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Liam had stopped crying by the time they hit the edge of the Park, but he still wouldn't walk on his own.

So Bucky sighed and tightened his grip and walked back to the Tower.

"Uncle Bucky," Liam mumbled, resting his head against Bucky's shoulder and holding a piece of Bucky's hair in his little fist.

"Yeah, pal?" Bucky jogged across the street to beat the light.

"My face still hurts," he whined, burying his face in Bucky's neck.

"I know. But it'll feel better soon, promise," Bucky nudged the door to the Tower open with his shoulder.

"Hey!" Liam said, voice rising above a mumble for the first time since they left the Park, "It's Aunt Maria! Aunt Maria!"

Bucky frowned as Liam shouted Maria Hill's name right in his ear.

"Hi, Liam," Maria finished talking to the security guard and walked over.

Liam leaned halfway out of Bucky's arms and held his hands out to Maria. She grinned and lifted him onto her hip.

"Liam! What happened to your face?" she gasped, tilting his chin so she could look at the cuts and bruises.

"I fell," Liam said very seriously, hugging Maria's neck and looking for sympathy.

Bucky snorted, "Why don't you tell the real story?"

Maria looked from Liam to Bucky, "Real story?"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, he jumped from the swing."

Maria laughed and squeezed Liam's sides, "Is that true, little man?"

"I just wanted to fly like Uncle Sam," Liam wailed, smacking Maria's shoulder with his fist.

Bucky grabbed him back, "Hey, apologize to Aunt Maria. We don't hit."

Liam cast his eyes downward, "Sorry, Aunt Maria."

Maria smiled and brushed her hand over Liam's dark blond hair, "It's okay, buddy."

Over Liam's head she mouthed, "I think he needs a nap," to Bucky.

Bucky nodded, he had been thinking the same thing.

After Maria promised Liam she would come up for dinner with them, she headed back to the security offices and Bucky brought Liam upstairs.

"Okay, pal. We should get your face cleaned off," Bucky placed Liam on the couch.

With a yawn, Liam nodded and curled up into a little ball.

Bucky frowned, he hasn't seen the kid this tired ever. He really hoped he didn't have a concussion.

"Look up," Bucky held Liam's chin and started to wipe at the dried blood. Liam's eyes followed the movement of his hand, reassuring Bucky that there was no concussion.

"That hurts," Liam moaned, kicking his foot out, probably hoping to kick Bucky.

"Sorry, kid. I'm done," Bucky held up the paper towel as proof.

Bucky moved to the kitchen and tossed the dirty towel.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah," Liam sighed, turning the TV on and flipping to a cartoon station, "Can I have peabutter and fluff?"

"Peanut butter and fluff, I can do that," Bucky said, gathering the ingredients.

Five minutes later he had two sandwiches made and was carrying them into the living room.

"Liam, buddy, lunch," Bucky handed Liam the plate, and sat on the couch next to him

"This is pretty good," Liam mumbled around a mouthful of peanut butter and fluff.

"Glad you like it," Bucky chewed on the sticky sandwich and swallowed thickly, "Do you want some milk?"

Liam nodded, head resting on his fist.

Bucky knew the kid would be out soon, he didnâ t realize that Liam would be out by the time he came back from the kitchen.

"Kid, here's your-" Bucky grinned at the sight of Liam, spread-eagle on the couch, one hand dangling off the edge, drooling, foot dangerously close to the leftover peanut butter and fluff sandwich.

Bucky picked up the plate, and tossed a blanket over Liam's back.

"See ya in an hour, pal," he muttered, smiling at the way Liam's nose twitched in his sleep.

Bucky was at a little bit of a loss as to what to do while Liam napped.

There was no life or death matter for him to get into.

It was quiet without Liam chattering or bouncing on furniture or stumbling over his own feet.

Bucky realized that his own floor in the Tower must have been this quiet when he was down there. But now it just felt weird.

It was almost too quiet.

"JARVIS?" Bucky asked quietly.

"Yes, sir?"

"Could you put Steve on the phone?" Bucky could have very easily pulled out his phone and called Steve on his own, but he wanted to talk to someone.

"Certainly, sir. Would you like voice only or picture as well?"

"Uh, video," Bucky dropped to the couch and watched as the TV turned on and displayed Steve's name.

The side of Steve's face filled the screen, "Kit, babe, it's Bucky. Give me a minute."

Steve turned his head so he was looking at the camera full-on, "Hey, Buck. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. Just..." Bucky paused and let a smile spread on his face, "Congratulations."

Steve frowned, "Making fun of me for being stuck in New Haven? That's mean, old man."

Bucky snorted, "I was talking about the new baby."

Steve couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, even though his forehead crinkled in confusion, "How'd you know about that?"

"The kid may be taking punching lesions from Natasha, but he sure as hell isn't taking secret keeping lessons from her," Bucky smiled.

"I knew we should've waited to tell Liam," Steve shook his head, "Kit wanted him to know."

"He's pretty hysterical over it. Thinks she's gonna poop it out," Bucky chuckled at the memory of Liam's giggle fit.

Steve groaned, "God, I'm gonna have to explain some of that, aren't I?"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah. How's Katherine?"

Steve grimaced, "She's seen better days. Spent the morning hugging the toilet. And all the hormones have her going haywire."

Bucky noticed the dark circles under Steve's eyes. His best friend looked like hell.

"You up all night with her?" Bucky asked.

Steve nodded, "Yeah. Crying, vomiting, talking. It's been a long day so far. How's Liam?"

"Good, napping," Bucky paused, contemplating if he should mention the kid's face dive into the sand, "He did have a minor incident at the Park today."

Steve raised an eyebrow, "How minor?"

"Took a flying jump off of a moving swing, minor," Bucky said, a small smile tilting the corner of his lips.

Steve groaned, "I told him to stop imitating Sam and Thor. Is he hurt?"

Bucky shook his head, "Nah, coupla scrapes on his face, a deeper cut on his chin. But it's already healing."

"Good," Steve said, "He's napping, right? Kit and I can't talk to him?"

"I'll call back when he gets up, if you want," Bucky tilted his head, trying to see if he could hear Liam.

Steve shook his head, "It's okay. I'm actually pretty surprised that he hasn't melted down. We've never been away from him this long."

Bucky grinned smugly, "I'm just that awesome."

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling, "If he asks for us, then call. But if not, don't bother. I don't want him freaking out on you."

Bucky nodded, "Sure. How's everything up there?"

Steve was about to answer, but Kit's voice interrupted, "Steve? Do we have any more ginger ale? I think I'm going to-"

"Shit," Steve jumped up, shaking the phone's screen, "Buck? I gotta go, talk to you later."

The image on screen bounced around for a few minutes and Bucky could hear Kit crying before it cut to black.

Bucky did not envy his best friend in that moment.

But, Bucky thought, when it came to the sleeping toddler in the other room? Maybe he was a little jealous of Steve.