The next couple of weeks were nothing out of the ordinary. Bucky still automatically woke up at three every night, but Clint either didn't wake up or he was quieted down nearly as soon as the crying had started and so that was fine. Steve hadn't needed his help again, in fact, Bucky hadn't seen Steve even once since the morning after Bucky had helped him. Sure they had never met before that night, but Bucky really wanted to see Steve again and he was getting the impression that Steve didn't feel the same.

This being said, Bucky was understandably surprised to come home one afternoon from the grocery store to find Steve frantically knocking at his door with Clint lying in the crook of his arm and a diaper bag slung over his shoulder.

"Do you need something?" Bucky asked, coming up behind Steve.

When Steve turned around, his face was the essence of relief. "Oh good," he said, "I thought you weren't home."

Bucky gave a wary smile. "I wasn't home," he said, lifting the grocery bags that were in his hands.

Steve just gave an impatient sigh. "I know this is a very big favor to ask, but my babysitter bailed on me last minute and I am already late for work, is there any way you can keep Clint until around 11:00 tonight?" he said all in one breath.

Bucky didn't even hesitate before saying yes and he didn't even regret it when Clint was shoved into his arm because Steve's relieved smile was enough for him.

(He regretted it a little when he realized he was standing alone in the hallway holding a practical stranger's baby with groceries and a diaper bag at his feet.)

Bucky just sighed before trying to fish his keys out of his pocket with Clint wriggling in his arm; it took him a minute, but eventually he got the keys out. Then came the challenge of unlocking the door. Bucky tried several times and failed (he only nearly dropped Clint once) before he bent his leg up and held his knee against the door post and then balanced Clint on his knee so that he could have better access to the door.

Once he got in with a triumphant shout, he realized that all his groceries and the diaper bag were still out in the hall. He searched around for a second for a place to leave Clint and settled on the couch. He put Clint in the middle of a cushion and framed him with two pillows to keep him from rolling off. He quickly ran bak out for the groceries and the diaper bag.

Once he had shut the door, he decided that Clint seemed content enough lying on the couch and so he decided to put his groceries away. It didn't take long because he didn't have that much and so when he finished, he grabbed a handful of chips and headed back to the living room. Once he caught sight of the couch, his chips were dropped to the floor and he dove for the couch.

Clint had somehow squirmed until he was hanging off the couch and Bucky arrived at the final wiggle before he was on the floor. Bucky caught Clint as he started sliding and then moved him into his arm with a sigh of relief.

"That was a close one, buddy," Bucky said.

Clint just stared up at him, unfazed by the whole thing.

Bucky scoffed. "You don't even care that I just saved your life, do you?"

Clint's response was to wrinkle his nose and let out a tiny sneeze.

Bucky smiled down at Clint. "That was cute enough that I forgive you," he said and then glanced at the couch. "I guess I should find somewhere else to put you while I clean up my mess, huh?"

With no objections from Clint, Bucky made his way into his bedroom and stared at the blanket on the bed before sighing and adjusting Clint between his elbow and shoulder so that his hand was free.

"This would be a lot easier with two hands," Bucky said, grabbing the blanket with his hand and dragging it off the bed. Clint squirmed a little at being jostled around, but he wasn't too upset.

With the blanket in hand, Bucky headed back to the living room. He set Clint on the couch again while he laid the blanket on the rug in his floor and then he placed Clint in the blanket.

"Now let's see what is in your diaper bag," Bucky said as he hauled the bag onto the couch with him. There were at least 20 diapers and a package of wipes first off-essentials. There were also two bottles and a box of formula off to one side along with several extra sleepers and a stuffed puppy dog.

Bucky put the bag back in the floor and then laid down by Clint's side.

He waved the puppy above Clint's head. "Look at the puppy," Bucky said in a baby voice, "The puppy is going to get you" He then lowered the toy closer and closer to Clint's tummy with little barks. When it reached Clint, Bucky tickled his tummy with the dog and Clint waved his arms around and made little grunting noises with a tiny smile on his face. Bucky kept playing like this until Clint lost interest and started to chew on his fist.

Bucky sat up. "Okay, food time," he said, "Wait here while I make you a bottle."

Bucky shoved the formula into the crook of his arm and grabbed a bottle before heading into the kitchen. While the water was warming, Bucky read the label on the formula to try and figure out how much to put onto the bottle.

"One scoop every two ounces," he read, "How many ounces do I make?" Bucky shrugged and decided to google it before realizing that he didn't know how old Clint was. "I guess I will start out with 6 ounces and if he is still hungry after that, I will give him more," he said to himself.

Bucky felt the temperature with his wrist and deemed it adequate. Once the water was in the bottle and the formula in the water shaken up, Bucky went back into the living room and put the bottle on the coffee table so he could pick Clint up. Before he scooped Clint from the blanket, he turned his TV on.

Once he had Clint settled in his arm with the bottle propped against his chest, Bucky sat back and watched a Harry Potter movie that was playing.

The next several minutes were pretty uneventful. Bucky burped Clint once he reached the halfway mark in his bottle and once it was finished, Clint seemed satisfied. Bucky kept Clint in his arms for a while longer and finished the movie. A few minutes into the next movie, Clint started fussing.

Bucky sighed. "Oh no, please don't start screaming," he said, "What is wrong?" Bucky grimaced. "Do you need a diaper change?"

There was no answer, of course, but when Bucky laid Clint on one of the cushions and felt his diaper, it was definitely wet.

Bucky wrinkled his nose but dutifully grabbed a diaper and the wipes from the bag. Once he had his supplies, he stopped and assessed the situation. He had never changed Natasha without Sam or Riley's help and he had had two hands for every other baby he had changed.

"Stalling isn't going to help," he said to himself before steeling himself up and starting. With barely any trouble, Bucky undid Clint's sleeper, slid the new diaper under him, and undid he clasps on the old one. "Thank God this wasn't a poopie diaper," he said. The only real problem he had was when it came to clasping the new diaper back on, but eventually he managed by holding the front of the diaper in place with his thumb and grabbing the strap with his index and middle fingers.

Once he was finished, he let out a triumphant laugh before he settled Clint in the crook of his arm and taking the diaper to get thrown away. Afterwards, he sat them back on the couch and settled Clint on his chest.

"I think it is nap time, buddy," Bucky said. Clint didn't really disagree, because he was asleep within minutes. Bucky kept watching the rest of the movie but he must have fallen asleep because he was woke up by a knock on his door.

Bucky glanced down at Clint who was already awake, but laying still. Bucky got up and unlocked the door.

"It's open," he said to whoever was on the other side.

It was Steve of course, looking worn out, but smiling. "Did you two have a good time?" he asked.

"We did," Bucky said. "There were a few troubles now and then, but then again, welcome to my life." Bucky shrugged his left shoulder with an awkward laugh.

Steve gave a tired smile. I guess we will get out of your hair," he said, "What do I owe you for doing this?"

Bucky's heart leapt in his chest and before he even realized what he was going to say, he had spoken. "A cup of coffee?" He asked with a nervous smile.

Steve blinked a couple of times and Bucky was just about to laugh it off as a joke before Steve answered. "That sounds great," he said.

Bucky was sure his smile looked ridiculous as Steve came in and grabbed his stuff and Clint from Bucky.

"Thanks again for doing this," Steve said, "It was really awesome of you."

Bucky waved him off. "Anytime," he said, "Besides, Clint is super adorable so I don't mind."

Steve placed a soft kiss on Clint's cheek. "He is kind of cute isn't he?"

Bucky let out a small laugh and leaned against the doorpost. "Gets it from you?"

Steve blushed a bright red at Bucky's words. "On that note, I think it is time to go to bed," he said, "Goodnight, Bucky."

"Goodnight, Steve," Bucky said back, "and to you too, Clint."

Steve gave a small wave as he headed to his apartment and didn't see the soft smile that had made its way onto Bucky's face.

Bucky realized now that he had it bad.