Hi everybody!

Stuckyfans: to answer you, Steve used the Quinjet to make her travel. She was recovered in the Stark tower before he decided to bring her out of New York for her safety.

Guest Fred: Well I don't fucking care about the probability that Hydra wouldn't hire colored people. Really I just don't give a shit about it. Joseph works with Hydra and that's all.

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After bathing, Steve lied directly on the bed. He was so tired that when his head touched the pillow, he immediately fell asleep.

Rose was anyway in the kitchen to warm a plate of food for Bucky. She knocked on his bedroom door and he opened almost immediately. He had wet hair and it streamed down his face. He looked miserable, as if he carried the weight everyone on his shoulders. Rose gave him food dish and he agreed politely gently took it. She said kind words to try to comfort him as she did with Steve. and He thanked a bit coldly. He wanted to be alone, and she understood. They said goodnight, and Rose returned to her bedroom.

Steve was deeply sound asleep; she could hear his gentle snoring. Rose gave a last kiss on the forehead of her sleeping son in his cradle before going to slip under the sheets with Steve. She snuggled under the covers with him. She wanted to sleep in his arms, but he was lying on his stomach. She put a gentle kiss on his forehead and lay on her back and then fell asleep so quickly.

Rose was awakened by the cries of little Stevy. She quickly jumped out of bed before Steve would really wake up. The poor man was groaning painfully by moving as if searching for the strength to get up to take the baby. Rose carried little Stevy and rushed into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and sighed.

"You almost woke him up, baby. That's not nice," she said softly, cradling the baby. "Shhh. It's ok. I'm here, I'm here. You've been awakened a long time and you feel you're alone, uhn that's it? Oh I'm here now. Don't cry my angel." She said with a voice Rose started humming and moving from left to right to calm the baby who calmed in Rose's in her arms. "Argh I need to change your diaper," she made a disgusted voice and the baby giggled. Rose continued to make faces and funny voices by while filling a small basin of warm water.

She took off the baby's diaper and gave to Little Stevy a bath. She had time to brush her teeth and wash her face while the baby spent his time doing mini waves in the small water surface. After, Rose dried him with a large towel, and the baby's happy laughter rang through the room.

Little Stevy was growing so fast, she thought he could already walk if he wanted. He had tiny white teeth, and his eyes were as little as those of his mother. His hair looked like a complex, curly tufts of blond and honey-colored hair. His smile revealed his little dimples in the hollow of his mouth. She found him absolutely beautiful but all mothers would find her baby beautiful anyway. Stevenson was the Rose's sunburst. And she thanked God every day for having allowed her to survive the explosion at her university. She would not live without her son; she would be there for him, and protect him from evil people. Give him the protection she had not had when she was young. More than anything, Rose didn't want him to remain an only an unique child. Although when she was in Lagos, she was content in her celibacy ,being with Steve made her see life differently. She would have a large family with him but only when the time came was right.

Rose entered the bedroom to see that Steve was still asleep. The poor man had have a rude rough day yesterday. She could understand. He was him who was the one that was always awake while it was she who was tired. Now, the roles were reversed.

"Shhh ... Little Stevy don't make noise. Steve is sleeping, okay?" She whispered. Rose took the baby clothes, a layer small amount of the powder for baby's butt, and moisturizer from the drawer dedicated to Little Stevy, as silently as possible. Then, left the bedroom with the baby wrapped in a large white towel. She preferred to do her routine in the living room without to not disturbing Steve.

After, Rose put little Stevy in his high chair and gave him a teddy for entertainment as she made breakfast. She learned since she lives here that Americans love small full breakfasts. While she was content with milk and bread as breakfast, Barton's family liked that there was all full of there to be a lot of food including dairy products, fruits, cereals, bread toasted often toast, even meat like and bacon.

She learned how Laura concocted the breakfast for her family. The two women had become quite close over time. She could say that Laura was a lovely person. She showed her several typical American recipes that Rose didn't suspect. She thought that one day she would cook them for Steve. But for now she stewed food for the baby and gave it to the baby with a small plastic spoon. She suspected that the little rascal was going to brush the wipe his face with the food as the little greedy messy as he was. She laughed at him when he opened his mouth, to put the spoon and the spoon full clashed his cheek.

Rose finished cooking the breakfast for the two men. There were was a lot, but she didn't know if Bucky had the same appetite that as Steve then she made enough for two super soldiers. She put all the food dishes on two identical plates and took two daisies which came from the bouquet there was in the kitchen in a large green vase. It was a small gesture of gaiety, she hoped it would make them both smile. Rose finished feeding Little Stevy. She cleaned the mess and went to put him in a large playpen next to the couch, where Nate and he would play all day long until they were both tired. It was cute to see them together, and Rose wondered if one day they would be best friends like Steve and Bucky. Stevenson saw that the playpen was empty. He crawled in all directions but found only the plush toys.

"I know baby, but he will come back in a few days. And you'll play with him as before," she told him and he babbled. She smiled and walked away into the kitchen to take a tray of food to Bucky when he appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. He watched her put the pieces of fruit delicately on the tray as if she was serving a guest of honor. Rose looked at it, wondering if something was missing.

"Uhm maybe I should have asked him what he likes." She sighed.

"Morning." He said.

"Ooh Godness, you scared me!" She almost cried. Rose didn't want to admit it but, she had a mini heart attack when she heard his voice suddenly so close to her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you." He smiled gently.

"No. It's nothing, I was just coming to bring you food. C'mon, come and sit." She motioned her hand, and he went to sit on a wooden chair overlooking the island of the kitchen. "That is ... Uhm I don't know what you liked so I put a little bit of everything." She put the well-stocked food tray before him. "Enjoy your meal."

"You made this for me?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes, of course. You're like his brother. I'm trying to make it seem like I'm good." She laughed.

"You don't need to. I think he is already infatuated with you."

"I hope so ..." She bit her lip, "Would you mind walking with us after? I want us to go on a picnic and maybe swim in the lake. You had a hard day yesterday. It'll be nice to have a little fun. "

"I-" Bucky was unable to say no before the baby began to cry.

"Gosh! Uhm enjoy your breakfast!" She ran from the kitchen.

Bucky remained pensive in front of the tray of food. He took a fork to the scrambled eggs and mildly burnt bacon. It was not perfect, but it was good. Compared to what he used to eat at home, it was luxurious. He never prepared so much breakfast. The attention made him smile despite his being mouth full. Plus there was a yellow daisy, right next to the orange juice glass.

Rose returned a few minutes after Bucky no longer heard the cries of the baby. She smiled seeing him eat the food and took the other tray to Steve.

"Morning Steve, are you awake?" She entered the bedroom with the tray in hand. Steve stirred in the sheets, moaning.

"Maybe ..."

She laughed, "I brought you breakfast in bed."

He yawned and sat on the bed. Rose came to lay the tray of food on his thighs, then sat on the edge of the bed. The bruises on his face were more apparent, but they weren't as bad as she thought.

Even barely awake, Steve looked like a damn Greek god. She thought it was a crime for his lips to be that pink.. She liked his blue eyes and his long eyelashes. Even his messy hair was sexy.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll start to believe you want to eat me," he said, amused. Rose practically drooling over him, smiled shyly and looked away.

"Uh I'll come back." She rose quickly.

"Rose?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for breakfast." He smiled at her from the corner of the mouth. His smile was undoubtedly charming.

"Stop doing that!"

"What?"

"Stop charming me. I know you're beautiful."

"Oh, so I'm beautiful?"

She rolled her eyes before laughing, "Good appetite, Cap." Rose heard the baby crying again downstairs.

She walked quickly to him to find him hanging on the edge of his playpen, crying furiously as if he had seen a monster. "Drama King!" he whispered. Obviously, the boy didn't want to play alone. She took a long cloth and hurriedly tied complicated knots to carry the baby on her back. Although she would much prefer carrying the baby on her stomach because she loved to cuddle him, she had to do some cleaning and needed her hands free.

When she went back into the kitchen, Bucky was still eating, lazily. He dragged the fork on the empty plate, which made a little shrill sound.

Rose looked at him a little bit disappointed, "You don't like it? I can make you something else if you prefer."

"Uhm no ... I'm just ... this breakfast brings back some memories." He looked up at her, forcing a smile.

"Of your life in Brooklyn?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what to say ... I hope it's not bad."

"You don't need to say anything. Your breakfast is delicious. Steve is very lucky to have you."

She smiled brightly and turned to wash the dishes. "Please, tell me more about Steve before the serum. He told me some stuff, but I'm sure you have more interesting things to tell me."

Bucky took a bite out of a slice of bacon before talking. Because it was overcooked, it crunched in his mouth. Rose could not do better.

"What do you want to know?"

Bucky was watching the boy on her back who was trying to reach the top of Rose's messy bun but he could not. He smiled at that. A little innocence in his life was a gift.

"I don't know. Tell me anything you remember."

"Alright ..." Bucky reached into his memories and smiled, "I remember his mother. She was nice and made the best apple pie in the neighborhood. She was always attentive to Steve and saw him as the most handsome man of the earth."

"Mmm I can try to do that, today." She said thoughtfully, "... but I would need apples... Uhm ... there is an apple tree in the meadow, I think," she muttered.

Bucky chuckled, "He liked to draw, and maybe he still does. He had always a Calpin and pencil with him and enjoyed drawing the passerby's. Also, Steve always wanted to dance, but he was too shy."

"That's already settled. He and I danced like crazy."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, "Did he step on your foot?" He munched on delicious toast.

"No. Well, a few times, but he was pretty good. He moved, well like ..." Rose turned on herself with hands in the air as if they were on the shoulders of a person. She moved her hips to mimic the stride of Steve and Bucky laughed. "See? He was pretty good. It made me crazy that day." She also laughed and went back to do the dishes and clean the countertop.

"He remained seated, watching me dance with the ladies. There were some who found him cute but he always spoiled my efforts in finding him a date."

"I see ..."

"He loved watching the stars at night and listen to jazz in the morning and... he was often sick."

Rose turned around, wiping her hands, "Sick?"

"Yes, but that didn't stop him getting into fights."

She frowned, "I haven't seen him do that yet."

Bucky smiled," He never looked for a fight. He always interfered in fights to protect someone. Whatever the injustice, he ran to protect the victim. I don't have all the memories yet, but I remember that I was always there to protect him when he could not protect himself. He was really short and thin, but yet, he didn't hesitate to challenge the people around him. It feels good to remember that part of my life ..."

"You remember all that?" Steve came into the kitchen with the empty food tray. He had just got out of the shower and wore simple clothes: a shirt and a blue jeans.

"Her breakfast ..."

He smiled, "It's true that it was a reminder of the past when you came to eat at home." Steve said.

"Yes ..."

"Hey Rose," he leaned toward the little woman to kiss her and she closed her eyes, receiving his kiss.

"Hey Steve." She breathed on his lips, and he captured her lips in another soft kiss. Bucky smiled at them. There was something different between their kiss and the kiss Steve shared with Sharon. It emanated some natural thing between them. Her manner of gasping at each his move or his way of frowning of pleasure when she stroked him. There were some profound thing between them, some inexplicable thing that attracted them to each other ... An alchemy.

"Could you watch Little Stevy? It's time I go take a shower."

"Of course," he smiled. She turned and he grabbed the baby while she loosened the knots. Once released, she hurried to run, and he turned the baby in his arms. "Hi Stevy, How are- No no don't cry ... Uhm ROSE?"

Rose returned quickly, hearing the baby's crying. "Alright!" She took the crying baby and was patting his back while walking out the kitchen. He was adorable when he was sniffing. Once she was gone, Steve ran his hand through hair and turned to Bucky, who had a mean smile.

"Don't make that face, Buck." He laughed and turned to wash the dishes. He didn't want to give her more work.

"What face?" Bucky asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You're a jerk," Steve said, reminded of their old ways.

Bucky hesitated for several minutes, "And you're a punk ... I guess."

Steve chuckled heartily. The breakfast of Rose had made did wonders, or it was simply just from being in a family atmosphere. Whatever made him recover his memory so fast, he could only be thankful for it .

Having finished cleaning the dishes, and he sat on a chair next to Bucky. He handled his phone, frowning with worry.

"What is the problem?" Bucky asked.

Steve looked up, pulled in his feelings, "Sharon told me that the Avengers are in prison."

Bucky smiled incredulously, "You're talking to her?"

"Uh yes ... She's an agent of Shield and she has information that can help us and ... What?"

"Nothing. Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet, she should contact me when she has all the information about the prison. I will not let them rot in jail even if it makes us fugitives."

"Yeah ... Maybe I could help you. I can at least do that."

"Ok ..." Steve tapped his phone on his palm, thoughtfully. "Buck?"

Bucky looked up, "Do you think I should tell her about Sharon?"

Bucky smiled, "No, don't think so. You love her?"

"Yes ..."

"The kiss with Sharon was a mistake, and you will tell her that?"

"Yes."

"So you don't have to tell to Rose. She is a wolfess (pretty woman). But maybe I'm wrong, you know I'm not the same Bucky. My experience with women is a distant memory. All depends on you. "

"Yeah," Steve looked down.

"I never thought that Stevie would be caught between two beautiful women."

"Well, I didn't expect it either."

"Steve...What's a Barbie?"

Steve smiled thinking about Rose, "a doll."

"You finally got your babydoll with a body of bottle of coke if I might add." Bucky said with amusement and Steve chuckled.

"Yes, I got my babydoll. She is the person giving me what I wished for."


Steve and Bucky continued to talk about their past together. He didn't recall all of their past, just a few character traits of Steve and some images of fights. His missions as a winter soldier were in a Pandora's Box, not to be opened. Bucky didn't want to talk about it, and Steve didn't persist.

Rose returned, beaming with her baby in her arms. She wore a yellow dress with white flowers, black rubber boots, and a straw hat. Bucky easily noticed Steve's eyes glitter at her. The baby was dressed in a farmer style too with a little overalls and high tiles. The two formed a pair that looked like experienced farmers.

Rose had proposed to the two men to go walk a bit in the concession. Bucky was not very enthusiastic. He was constantly on his guards as if waiting for an enemy to move at any moment while Steve loved the wind, sun, and great open space.

The last time he came here, he had not had the opportunity to properly walk the green surroundings. Breathing the country air soothed him on the inside. He would never have imagined in his craziest dreams, walking in a meadow with Rose and her baby with Bucky to his left. Although both men were deep in thought, Rose enjoyed this walk. She amused herself, twirling Stevenson in her arms and the baby laughed loudly.

He arrived in front of a lake. There were a few pillars around. The two men sat on a piece of wood while Rose picked apples that were in good condition to put them in a basket. She later joined them. They remained sitting on the tree trunk while Rose spoke of Nigeria. She even suggested swimming in the lake, but the men didn't want to. She didn't insist. They talked by the lake for several minutes until they returned to the farm.


Rose had to leave them to go feed the animals. She was in the barn with three horses that the Barton's had. She heard a noise. She quickly turned around, panting.

"It's me ... Don't be afraid." Steve said.

"You scared me Steve!" She growled and he laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He walked toward her, "I came to see if you'd finished. You've been gone more than an hour ."

"Uh yes, I have been dragging a bit... Although I love my son, I often need time off." She said a little embarrassed, "by the way you left Stevenson alone?"

"He is sleeping and plus he is not alone. Bucky is in the house."

"But Bucky is not dangerous?"

"He will not touch a baby, Rose. He did a lot of bad things, but he is certainly not that kind of man."

She nodded even though it remained an element of concern within her. Rose touched his face with the palm of her hand, and he closed his eyes to the soft feel of her touch.

"Your bruises are already beginning to subside."

"I told you it will heal soon."

"Super soldier uhn?"

He blushed, "Yes." Rose smiled, seeing the redness on his cheeks. She took his hand and guided him to a ladder in the barn, "Where are you taking me, Ayotunde Rose?"

"You will see, Steven Rogers." She smirked. They ascended the ladder and mounted on a floor of the barn where there was hay but not much. There was a grand opening which was the barn window. You could see the house in the distance. The landscape was magnificent. They were lying comfortably on the hay and cuddling. "Sometimes I come here to watch the sky. It's so blue." She sat looking dreamily at the sky, "I think I like the country life. It's quieter than the city, that's for sure."

"You would like to live in the countryside?"

"I don't know. I'll have to work, and there is no real work for a scientist in the countryside."

"So you're a scientist?"

"Science teacher, though, not yet, but that's what I plan to become one day. I like the atmosphere of the school, and you will find it bizarre, but I love the feeling of chalk on the fingers."

He laughed, humble, "Yes, it is quite bizarre."

"Well, I love the smell of chalk, I love writing with chalk, I like the sound of chalk on a blackboard. You love drawing. Didn't you ever like the smell of a book or sheet? "

"Uhm now that you mention it... I love the smell of old book."

She smiled, "See, it's not so bizarre."

"Yes you are right. I have not drawn since ... Since I woke up. I have not had the inspiration to do so."

"You should, that's what you like to do. Maybe it'll take your mind off. It must not be easy to be a national hero."

He smiled, "No not really, but I like it too. It's a way to serve my country."

"Mmm Captain America ..." she said thoughtfully, he turned to her and looked at her thinking. Rose looked at the ceiling, she thought about all she had read on him when she did research on the internet. Wars and battles. "I'm a fan of yours." She said suddenly, turning to him also.

"And I'm a fan of yours. I love everything about you."

"Oh, you like everything about me, so you love me, then?"

"And if I tell you that I love you?" Rose remained petrified. They looked each other in the eye for a moment without saying anything. "If I tell you that I love you?" He repeated.

"I think ... I think I would tell you that I love you too." She murmured.

Steve looked deeply into her brown eyes. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and took a deep breath.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She replied and he smiled before leaning in to kiss her.

Rose closed her eyes and gave herself completely in the sweet kiss. Steve slid his hands on her shoulders, her arms, he went down low on her hips and pulled her body closer to him. Steve put a kiss on her neck and lightly bit it to leave a mark. She hiccupped, then chuckled. He smiled on her brown skin and continued to kiss her skin, but stopped at the top of her breasts. He pushed away a slip of her dress to reveal a breast and began to kiss the brown flesh. Rose bit her lower lip to suppress a groan.

Steve slowly swirled his tongue around her hardened nipple before taking it fully into his mouth and suck on it.

"Mmm it's good ..." She moaned. He continued to suck her dark tit when suddenly he looked up in surprise. "What?" She asked worried.

"Uh I think I tasted your milk." He blushed furiously.

"Oh uh you ... Uhm you ... Uh," Rose stumbled over the words, not really knowing what to say.

"It is good."

She laughed like a schoolgirl and put both hands on her face, "I'm so embarrassed."

Steve chuckled, "No really, it's really good."

"Oh My God Steve! Don't say that." Steve laughed before giving the same attention to the other breast.


After their heated meeting in the barn, Rose asked him to get back. She could not really enjoy what Steve was doing to her, knowing that Stevenson was with Bucky. Not that she thought that Bucky could hurt him, but she didn't see him being the kind of man that liked to babysit.

Steve and Rose walked into the house, laughing at a joke he had made. When they entered the kitchen, they froze on seeing the kitchen state. Bucky was standing, with milk on his face and full of compote on the shirt while he was holding a spoon. Stevenson was in his small chair in front of Bucky and banged his table in front of him, also covered compote.

"Uh ..."

"What the hell happened?" Rose shouted, amused and angry at the same time.

"Language." Steve murmured.

"He started to cry and uh ... I tried to make a compote with the fruit like I saw you do, but he didn't want it so I tried to give him milk."

"Let me guess, he didn't want it either," she said and Bucky looked her sheepishly. Steve and Bucky were surprised when Rose laughed out loud which made the baby also laugh in his chair.