I had to do quite a bit of research on this chapter…babies are not my speciality. Still not many comments or reviews…it seems to be popular though, so here we go again!

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"I don't like this Rogers…" stated Colonel Phillips as they strode through the camp, ignoring the stares of the other soldiers. Seeing Captain America holding a baby must have been a surprise after all.

Steve nodded, but before he could say anything, the Colonel continued, "…but I know you're two damn stubborn in order for me to change your mind, so listen to me!" The Colonel thrusted a finger in Steve's face, "If anyone even gets the slightest hint that the kid is yours and Barnes, created by a nutso scientist, and that you and Barnes are shacking it up in your little tent…I will not be able to help you, understand?"

Steve nodded again, "I understand Sir…what's going to happen to Howard?"

Colonel Phillips sighed and glanced back at the lab, "He's going to be under supervision at all time. I don't need him to be playing God every time he gets a little bored….I don't care if what he thinks about this latest development…I don't need any more kids running around."

Before Steve could say anything else, their attention was grabbed by Morita and Dernier rushing past with a crib in their arms. Colonel Phillips stared after them for a few seconds before shaking his head, "I don't want to know…" He marched away towards the command tent, dodging Dugan who was carrying a large box in the same direction that the last two commandos had headed towards.

Steve smiled as Falsworth followed on close behind with another, much smaller, box in his arms. Glancing down at Oliver, Steve couldn't help but grin. He couldn't believe that he was doing this…after falling into a relationship with Bucky, Steve never imagined a life without him and unsurprisingly, dreams about the future never included a child. No matter how much they may have wanted one.

"Hey Stevie!" yelled a voice from behind him. He span around and smiled at Bucky, "…Dugan and the others managed to get some pretty sweet deals from a little old lady who's children are all grown up. She seemed grateful that we were protecting her village from…those Nazi fucks, I believe were the words that were said, but Dugan could have been exaggerating. They got her whole life story…apparently she lived in Berlin all her life and when Hitler started transporting all of the Jewish people to the camps, she quickly moved away…along with all her belongings. She seems like a smart old cookie."

"How much did she give them?" Steve asked as Gabe pushed past with yet another box.

Bucky smirked, "Everything…" he held out his arms for Steve to transfer the baby over, "….clothes, toys, a crib, bottles, blankets…everything that she still had from when her youngest was still a tot. Good thing too, otherwise this would have cost us a fortune. We're stocked up until the kid turns at least eight, judging by how much was in those boxes. All we really have to buy is food…"

They began to walk over to where the commandos were depositing the boxes just as Oliver began to wail again. Steve frowned in concern, "He's not hungry again is he? Because I don't think Howard is in the best of moods for us to be borrowing his hot water supply…"

Bucky shook his head in confusion, "He shouldn't be…it was only an hour ago that I feed him the last time." He lifted Oliver up and sniffed cautiously before gasping for a breath of fresh air, "I think I found a job for Captain America!"

He handed Oliver back over to Steve and ducked back into their shared tent. Steve sniffed and instantly regretted it….then panic set in. He had no idea how to change a diaper.

"Steve?" With Oliver's wails growing even louder, it was no surprise that it had attracted the attention of Agent Carter. "Dare I ask what the matter is?"

Steve glanced at Oliver and then back at Peggy, "B-Bucky said that he needed a diaper change?"

"And left you to it…clever man" chuckled Peggy, but noticing the panicked look on her friends face, she smiled sympathetically. "Come on, I'll show you what to do….and then when Oliver needs another change, then you can show Sergeant Barnes how to do it."

Steve smirked, "Is it wrong to say that I'm looking forward to that conversation?"

"No. Think of it as revenge."

…6 months later…..

"Come on kiddo….come on, it's not that bad!" Bucky sighed as Oliver turned his face away again, protesting noises escaping his mouth. "Kid, come on, you can't have milk forever!"

"Bucky?" Bucky twisted around to look at Steve who had been helping make new plans for storming another Hydra base.

"Captain America! Maybe you can encourage Oli to and least eat another spoonful of his tea?"

Steve smirked at the exasperation in Bucky's voice and knelt down beside him to look Oli in the eye. "Hey buddy, why are you giving Bucks such a hard time...what are you feeding him anyway?"

Bucky held up a spoonful of a mushy, green substance, "Mushy peas. Now I know he's been teething, but I don't' really want to start giving him proper solids in case he chokes. Mushed up stuff seems to be fine, like he had a little bit of my jam this morning and seems fine!"

"We have jam?"

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

"…Maybe he doesn't like mushy peas. We have proper ones don't we?"

"Well, yeah. I had to mash them up after all….why?"

"Give me a few minutes."

Steve ran off to the supply tent so Bucky waited. And waited…and waited. Almost ten minutes later, Steve came rushing out, holding a small bowl of peas. "Sorry, sorry…" he apologised, "…I had to wait for them to cool down." He knelt in front of Oliver and smiled gently, "Now let's see if this works…" he cooed as he held up a small spoonful of whole, cooked peas.

Bucky scoffed, "He won't eat mushy peas, what makes you think-"He paused, his mouth opening in shock as Oliver happily allowed his Dad to feed him the whole peas. "Wha-How!?"

Steve laughed, "I hate mushy peas, but whole ones are fine…I think it's just a matter of taste."

Bucky watched as Steve continued to feed Oliver, shaking his head in disbelief. "Peas are peas, why did we get the weird kid!"

Steve frowned, "He's not weird Bucky…he just doesn't like something, is it that strange?"

Oliver finished up what he was eating and raised his hands in a silent demand to be carried. Bucky grinned and hoisted him out of the seat, "Okay, so you don't like mushy peas…I can work with that."

The small family wandered over the main cooking tent…strange as it may seem, it was one of the safest places in camp, the other being Colonel Phillip's tent and he didn't appreciate being the resident babysitter. At least with the main cooking tent, there was always somebody there to watch over Oliver.

Bucky turned to Steve with a question on his face, "I've been meaning to ask…why were there puzzle pieces all over the tent?"

Steve grimaced, "I thought that it would keep him entertained…."

"He's not even a year old Stevie, no wonder the pieces looked gummed half to death!"

Steve shrugged, "Well, they kept him occupied…just not in the way I expected, and hey, and least they helped with his teething problem!"

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed as they spotted the cooking tent, "You know, he might have enjoyed it when he was older…now we'll never know."

The Howling Commandos were already there and they waved the three over. "Captain, Sergeant, Pip! Come on, the cook's pleased with our last raid…so much that 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.

The pepper granules were clearly on a small plate in the middle of the table and whilst he was talking, Dugan had picked up a small amount between his fingers and showing it to Oliver, who seemed very intrigued by the previously unknown substance…well at least until he breathed in a little too close to it."

"Achoo!"

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

"Achoo!"

Bucky tightened his hold on Oliver has he propelled himself forwards with his second sneeze. "Careful kiddo! You don't wanna hit your head!"

"Achoo!"

Aside from the chuckles of the commandos, there was silence for a few minutes, with Oliver glancing around, a confused look on his face when he saw that everyone was staring at him. Steve gently stroked Oliver's hair as the baby's face screwed up in displeasure, "It's okay Oli, we're not laughing at you, we swear…"

Oliver stared at him for a bit before breaking out into a semi-toothless smile…then his eye lids began to slowly slip shut, the time of the day finally catching up to him. A few minutes later, he was fast asleep.

Bucky gently re-arranged him and grinned at the group, "O this is going to be fun. He's curious now, think how bad it'll be when he starts to crawl and walk!"

Steve shook his head, "I remember what my mom used to say about the children in the hospital where she worked…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 shook his head, "If he's anything like you, then simple curiosity is the least of our worries. I'll be grey before he's thirteen!"

As they walked back to their tent, Steve flung a friendly arm around Bucky's shoulders, "Don't worry Buck…" he whispered in his partner's ear, and "…I'll still love you, no matter what."