fiveyearmission said: Steve/Bucky, kidfic. :)
"Shiiiiiny," the little girl says, before attaching herself to Bucky’s arm like a barnacle.
"Uh," Steve says, watching as she slaps one tiny palm against Bucky’s forearm, giggling every time she makes contact. She’s holding onto him with her other arm with such force that when he starts to raise his arm up her toes skim the ground. He lowers it immediately and she plops down again, which only makes her giggle more. Bucky, for his part, looks like he’s about to have a seizure.
"Where’s your mother?" Steve asks. "Or, um, your father. I guess. Given the — day and age —"
"Pick me up with it," the girl says, tugging on Bucky’s arm again. That’s what Steve thinks she says, anyway; it sounds more like "pimmeupwittit," so it’s hard to tell. She’s missing a few critical teeth. Bucky just stares down at her as though she is speaking a foreign language, or perhaps visiting from another planet.
"Come onnnnn," she says, and Bucky’s fingers clench reflexively, making a squeaking noise as they make a fist. She gazes at them, rapt, before letting out a stream of high-pitched noises that may or may not signify anything in particular aside from delight, and reaching out her tiny little hand to poke at Bucky’s closed fist.
"Steve," Bucky says hoarsely, without turning his terrified gaze away from the toddler at his feet. He hasn’t said anything in three days, Steve thinks somewhat hysterically, so that’s something, anyway.