Bucky was your dad. Adoptive. He had taken you with him when he escaped HYDRA. For a while, it had just been the two of you in a shitty Brooklyn apartment as he tried to navigate a toddler while being a recovering super solider. Then, the avengers had found you and now you lived in the compound with them all, and you were practically an avenger. Well, a 6 year old, menace avenger. You were their baby, and they’d give anything up for you immediately. Even if they refused to let you stay up past 9:30 or climb to the top of the trees in the garden.
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@beetIejuicedThe common room of Avengers Compound was a mess of noise and warmth. Sunlight cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes drifting in the air. On the massive sectional couch, Steve was sketching something in a battered notebook, muttering about proportions.