Wow. Overwhelming response last chapter. I'm so glad so many of you liked it.

And after three chapters with no requests, I now have three requests, so I'll do what I can to balance you all out

I'm not doing these in the order I got them requested, but in the order that makes the most sense plot-wise, so it'll be Vicky this chapter, then the two-to-three chapter sixth avenger special, then however many chapters hydra takes, possibly with room for other requests in there

Hope you guys like it


When Bucky got home, Wanda was eager to know everything, and it took him the rest of the day to recount the events of the day to her.

She was thrilled for him, and eager to meet Angela and Vicky. Bucky was a little more hesitant, but he wanted his families to interact, he just wasn't sure how well they would react to Wanda being… Wanda.

They spent a week with one another while Steve and Natasha dealt with a crisis, and he took her and the small animal training in the mornings in Steve's place while she was gone. She protested when he woke her up so early, but got up anyway and came with him. The small animal presented zero protest, bouncing happily alongside him, and he noticed it was starting to get bigger. It was no longer the scrap of fur he had found on the street, but rather a fully formed, but still small, dog.

During the day he either watched television with Wanda, the one form of media left he hadn't fully exploited since it took so much time, or he secreted himself to his room to read in order to let Wanda have some time with the Vision.

Their relationship seemed to be moving very slowly, with only two more kisses having occurred since the first one. Wanda appeared not to mind though, and so Bucky didn't comment beyond asking her on occasion how things were going between them.

They were sitting back in Wanda's room finishing up a television show near the end of the week.

"It's surprising how far racial attitudes have progressed since my time. This could never have been made during my original lifetime." Bucky commented, pleasantly surprised that the world seemed to be getting more equal.

"Mm. It's really good too, I felt like I was really there." Wanda nodded.

"I think the first half was better though. The second half just felt sort of rushed." Bucky noted.

"It was still good, but I think I know what you mean. It just wasn't quite as… You know?" Wanda waved her hands around vaguely, causing the small animal to try to jump up and paw at them, and Bucky rubbed its head a little and nodded.

They sat there for a moment, watching the small animal and rubbing its head, respectively.

"You should go visit your family." Wanda suggested.

"Has it been long enough? I don't want Angela to get concerned that I'm going to be there too often." He was a little worried, he didn't want to screw things up with her and Vicky.

"Go." Wanda nudged him with a small smile. "They'll want to see you. Don't worry, I can watch the small dog, can't I?" She turned to the small animal and nuzzled it a little and it licked her face happily.

"Alright. If you see Vision, keep things appropriate. No sudden making out on walls." He tried teasing her a little and she blushed but smiled.

"Okay. Have fun."

Bucky hugged her gently and rubbed the small animal's head before heading out to get his motorcycle and driving into Brooklyn.

He parked outside their building and took a deep breath before going upstairs and knocking on their door.

"Who is it?" Angela called from somewhere farther back in the apartment.

"Your uncle Bucky." Bucky replied.

"One second!" She called, and he could hear some moving around before the door opened. "Bucky, hey." Angela looked fairly worn out. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she appeared to be slightly out of breath.

"Hi. Are you alright?" He had to check, Wanda looked like this after fights.

"Yeah I'm fine, Vicky is just hyper this morning. Come on in." She nodded for him to enter, and he did so slowly. He wasn't entirely used to how normal this all was.

He abruptly felt something on his leg, and looked down to see Vicky hugging it.

"Hi Vicky." He waved confusedly.

"Hi uncle Bucky!" She waved up at him, not letting go of his leg.

"Why are you clinging to my leg?" He asked slowly.

"I'm a monkey!" She proclaimed proudly. She didn't look like a monkey, so he assumed this was some sort of game she was playing.

"Come on monkey, let go of your uncle. Uncle Bucky isn't a tree." Angela picked Vicky up off of his leg and sat her down on the couch, and he nodded to Angela gratefully. She nodded back, and Bucky sat down.

"Want anything to drink?" Angela offered him.

"No thank you." He shook his head. He didn't want to ask anything of her, she looked so worn out. Positive, but worn out.

She sat down for a moment, what looked like the first time she'd sat down all day. "Any reason you came by? Or did you just want to visit?"

"I just wanted to come by, help you out. I wasn't sure how long was appropriate to be gone before I came again, but Wanda insisted I should come today." He explained.

"Yay!" Vicky tackled him in a hug, and he awkwardly hugged her back.

"Wanda?" Angela asked curiously.

"Wanda Maximoff, my closest friend beside Steve. She's become something of a younger sister to me."

Angela nodded a little.

"Is she a hero too just like you?" Vicky asked him, looking up at him with big round eyes.

"Yes. Very much so." He nodded.

"Is she the redheaded avenger?" Angela asked.

Bucky shook his head. "That's Natasha Romanoff. She's… Natasha and I have what Steve and Wanda call a complicated relationship."

Vicky giggled a little. "Is she your girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "No. Just an ally."

"Do you have a crush on her?"

He couldn't remember what crush meant. He knew it meant something in this context, besides crushing something in his hand, but- oh right.

"No. Although I nearly crushed her throat once."

"Vicky honey come sit back down on the couch." Angela waved her over, giving Bucky a look that he assumed meant he had divulged too much information.

"I'm sorry." He said to her quietly.

Her face softened a little. "It's okay, just try to keep it a little more child appropriate, okay?"

Vicky, for her part, just looked very confused as she sat back down on the couch.

Bucky nodded. "Is there anything I can do to help you today?"

"Mommy and me were gonna go buy groceries!" Vicky exclaimed happily, bouncing up and down.

"It'd be a huge help if you could take Vicky for me." Angela asked.

"To get groceries, or just to watch her?" Bucky didn't entirely know what buying groceries would entail. Having stolen all of the food he ate before he came to the compound, and having most of his meals already made at the compound, he hadn't actually been inside an open grocery store since before the war.

Angela could see his discomfort. "Just watching her is okay, I just need to catch my breath for a minute."

Bucky nodded in relief. "Of course. I'll watch her, don't worry."

She sighed gratefully. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."

She got up and Bucky stood as well.

"My cellphone number is on the fridge if you need to reach me, stay in the apartment, don't let her in the kitchen, she can drink milk or water if she gets thirsty, her toys are in her room, paper and crayons is all in there too, um… don't let her play with anything dangerous, if you're gonna tell her stories try to keep violence out of it, she doesn't get any television, no movies or anything, um… I think that's it." She listed off quickly. Bucky kept mental track of it all. "Think you can handle it?"

He nodded. "I should be alright. Take what time you need."

"Thank you so much uncle Bucky." She smiled, and he hugged her. She looked like she needed it.

She hugged him back.

"You're welcome Angela." He assured her, and they both let go.

Angela knelt down in front of Vicky and kissed her head. "Be a good girl for uncle Bucky okay? You know the rules, don't do anything you wouldn't do if I was here."

"I love you mommy!" Vicky hugged Angela, and Angela hugged her back.

"I love you too honey." Angela kissed her head again, and got up and put her shoes on, and got a bag.

"You two have fun!" She waved goodbye.

"Bye mommy!" Vicky waved in return.

Angela left and Bucky turned to look at Vicky, who was looking up at him expectantly.

He had no idea what to actually do with her.

This was going to be an interesting few hours.

"What do you do exactly?" He asked Vicky.

"I play pretend sometimes, or I color, or mommy tells me stories." She explained. "Do you wanna color with me?"

He slowly nodded. "Okay." He had no clue what he was doing.

She hopped up off the couch and he followed her to her room, where she picked up a plastic box full of crayons. "Mommy put the paper up there so I couldn't get it." She pointed up to a shelf, and Bucky found the paper and took it down.

"This paper?"

Vicky nodded and went back out to the living room, and sat on the floor by the table, and Bucky sat down on the floor next to her slowly, setting the paper on the table.

She took a piece and started drawing vague figures on it, and he took one and let his hand wander over the page as he watched her.

"What are you drawing Vicky?"

"It's you!" She pointed at a stick person with brown lines coming from its head, which he assumed was him. "You're putting all the bad hydra guys in jail because they were being mean to people. And I'm right…" she drew a smaller female stick figure next to his. "There! Helping my uncle Bucky!"

She drew the lines that were presumably their arms so that they were touching and he smiled a little. He didn't know why, but he found it touching that she wanted to fight at his side in battle.

"Maybe when you're a little older you can come with me, but you're still too little for now." She pouted. "Do you want me to tell you about some of the really good times?" He offered as an apology, and she got over her pout very quickly and clapped.

"Yeah! Yeah! Tell me about Steve and Wanda and Natasha and the Avengers." She smiled.

He pulled her into his lap and started telling her about how he had reunited with Steve, the first time he had seen Natasha, how he had met Wanda, the trip to New York, his training session with Wanda and Natasha and Clint months ago, and as he talked he drew her pictures to help show her. They weren't anywhere near Steve's quality, but they were enough for Vicky.

She was fascinated by it all. She asked question after question, and he answered them all as well as he could considering her age. Trying to reorient some of the stories was interesting given Angela's wish to keep from telling Vicky about too much violence, but luckily Vicky didn't seem to pay much attention to those parts of the stories.

"Why are you drawing your arm in silver crayon uncle Bucky?" She pointed at one of his drawings, and he realized she hadn't seen the arm.

He hesitated for a moment, but took off his leather jacket and rolled up his sleeve to show her the full arm.

She gasped in delight. "It's so pretty!"

That wasn't quite the first word he would use to describe it.

"Is that your real arm?" She poked at it.

"No, the… bad guys put it on me. I lost my real one." He explained.

"Why is there a red star on it?" She traced the star on his shoulder with her tiny fingers.

"Because that was one of the symbols they used to represent themselves. A red star, an octopus, a hammer and sickle. The star was likely just easier to put on me than the other two."

"Why?" She asked, and he picked up a red crayon.

"Because this…" He drew a red star on a piece of paper. "Is easier to draw than this…" he drew the soviet hammer and sickle. "And this." He drew out the Hydra symbol.

"That one looks scary." She pointed to the Hydra symbol.

"It is, very scary." He nodded.

"You should give it a smiley face." She suggested, and he actually laughed for a moment at the strange absurdity of it before complying, drawing a smile on it, and he had to admit it looked much less imposing now.

"Give it a moustache too!" She added with a giggle, and he added a moustache on it. It no longer even looked like the Hydra symbol, just a strange happy octopus with facial hair.

He didn't know why that made him happy, but it did.

"You should put glitter on your arm. Then it would be even more pretty." She poked at his arm again.

"Glitter isn't tactical. It would give away my position when trying to sneak up on the bad guys."

"But it's pretty." She insisted.

"But it isn't tactical." He insisted confusedly in return.

"Glitter is pretty. You can make the bad guys be friendly cause your arm is so pretty that they wanna be friends with you." She reasoned.

She was a very intelligent three year old.

"That isn't quite how it works." She started pouting again. "Maybe I'll try putting glitter on it later." He offered, and that seemed to satisfy her.

"How big is Captain America's big Frisbee shield?"

He held his hands out to demonstrate its size. "About that big. It's very light though, and it bounces very well, so it's good for throwing."

"Did you touch it?" Vicky asked an awful lot of questions.

"I've used it a few times. It's good for… stuff. Things." He panicked a little trying to figure out how to explain the purpose of a shield without any violence.

"Mommy says stuff and things sometimes. I think it's from TV. That's what she says after she says stuff and thangs."

"Thangs?" Bucky asked, and Vicky nodded. He made a note to ask Angela later what this was.

He kept drawing out his stories with her until Angela came home. By then, Vicky was starting to drift to sleep in his arms.

"Hi Angela." He waved a little to her.

"Hey Bucky." Angela smiled a little and set the bags in her arms in the kitchen before coming back out. "Is she asleep?"

"Nearly." He looked down at Vicky, whose eyes were closed, but she was still holding on to him gently.

"It's nearly time for her nap anyway. Do you want to put her to bed while I get the groceries away?" Angela asked him, and he nodded and stood, picking Vicky up in his arms.

He carried her into her room and laid her down in bed, pulling the blanket up around her just as he did with Wanda.

Vicky mumbled something tiredly, and he smoothed her hair back gently and left to let her sleep.

"Thank you." Angela said once he had come out.

"You're welcome." He nodded to her.

"How was she? Did she behave?" Angela sat back, and Bucky nodded.

"She sat in my lap and drew and listened while I told her stories, and asked a lot of questions." He explained.

"Yeah, she's right at that age." Angela nodded a little. "Thank you so much for watching her, I really appreciate it."

"Any time." He offered.

Angela hugged him, and he hugged her back gently. She seemed tired, but much more relaxed now than she had been when she left.

He was glad he had been able to help her. She was a good person so far, it felt good doing things to help her, and she was his only blood family.

She eventually let go of him, and he let go of her and stepped back.

"Would you like my number, in case you need to call me?" Bucky offered.

"That would be great, thank you so much." Angela smiled. Bucky wrote it down on one of the drawings and handed it to her. "Thank you Bucky."

"You're welcome Angela." He smiled a little, before picking up his hoodie and putting it back on.

"Do you have to go?" She guessed, and he slowly nodded.

"It's getting late. I really should get back."

"Okay. Thanks, again, so much. I'll call you if we need anything." Angela smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"I'll keep my phone close in case. Should I call you if I want to visit again?" He asked.

"Probably a good idea, yeah." She nodded.

"Alright. I will. Take care of yourself Angela." He hugged her again, and she hugged him back briefly.

They mutually let go and waved to each other before Bucky left.

He got on his bike and drove back home, going and just sitting on the roof for a while, for a moment to himself. He had spent a lot of energy today, maybe more than he had on his last mission. It was a different kind of energy, but… it felt good.

He heard barking and looked up to see the small animal running to his side from the door to the rooftop, and Wanda followed it a bit more slowly.

"Did you miss me small dog?" He rubbed its head when it got to his side, and it jumped in his lap and licked his face happily, making him smile.

"How was it?" Wanda asked, sitting next to him.

"It was good. Angela needed me to watch Vicky for her, so we sat back and drew and I told her about the compound. She wants to meet you all now." Bucky explained.

Wanda smiled. "That's wonderful."

Bucky nodded a little, and Wanda curled up next to him.

He had two families now. It was strange, but a nice strange. The kind of strange one might welcome to come back again.


And yes, I am talking about Luke Cage, before you ask, and yes you should all go watch it if you can, that show is incredible, Cottonmouth is a gem.

Also the Walking Dead, I had to throw that reference in there, I wasn't going to but I couldn't just pass it up. Also a great show, but a very different pace from the Avengers stuff so maybe not for all of you. That season premiere though, am I right?

As always, I love hearing what you guys have to say about my work, good or bad, so let me know what you think, and give me a heads up if there's anything you want to see in the future

Peace!