im going the baby one r i g h t now bc I like it so much----Also this is a shit rant sry kids

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Steve was utterly pissed; pacing the apartment, it's exceptional space seeming suddenly too small. Nick and his damn secrets, he'd sent Bucky on a mission by himself. Rationally, he would be okay. The man could take down a room full of people without even flinching. Irrationally, that was his Bucky, who still was human and humans had weaknesses that people knew how to put to use.

Alas, he couldn't do jack shit, because Fury refused to tell him where the hell he'd sent his best friend.

A hard, sudden rapping on the door put Steve to attention. He lifted his shield easily from the table, approaching the door with a slight anxious feeling rising. He had no idea when Bucky was supposed to be back, so he had no idea what to expect. Shield in hand, he opened the door slowly.

There stood a man his height, dark hair draped around his face and dried blood everywhere he could see. Steve gulped, lowering the shield.

"Bucky?"

Bucky nodded, not saying a word and making his way into the apartment. Now he was closer, Steve could see a dark bundle in his arms. It was probably a pistol, or whatever Nick had wanted him to get. Steve naturally followed his friend to the kitchen, leaning against the wall as he quickly disarmed himself and placed knives (bloodied and not bloodied) on a towel.

A surprising change of habit, Bucky pulled milk out of the refrigerator, turning to the bundle that he had apparently left on the counter.

"Bucky?"

The man turned to him, blue eyes wide, as if he had forgotten he was there. "Oh, Steve, shit-sorry, I just... I brought something, one, home and it needs to be fed, um," Bucky motioned for Steve to wait a second, turning to the bundle and unwrapping it. Steve only saw a brief flash of soft, light skin before Bucky Barnes, former soldier, former assassin, was holding a goddamned baby in front of him.

"What the fu-" "Steve, look, it's hard to explain! Fury said that I had to retrieve something from a small Hydra base in Vancouver; I didn't know it was a-a baby!" Bucky exclaimed helplessly.

"What does Fury want with a baby?"

"They were experimenting on.." Bucky turned the baby around, peeked in its diaper, "her, and I couldn't just leave her there! I had a mission. Mission comes first," Bucky said sternly, bringing the baby close to him.

Steve, still not quite grasping this, experimentation on babies, for the love of God, reached and gently took the baby from Bucky. He remembered how to carry them, from when Bucky had handed him his little sister Becca when they had come home, him and his mom, eyes shining.

"You. Go take a fu- friggin shower first," he said, jabbing a finger at Bucky. "You're covered in blood, I don't want it on the baby," Steve told him, responding to the slightly offended look on his face.
Bucky rolled his eyes, before finally realizing that Steve was right, of course, and hiking up the stairs. He heard the shower running a few moments later, and nearly crumpled.

He flopped down on the couch, the reality of what just happened finally coming over him. He thoroughly examined the baby; there was a small, nearly faded scar on her thigh, and a bandaid on her arm from where they had, most likely, injected her with a needle. The disgust grew about tenfold every time he saw another mark on this poor, innocent little ball of chub that hadn't done a damned thing to the world.

The baby girl couldn't have been more than 6 months old; with dark, messy hair and vivid blue eyes that reminded him of Rebecca when she had first been born. Steve and the baby stared at each other for an awkward couple of moments; the baby's expression helplessly innocent, and Steve's somewhere along the line of confused/angered.

A door upstairs closed quietly. Bucky was out the shower. Steve could hear his light footsteps as he climbed down the stairs, pants already on. His dark, messy hair was still dripping down his shoulders. Steve gulped, looked back at the baby with a raised eyebrow.

"Get dressed, you jerk, there's a lady in our presence," he muttered, jabbing a finger at Barnes as soon as he was close enough. Bucky rolled his eyes, slapping Steve playfully in the back of his head, before retreating back to the kitchen to get the milk.

A thought occurred. "'Ey Buckleberry Finn, did you get some diapers for.. The baby?" Steve finally called, not knowing what to call her. Bucky's now mostly dry face appeared from behind the wall, a bag in hand.

"I think we could her Ребекка, but yeah, I did," he murmured, easily throwing the bag and Steve just as easily catching it. The name sounded like regular English, but the sharpness of some of the letters lead him to believe otherwise. It was a good name, though, and he was just as glad Bucky remembered enough about his little sister to know at least some of what she looked like.

"Alright. You ever get her that milk?"

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idk i just thought Bucky calling the baby after his sister would seem cool

Cheerio