Sunday's Child

"Daddy, Daddy, I've got your foot!"

"Argh, nooo!" Bucky moaned from the couch as Becca eventually succeeded in pulling off his boot. "Not my foot, Becks, I need that."

"Mine now!" she laughed, running to the other end of the living room with his 'foot' clutched to her chest. He recognised the look in her eyes, her mischievous grin hidden behind the leather, and sighed, dropping his head back against the couch cushions.

"How am I supposed to chase you with one foot?" She'd already worn him out that morning. It was a Sunday, dammit, he just wanted to relax.

"You have to hop!" Becca said.

"Why don't you bring it back, huh?"

"No!"

"But Becca, I miss my foot!" Becca just laughed again, turning her back to him so he couldn't even see his 'foot'. "Hey, that's cheating."

"Wha's cheating?" a sleep-laden voice asked from behind him, and Bucky tipped his head back further to appreciate the accompanying view.

"You with no shirt. Becca not letting me see my foot."

Rubbing his eyes, Clint leaned over the couch and frowned at Bucky's feet. "You mean your shoe?"

"Yep."

"Clint, look, I've got Daddy's foot!"

"Oh yeah," Clint said, grinning. "How did you manage that?"

"I was sneaky."

"I blame you for this."

"Hey, you're her father. I'm just the cool boyfriend."

Bucky snorted as Clint bent down to kiss his head. "So you'll help me get it back?"

"Nuh-uh, it's Sunday. I need coffee."

"But Clint," Bucky whined, making his daughter laugh, "I need my foot! I've already lost an arm."

"You can get a shiny foot like you have a shiny arm," Becca said.

"Can I now?" he muttered.

"Hey, Becca, can you imagine how cool that would make your Dad?" Clint said from the kitchen. "I bet no-one at school has a shiny dad."

The idea appealed to Becca much more than it did Bucky. "Everyone would be really jealous!" she told Clint as he came through with his coffee. "They might even want him to be their daddy instead."

"Wait, what?"

"Well, one girl's daddy works in a teddy bear store, and, um, everyone wants him to be their daddy so he can get teddy bears for them."

"Hey, I'm better than that. I'm shiny," Bucky said indignantly.

"But no-one has a one-footed dad?" Clint asked.

Becca shook her head. "Nope."

"And having a one-footed dad is cool?"

"Yep."

"So they'd all want Bucky to be… Y'know, actually Becca, I think your dad kinda needs his foot today -"

"No he doesn't!" Becca declared. "It's mine!" And with that, she took off.

Clint looked at the couch, and at Bucky's raised eyebrow. "Aw, do I have to chase her?"

Bucky was making himself comfortable, TV remote already in hand. "You're the one with both feet in this relationship."

"You're hilarious." Clint sighed, shuffling off to find Becca and retrieve his boyfriend's 'foot', grumbling, "It's Sunday, man," as he went.


AN: Prompt: "a lazy sunday, winterhawk (i dont know what comes out of this, so ignore if you want :) okay maybe we can add Becca,their daughter)"