#bucky x male reader
Remember Me (IX)
WC:1k words
Warnings:Fluff, comfort, sweet stuff.
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Bucky felt really guilty hiding things from you, but still pushed the feeling away as he started the process of his retirement, as a surprise for you.
All you ever said was that you wanted him to be happy, and now he knew that only one thing would make him happy: to retire and build up a new life with you.
It would take a total of six months to get everything done and in place. Last week, he had picked up some houses for you two to visit, and the first was a farm that was out for sale when its owner decided to move out.
Right now, he was driving you down there, after pointing out to everyone how this was a surprise, and that you shouldn’t be told that this was a visit with a buying intention.
If you liked the place, that he was going to give you that farm.
“You know that you can just tell me where we are going, right?” you looked at him as Bucky drove. “I’ll find out eventually, why not just say it?”
Bucky shook his head, trying not to smile.
“It’s my first day off in weeks,” he reminded you. “I’m supposed to be able to surprise you every once in a while.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, though smiling.
“Fine,” you chuckled. “Surprise me, then.”
He smiled as he drove into the farm, and watched with excitement as you slowly realised where you two were about to go.
“Bucky, is that a farm?” you turned to him. “Are we visiting a farm?”
“Yep,” he smiled.
You smiled largely, turning to him with a very excited look on your face.
“I always wanted to visit a farm!” you told him, elated, reaching for his hand and squeezing it, nearly jumping on your spot. “Bucky!”
“I know,” he grinned, kissing your knuckles.
“Do they have fruit?” you asked, smiling even more. “I always wanted to pick fruit, I always want to have a… uh… You what a hortais?” you asked, slipping into Portuguese.
Horta.
He knew that word, right? You’d been teaching him Portuguese, and it was a bit like Romanian.
But wasn’t that a blood vessel? A horta?
“With the vegetables,” you added. “Planted on the ground.”
Bucky just blinked, confused.
“Like a garden, but for vegetables,” you added.
“Oh,” he mumbled.
That was it?
“A vegetable garden,” he told you.
Your smile fell for a moment, and you frowned, grimacing a little.
“English is so boring,” you shook your head.
He snorted, used to the little comment by now. You had spent so many years speaking Portuguese that English was almost new to you, considering you had had your memory erased by Hydra many, many times.
“Well, they do,” he told you. “And a strawberry field.”
Your eyes sparkled. Oh, yes, Bucky knew you always wanted to see a strawberry field.
“Can we pick them out?” you asked, eager.
“As a matter of fact, yes, we can,” he told you, still squeezing your hand.
“Amazing!” you smiled more, and looked over the road. “Are we there yet?”
He laughed at your excitement.
“In a minute.”
You squeezed his hand more, and waited silently, walking out of the car with the biggest of grins and grabbing his hand right back when Bucky moved to your side.
“Come on,” you pulled him. “I wanna see the strawberry fields!”
Bucky let you drag him into the farm, and the employees explained everything as you squeezed him and smiled largely along, squeezing his arm when you two got to the field.
“I always wanted to go to a place like this,” you whispered when you were finally alone.
He chuckled, a little lost. Bucky was a city boy through and through; he had never had any experience with farms or whatever, but this was a big dream for you, and he would love to live like this with you: have a nice time in a farm, have some chickens, and your own little hortaand fruit garden.
Bucky looked in your direction, and stopped, a little surprised, when he realised you were nearly crying.
“Honey?” he whispered.
You nodded slowly.
“I always wanted to come to a place like this,” you told him, looking forward, and watching the place. “Thank you.”
Bucky smiled, raising your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles.
“If you like it, we can come here more often,” he offered. “Maybe once a month?”
“Oh, we would come every single week if I could,” you told him, grinning, look so damn happy he had to hold back from telling you the truth, that this was to be your home. “Oh, we could bring the twins. They would love this…”
A glimpse of something new crossed your face, and you looked at him, a little hesitant, making your boyfriend stop and try to understand it.
“What is it?” Bucky asked after a few seconds.
“I wish we could bring our kids here,” you whispered softly, sounding so hopeful and with a lovely look on your face and some pink blush over your cheeks. “When-…”
You interrupted yourself, and your eyes widened as you looked at him, a little cared.
“If,” you corrected your own words.
Bucky shook his head. No, not if.
“When,” he told you, repeating your first words. “When we have them.”
Your beautiful lips curled in a happy smile, and you turned forward again, looking more hopeful and happy now.
“When we have them,” you continued. “I want to bring them here.”
Bucky smiled.
He could raise your kids here, a bunch of little rascals who looked like both you and him, who would run around with sunscreen all over their faces because you would worry about the going in the sun, and clothes that would be most likely always dirty because they would always be in contact with nature and dirt.
And they would be so happy, healthy and well-fed, because you two would be careful fathers, and would make sure they were always healthy.
“We will,” he assured you, and tugged on your hand. “Come. Let’s see the strawberries.”
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… .
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Remember Me (VIII)
WC:1k words
Warnings:Fluff, comfort, sweet stuff, babies.
A/N: The reader-character in this story is a male character who uses he/they pronouns.
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Remember Me - Masterlist
Billy, it seemed, really liked Bucky.
Right after you had finished preparing his bottle, Tommy had woken up very - very - hungry, and you had given the first twin for him to hold as you walked to the latter’s crib, and the baby in his arms refused to let you pick him up after that, which meant Bucky was tasked with feeding him.
His heart was beating so fast that he didn’t even know if it was normal or possible. Half the time, he thought little Billy was going to choke on the warm milk, but whenever he tried to correct his posture, the boy just gripped the bottle and continued sucking, in a nearly infinite hunger.
When the bottle was dry and his stomach full, you stepped closer to the two with Tommy in your arms.
“Rest him over your chest and shoulder like this,” you instructed carefully, showing how you had the baby against your chest, with his head a little over your shoulder and a little cloth protecting your skin. “And give his back a few taps.”
Taps?
He was supposed to hit him on the back? How was that even wise?!
“What?” he asked.
“He needs to burp,” you pointed out. “Or he’ll be gassy. And you don’t want that baby to be gassy.”
Bucky’s eyes widened, and he fumbled with Billy, trying to be careful with him as he held him, using his metal arm to safely secure him and tapping his back with his right hand, as softly as possible.
“It’s okay,” you told him. “You can be a little firmer.”
He looked back up at you, and held his breath when you secured Tommy against you with a single arm, coving his hand with yours and showing how he was supposed to be tapping on Billy’s back.
“There you go,” you smiled.
Bucky nodded, hesitant, and released a breath when he felt the little boy burping over his shoulder.
“Oh, good,” he sighed.
When he looked up at you, however, you were staring at him with shock on your face. .
“I’ll get you a new shirt,” you told him, walking away with the little boy.
Before Bucky could ask what was wrong, he felt it. The wet goo, dripping down his metal arm, very warm.
“What is this?” he asked, wide-eyed.
“Baby puke,” you said in a confessional tone, bringing him another shirt. “I didn’t know you hadn’t been around babies before.”
Bucky exhaled, watching you put Tommy in a space that really just looked like a baby jail and walking to him, taking a fussy Billy away from his arms.
“I have,” he confessed, taking off his shirt. “But just my younger sister, Rebecca. It’s been a while.”
The little smile on your face disappeared, and he looked away. He missed Rebecca very much. The last he heard, she was already dead, but her children were alive, and it still pained him that he couldn’t have said goodbye.
Billy struggled in your arms, reaching for Bucky and whining, and he picked the little baby up again.
“It’s okay,” he rubbed the little boy’s back. “I’m here, Billy.”
You moved back to pick Tommy up, and Bucky was left staring at the brown-eyed little boy in his arms. He looked a lot like Wanda, now he was looking at him with attention. He had her eyes and her cheeks.
Bucky stopped and looked at you enchanted as he watched you tickle Tommy very gently, making soft cooing sounds and grinning excitedly when he giggled at you.
“Do you want to go out to the park?” you suggested, turning to him. “In half an hour, maybe?”
He nodded, still a little awed.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Of course.”
“Let’s just wait until a little for them to do their business,” you caressed. “Then we can change them and have a little walk.”
Fifteen minutes later, Bucky was showering after a little mishap with changing the babies, and watched as you held Billy in your arms, watching Tommy in his stroller.
“He doesn’t want to get in the pram,” you told him.
Bucky frowned, picking Billy up again.
“Pram?” he repeated.
You thought with yourself for a second.
“Stroller,” you corrected yourself.
He nodded, and held Billy gently.
“I guess he wants to be held,” he remarked.
You just smiled and pushed the wheeled little cart away, and he followed after you, still holding Billy in his arm.
It was a nice feeling, to have that kid in his arms and wanting him, wanting to be around him.
Sure, Billy and his twin brother were Wanda and Vision’s son, not his. He was just their uncle and neighbour.
But… it would be nice, right? To have his own kids, to raise his own little family with you. His own kiddo to puke a little bit of milk on his shirt after a feeding, to giggle as he tickled them, to give their first steps in his direction… It would be nice to be a father.
Once again, he looked at the brown-eyed boy in his arms, protected from the sun with a soft hat. The Maximoff twins were the children of two powerful parents and needed special treatment. It was unlikely that they were going to have an average existence. They would probably have their powers showing soon, and who could predict how extraordinary they would be.
Sure, you and Bucky had some serum that made you two stronger than usual, but this was it. Your biological children wouldn’t need an extra eye on them, they wouldn’t need to be trained or anything, no. If you two decided to adopt, then they would be like any other children.
Regardless, what they needed was a safe place, a home to grow, a place they could run and scrape their knees and elbows. They would get dirt on their clothes and a dog, and parents who would let them slip into their bed when the rain was too loud and scared them.
They would need two dads who were guaranteed to be stably at home with them, not on crazy missions across the world.
If Bucky wanted that, then he would need to retire.
… .
… .
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