise was flooding Steve’s living room. The tears tracking down Bucky’s face were reflecting the light as he twisted and turned on the couch, the blankets tangled between his legs.
“Bucky!” You sobbed in relief, crawling out from under your desk. “Bucky, you’re here!” He swept you up in his embrace, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
“Thank God you’re okay! When I heard there was a bomb…” He trailed off with a sob. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Bucky.” You pulled yourself from his embraced, stabilising yourself against his forearms. “Bucky, wake up!”
Bucky rolled over, now awake. He grunted at Steve, whose concerned face was standing over him, pitying him. Bucky knew what day it was, he knew Steve and the others did too.
“Steve, I’m fine.” He grunted, sitting up and untangling the blankets. Steve gave him the look. The look that told him how much his friends were worried about him, how much they all missed you, how much it broke Steve to see him this way.
“Buck,” Steve spoke softly, not wanting to upset his friend. “We’re here for you. All of us. We just want to help…you need us… especially today.”
“No,” Bucky grunted. “I need her.” And with that he lay back down, shoulders hunched and pulled a blanket over himself, eyes glistening. Steve sighed as he looked down at his grieving friend in despair. He knew somewhat what he was going through. He had lost the love of his life after being frozen in ice for seventy years and had watched his best friend plummet to his supposed death. But he was at a loss with how to comfort his friend.
“Buck,” Steve paused, “I’m going to come check on you in an hour, but if you need any of us, we’re going to be in the common room… just reminiscing. She was family.”
But Bucky stayed in bed all day. He cried when he heard the photographer ring the doorbell.
“Hello!” The cheery voice had called through the intercom. “I’m here to photograph the Barnes wedding.” He had cried when Natasha came to softly apologised. He cried when Tony sympathetically asked Bucky to join them for dinner, they were ordering your favourite, you know. He cried when he decided it was far time to get up and get ready. It was your wedding, after all. He cried as he showered, as he combed his hair back, the tears never stopping.
“I love you,” he whispered as dried his eyes. “I love you to infinity and beyond.”
Bucky’s eyes dampened at the sight of his teammates sitting about the room eating your favourite food, talking about you. Everyone fell silent as he entered. Bucky refused to let the tears fall, even as he sat next to Steve and started to talk about you.
“I remember how excited she was for today. We both were. She had made a little mood board to show the wedding planner. She kept reminding me that she wanted it to be ‘interest-worthy’.” Everyone but Steve chuckled at that. “We sat together all weekend picking all these little pictures of bouquets, cakes, party favours and table settings that she had coerced me into cutting out, listening to the playlist she made for me. That really long one that had music from even the late 40s and 50s. We spent all weekend doing that, even though she had that big presentation on Monday. When we met with the wedding planner the next day, she already had all these boards almost identical to the one we had made. We burst into laughter and just could not stop laughing, the lady looked at us like we were crazy…” Bucky trailed off, lost in thought remembering you that day, leaning on him with your head thrown back, eyes sparkling in the light as the two of you laughed and laughed and laughed.
The soft light of sunrise was flooding your bedroom. The rays bouncing off the plastic tubs placed haphazardly around Bucky. It had been nearly a year-and-a-half since you had died leaving a gaping hole behind. Bucky had been living back in your apartment for a year but had yet to touch any of your things. Your book was still open, spine-up, on the rocking chair, one of your fluffy slippers by the door with the other by the bed. A water bottle on your bedside table. A couple of used tissues on the floor from your middle-of-the-night sniffles. But today was the day. Today was the day he was going to sort through your belongings. He began methodically, opening your half of the wardrobe and pulling out the t-shirts, shorts, dresses, jeans and jumpers one-by-one to fold and put in the containers. He definitely didn’t stop to smell your favourite jumper, his jumper, that you had stolen the first time you had stayed the night. Nor did he sit and stroke the smooth fabric of your favourite dress. And he definitely didn’t burst into tears at the sight of the delicate top you had been wearing the first time you had met. When he moved into your bathroom, he absolutely did not spray your perfume and store it away in one of his drawers so he could sniff your scent again. Nor did he cry when he offered Nat and Wanda your jewellery collection so they could pick out the pieces they liked. You would have wanted them to have something from you. And everyone knew you had the cutest taste in jewellery. At the end of the tiring day, Bucky collapsed into your rocking chair, picking up your half-read book. He continued from your page, reaching into his pocket to feel your ring.
Tears were streaming down Bucky’s face as he pressed down on your stomach. His attempts to stem the blood flow from the small silver bullet lodged in your abdomen were proving to be futile. His hands were covered in your blood and he was kneeling in a pool of the sticky red substance. Feebly, you grabbed onto his hand.
“Hey.” You whispered gently, trying to keep your voice positive. “Stop fussing.” Bucky shook his head, teardrops running down his face in a constant stream. You smiled wistfully. “The medics will be here soon.” You were trying to be reassuring, but you both knew you weren’t going to make it, you were already immensely woozy from the blood loss. Your grip loosened.
“No! Don’t…” He choked on a sob, “don’t let go.” You doubled your grasped on his hand, it was taking almost all of your strength.
“Hey,” You murmured again, “I love you.” You smiled softly, looking at the man you loved breaking down in front of you in the fading twilight, your blood staining his hands. It broke your heart. “I love you.” Looking at him, you couldn’t help but imagine the life you could have had, shouldhave had until it was so violently ripped away from you. Bucky waiting for you at the end of aisle, your white gown flowing behind you as you walked towards him. You and Bucky attempting to put the cutest little baby to sleep, her eyes Bucky’s deep blue. Then you were spying on Bucky as he read your daughter a bedtime story, throughout which he was patiently answering all of her incessant questions, no matter how absurd. You smiled softly, almost believing that you was safe and sound playing house with Bucky.
“I’m so sorry,” Bucky whispered, trailing off, pulling you out of your head. You wished you were going to be okay, wished you could sit up and comfort him, wished you could convince him that it wasn’t his fault. You knew what he was like.
“No, honey, it’s not your fault. I promise.” You tried to speak with conviction, but you couldn’t muster enough energy. Your vision was already blurring. “Remember that, okay?” You whispered hoarsely. Bucky shook his head.
“No,” he mumbled. Your grip loosened. “No.” You took him in as your eyes grew heavy, your grip weakening. You wanted Bucky to be the last thing you saw.
“I love you…” You could barely utter the words as your hand started to slip from his grip. “To infinity and…” You took a laboured breath, if only you could hold on for one more second… but just as you opened your mouth, the word on your lips, your hand fell from his, eyes falling blank in the soft twilight sky.
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ok, a bit of a late update, but captain marvel was AMAZING! like, so, so, so, good! it was so funny and cute and i just absolutely LOVED it! i was a bit apprehensive going in, but within the first 10 minutes i was super into it! i left feeling like really inspired?? idk, it was a weird feeling. anyways, the movie was amazing, like 100/10 would recommend. they also had the most cutest and most sweetest tribute to stan lee at the start!
So, I have exams starting on Monday that will go for two weeks. To limit the distraction that is tumblr, I will be logging off for the next two weeks. Hopefully. Let’s see how strong my resolve is.
Anyways, my queue will still be going but no fic recs, original posts, asks, messaging or any of that stuff for a bit!
