"Good morning," a tiny brown finger poked Bucky's nose.

He shook it off, barely conscious.

"Good MORNING!" The voice said slightly louder. Bucky blinked and opened his sleepy eyes, squinting in the dim daylight.

Four year old Stella Wilson-Barnes stood on the floor in front of his bed, leaning towards him. Her short, dark curly hair flew in all different directions as she leaned her head to see Bucky from the angle he was laying down at.

Bucky closed his eyes again. "What are you doing up this early?" He said tiredly.

"It's not that early," Stella protested.

"Not that early?" Bucky said teasingly. He opened his eyes and reached his arms out to her, picking her up and turning to the other side of the bed to set her down.

"Well it's too early for me. I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight," he said smiling. He pulled the covers over his head.

Stella giggled and tried to pull them off. "You have to get up because I'm hungry, and since Papa's .on a morning mission you have to make me breakfast."

Bucky let the covers down off his face, his eyes still closed. "So we're running on your clock today?"

"Yes," she said triumphantly.

"Well okay," he said.

He sat up in bed and stretched, looking around his and Sam's small room. Their once empty dresser tops and nightstands were now cluttered with family pictures and crafts that Stella had made for them.

Bucky got up and picked up Stella in his right arm so that his metal arm wouldn't make her cold. They went into the kitchen and Bucky opened the fridge, leaning down to see what they had. He scanned the shelves for something to feed a picky four year old.

"How about eggs?" He said, pulling them out. "You gotta eat eggs so you can grow big and strong like Dad." He lifted her higher in his one arm and then brought her back down to him. She laughed excitedly.

She put her small hands on his face, squishing his cheeks. "Yeah, but Papa's stronger than you." She giggled.

"What?" He scoffed jokingly.

"Yeah he is. He told me." She laughed again.

Bucky opened his mouth in a pretend state of betrayal before smiling at her. "Well, if Papa said so."

He put her down on the kitchen floor and turned on the stove, heating the pan for scrambled eggs.

"Go set your place at the table," he instructed.

Stella grabbed her green plastic plate from the counter and brought it to their small, wooden four person table. She set it on her placemat and sat down expectantly. Bucky scooped the eggs onto her plate and handed her a fork.

"Be careful, it's hot." He turned back around to serve his own eggs before sitting down at the table with her.

Stella ate her eggs happily, Bucky cleaning up her chin with a napkin every couple of bites while eating his own breakfast. He enjoyed breakfasts with his family. It was much better than his past breakfasts, eating alone in his cold apartment. It was warm and lively here, especially since Stella had arrived. His daughter had brought something into his life he didn't even know he had wanted.

She finished her eggs and fidgeted in her chair. "Can I be excused?" She asked politely.

"Yes," Bucky said. She got up hurriedly. "Wait, what do you say?" He interrupted.

"Thank you for breakfast, Dada," she said, turning around. She kissed his cheek before running off to her room to go get ready for the day.

"You're welcome," Bucky called.

He turned back to his food and smiled. Every day he spent with Stella was a good day.