It was hard to say who was more excited about today, Steve or Oliver. Bucky smirked as he watched everyone get set up for the baseball game, that had been arranged between the villagers of the recently saved village and the commandos.

It was a piece of normality that everyone had missed since this war began. And because Oliver had never seen a baseball game, then this was an even bigger occasion.

Bucky still looked forward to the day when he could take his son to see a proper game though.

"Oliver, we're going to be late. The game's almost started!" Steve chuckled, not in his Captain America uniform for once. It had been agreed that him and Bucky wouldn't take part on account of the super serum running through their veins. It had to be fair after all.

"Sowwy Daddy, I had to go pee!"

"Again?" Steve sighed, bending down and adjusting his son's clothes, which were all twisted up, "Didn't you go ten minutes ago?"

"Daddy says pee when you can!"

Steve glanced over at Bucky, rolling his eyes as the other man smirked at him, mouthing 'bad influence' at Bucky when the other man looked over.

"Well, hopefully you won't need it again."

They took a seat next to Bucky, who had laid out a tatty blanket for them all to sit on. The toddler squirmed for several moments, twisting around to try and see everything as the finishing touches were set up for the game.

Other young children were wandering around the area, including a young girl who couldn't have been much older than Oliver himself. She practically lit up at the sight of him, tottering her way over and beaming at him.

"Jouer! Jouer!"

Oliver frowned, glancing up at his parents, "Daddy, I don't understand!"

"She want's you to play with her, kid." Bucky chuckled, "I think she likes you."

His face scrunching up in disgust, Oliver turned away from the girl and buried his face into his Dad's chest, whining when the girl tugged on his arm. When he made the mistake of pulling away to look at her, she took a chance and started to kiss his face, covering him in slobbery four-year-old kisses.

"No!" Oliver protested, "NO!"

At the toddler's scream, a frantic woman came rushing over, apologising profusely for her daughter's behaviour in French, as she pulled the little girl away.

"You didn't like that, huh kid?" Bucky smirked, "Your Daddy always made that exact same face when the dames try that on him…. Still does really."

"Bucky, you and I both know that the girls who try that nowadays, only want me because of the uniform."

Before Bucky could say anything, the game started, and they turned their attention to it. Of course, when Oliver started to cheer for the wrong team, the pair were suitably shocked.

"No, no, no!" Bucky chuckled, "We want to cheer for Dum Dum and all the commandos, remember?"

Oliver tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was listening, before the game caught his attention again and he was back to cheering for the wrong team.

….

"Well that was… fun." Bucky sighed.

Not wanting to make Oliver sad, because his favourite team had lost, the Howling Commandos and the others in that team had decided to lose with dignity. Bucky was never going to let them live it down.

"Play catch?" a small voice asked from around the general vicinity of his knees.

"Not right now kiddo." Bucky replied absently, deciding to clean his gun to keep himself busy as Steve went to discuss upcoming tactics for when they moved on. There was silence for a few moments, before the voice piped up again.

"Play catch?"

"Not now kiddo." The nephew of one of the officers walked over, wanting to ask for sniper lessons.

The "play catch" was more insistent this time around, and less of a question… almost like a demand. Really that should have been a warning.

"Play CATCH!"

A booted foot violently kicked Bucky's shin, causing him to yelp and drop his gun in surprise. "Ah! Son of a- !" He barely managed to swallow down the rest of the curse as he turned to glare at his son. Using his foot, he pushed Oliver back, making sure that the toddler didn't stumble and fall.

"Do not kick people." He ordered, "That's bad… that's very, very bad!"

Oliver pouted for a few seconds, before perking up again. "Play catch?"

"…. Don't you dare use those eyes on me."

Sad puppy eyes… something that Oliver had completely inherited from Steve and used it to his advantage.

"Alright, fine…." Bucky sighed, "… I'll play with you for a little while, but you have to promise me to stay within my sights at all times, okay?"

Yes, he caved but so would everybody else when faced with eyes like that.

"Catch?"

"Yes Oli, let's go and play catch."

"Yay!"