Alright, so I know that some people have read the beginning of this series before, but I thought that it needed a re-write, with new chapters and storylines ?

So please read, review and enjoy.

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"I swear to- Come on kiddo, it's not that bad!"

Bucky groaned lowly as Oliver turned his face away again, protesting loudly in the form of huffing and puffing.

"You can't have milk forever Oli!"

"Bucky?"

Bucky twisted around as Steve made his way across the camp towards them, "One day, I get to make the 'kill Hydra plans' and you get to stay here and make sure he actually eats." He complained, glaring at his sniggering lover, "Don't you laugh at me! C'mon Captain America, let's see you do any better!"

Smirking at the exasperation in Bucky's voice, Steve went to kneel by the 6-month-old, ruffling the blonde hair as Oliver beamed innocently up at him. "Hey buddy, why are you giving your Mummy such a hard time?" He then leaned back and grinned again, "Hey, is he sitting up on his own?"

"I swear to God Steve- "

"- when did he figure out how to do that?"

"…. This morning. Sitting on his own, in a pile dirt… now all we need is for him to eat!"

"What are you trying to feed him anyway?"

Holding up a spoonful of green mush, Bucky frowned, "Mushy peas… I thought he was ready for food that isn't milk, I mean he had some mushed-up fruit this morning and loved it!"

"… We have fruit?"

"Yeah, a couple of tons from the last raid… but that's not the point! I don't understand why's he's putting up such a fuss!"

"Well, maybe he doesn't like mushy peas…" Steve mused, "… Do we have any proper ones?"

"Yeah, I had to have some to mush them up after all… but it won't make a bloody difference will it?"

"Don't use language like that in front of the baby Bucks, and I'll show you the difference it'll make."

Steve rushed off to the supply tent before Bucky could even say anything in reply, forcing the other man to wait patiently…. And then a little less patiently as ten minutes ticked by. Eventually, Steve came rushing back, holding a small bowl of whole peas.

"Sorry, sorry…" he apologised, "... I had to wait for them to cool down enough." He knelt down in front of Oliver and smiled gently, "Now let's see if this works…" he cooed as he held up a spoonful of whole, cooked peas, small enough to be a sensible mouthful without being a choking risk.

As he watched beside Steve, Bucky rolled his eyes and scoffed. "He won't eat mushy peas, what makes you think- " he stopped in his tracks, his mouth opening in surprise as Oliver happily allowed his Papa to feed him, "- Wha- how?!"

"I hate mushy peas remember?" Steve chuckled, "However, whole ones are fine… it looks like our tastes are the same."

"Yeah, and I think it's weird with you! Peas are peas!"

As Steve laughed, Oliver started to giggle as well, finishing what he was eating and holding out his arms in a silent demand to be carried. Bucky was only too happy to oblige with the request, grinning as he lifted his son into his arms. "Okay… no mushy peas, we can work with that, can't we kiddo?"

The small family wandered over to the main cooking tent, which was one of the safest places in camp strangely enough, aside from Colonel Phillip's tent…. And he didn't appreciate being the resident babysitter. At least in the main cooking tent, there was always somebody there to watch over Oliver.

As they walked over, Bucky turned to Steve and frowned, "I've been meaning to ask... why were there puzzle pieces all over the tent?"

"…. I thought it would keep him entertained.

Bucky chuckled at the sheepish look on the taller man's face, "He's not even a year-old Stevie, no wonder the pieces looked gummed half to death!"

"Well, they did keep him occupied, just not in the way I expected… and they helped with his teething… sort of."

Rolling his eyes, Bucky sighed. "You know, he might have really enjoyed puzzles when he got older… now we'll never know."

When they arrived at the cooking tent, the Howling Commandos were already there, and they waved the three over. "Captain, Sergeant, Pip-squeak! Come on, the cook was so pleased with what we got during the last raid, he's let us pinch some of his pepper… good thing too, because his cooking's not improved." Dugan whispered the last bit under his breath, mindful of the cook standing at the other side of the tent.

The pepper pot was set in the middle of the table, and as the trio sat at there, Oliver reached out in curiosity.

"You asked for it kid…" Dugan chuckled, pulling the pepper over and pouring a little bit into the palm of his hand and showing it to Oliver, who leaned in closer…. And breathed in a little too hard.

"ACHOO!"

The look of surprise and confusion on Oliver's face set everyone off laughing.

"ACHOO!"

Bucky tightened his hold on Oliver as the baby propelled himself forwards with his second sneeze. "Careful, careful, careful…" he chuckled fondly, "… you'll break your nose!"

"ACHOO!"

Aside from the chuckling of the commandos, there was silence for a few minutes, with Oliver glancing around in confusion. When he noticed that everyone was staring at him, the chuckling clearly directed at him, his face screwed up in displeasure.

"Aw, it's okay Oli…" Steve gently stroked his son's hair, "… we're not laughing at you, we swear."

There was a tense silence, where everyone believed that Oliver was going to cry anyway… before the six-month-old broke out into a toothless smile as his eye-lids started to slip shut, the time of the day finally catching up to him. A few minutes later, he was fast asleep.

Gently re-arranging the baby on his lap, Bucky couldn't help but beam at Steve, "He's gonna be just like you, you know. He'll be getting into trouble and trying to stop Hydra by the time he's crawling and walking."

"It probably won't be that bad?"

"Don't you remember what your Mom used to say? About the kids in the hospital she used to work with? The sooner they walk and talk, the sooner they're answering back and getting into trouble."

"Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll just age past all of the tough years?"

Bucky laughed at this, shaking his head, "If he' anything like you, then simple curiosity is the least of our worries. I'm gonna be grey before he's thirteen!"

Later on, as they walked back to their tent, Steve flung an arm around Bucky's shoulders in the pretence of mere friendship, "Don't worry Buck…" he whispered in his partner's ear, "… I'll still love you, even with grey hair."