It was a sight to behold.

Bucky lay on the couch asleep with his five-month-old son laying on his chest sleeping, his metal hand protectively covering Jamie's back.

Anna's breath hitched.

She had been cleaning up in the kitchen they shared with the other residents of Stark Tower after lunch and Bucky had insisted on taking Jamie.

"Who would have imagined a big bad assassin with a baby?" Natasha softly said, standing next to her.

Anna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She was still getting accustomed to the Russian agent and her straightforwardness. She did find that she admired the fact Natasha had no trouble holding her own in a room full of enhanced testosterone.

She also was fascinated that Natasha and Clint were polar opposites and yet their relationship worked. Pepper had mentioned in passing that the two were actually trying to have children but that Natasha had already had a couple of miscarriages.

Anna truly hoped they would be blessed with kids one day; Clint was so good with them and had been quite the parental mentor to Bucky.

She remembered the first time she came home from shopping with Pepper to find Clint showing Bucky and Steve collectively how to change Jamie's diaper.

It was a story that would live on in infamy.

Steve and Bucky had been relaxing in the common area watching TV. Jamie woke up from napping on Steve's shoulder and proceeded to dump in his diaper. That was followed by a smell that shocked both men who couldn't believe such a little baby could stink so bad.

At this point neither had been present when Anna changed Jamie's diaper so they were completely clueless of what to do to rectify the situation.

Before Bucky could go into full-blown panic mode, Clint happened to wander into the room. He calmly took Jamie from Steve, soothingly talking to the youngster who sensed his father's and uncle's unease, and led the men back to Bucky's quarters.

Bucky showed them the nursery but seemed lost as to where anything might be or what they might need. Again, Clint still cradling Jamie zoned in on the diapers and wipes and calmly instructed the men what to do.

Steve immediately caught on, but Bucky, who was still struggling with how to carefully handle such a tiny human, just watched.

He had learned how to correctly hold his son shortly after the boy's birth. Anna eventually convinced him to feed Jamie a bottle from time to time, but he always made her burp Jamie.

Bucky was truly terrified he might break the newborn if he tried to burp him, change his diaper, put clothes on him, or even bathe him. He willingly let the other Avengers carry his son around when Anna was busy or wasn't around.

They had decided she would stop working at the VA center after Jamie was born, but she had remained on call to assist in special cases when needed.

Staring at Bucky and Jamie on the couch, Anna was moved by how far her husband had come in just three months. With Steve and Clint's subtle encouragement, he had finally overcome his fear of injuring Jamie.

Natasha left as stealthily as she had appeared. Anna debated whether to stay or return their quarters when Bucky turned his head and sleepily peered at her with a slight smile.

"Hey," she whispered, coming to his side and gently caressing her son's dark wispy haired head.

"Didn't mean to fall asleep," Bucky murmured.

She smiled at him. He had been getting up in the middle of the night with Jamie to let her sleep; he claimed he'd be up anyway. His nightmares were far and few between these days but he still didn't sleep as well as she would have liked.

"You obviously needed it and Jamie looks pretty comfortable," Anna reassured him.

If the couch had been any wider, Anna would have gladly laid down alongside Bucky and napped with them.

Bucky sat up, readjusting Jamie against his shoulder and then standing up. Anna followed him to their quarters.

Jamie momentarily whimpered at the loss of his father's heat when Bucky laid him in the crib but quickly returned to his peaceful slumber after his father lightly rubbed his back.

Anna's breath hitched for the second time that afternoon.

It never ceased to amaze her how capable Bucky was of being tender when he wanted to be.

When Bucky turned around, his eyes were still hooded from his nap, but it didn't escape Anna's attention the lust she spotted there, too.

While she was pregnant with Jamie, he had been somewhat reluctant to have sex with her, afraid he'd hurt her or their unborn son. But as soon as she'd been cleared by the doctor weeks after Jamie's birth, his passion for her had resumed in full force.

"I'm guessing you're done with your nap?" Anna kidded him when he crowded her space.

Bucky gave her a feral grin as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I think I'm wide awake," he suggestively said, pulling her hips tight against his.

Anna giggled and then muffled her laughter in his neck when he swept her off her feet and carried her to their bedroom.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please drop a review with your thoughts about these one-shots about Bucky and Anna. More to come!