This chapter contains dubious medical knowledge and child injury, so be warned!

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"HYDRA! HYDRA AGENTS INCOMING FROM THE NORTH!"

Steve and Bucky shot up out of their bed as the cries of the watchmen shattered through the peace and quiet of the camp. The cry had also woken Oliver up, who began to wail at the suddenness of it all.

"Bucky!" yelled Steve, "Keep an eye on Oliver, we can't risk bringing him out of the tent…not if Hydra are so close."

Bucky began to protest, only to be stopped in his tracks as Steve held up a commanding finger "Don't argue with me on this Buck! Please, just stay here!"

It took a few seconds, but Bucky finally nodded to show that he understood. Steve smiled thankfully before grabbing his shield and rushing out of the tent. Once he was gone, Bucky quickly overturned the two cots that he and Steve had pushed together, before lifting Oliver out of the crib and overturning that as well…well after grabbing Oliver's tattered teddy bear.

Once he had built a suitable fortress within the tent, Bucky held Oliver close to him, softly soothing him as the sounds of gunshots started within the camp. "It's okay kiddo…it's okay, everything is gonna be okay."

They hid behind the cots for quite a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the fight getting closer and closer to their tent. Suddenly the tent was ripped apart by gunshots as someone open fired on the tent. Oliver screamed as bullets began to strike the metal frames of the cots, shredding the blankets and mattresses. To be honest, Bucky was quite close to joining him…if it wasn't for the rifle that lay beside them. Gently placing Oliver on the ground, Bucky grabbed the rifle and peeked over the top of the bunks just as Hydra began to reload.

"Gotcha…" he muttered as he spotted shadows moving outside of the tent…unfriendly shadows. Aiming carefully, he was able to take out two agents before the third one had managed to reload. Ducking down again, Bucky gently picked up Oliver and smiled at him, "See honey, Mom-I mean Papa's got it all under control!"

Oliver continued to wail, not even responding to Bucky's attempts at soothing him. Not even Bucky making his teddy dance in front of him could calm him down. Bucky frowned as the gunshots suddenly cut off, "See, it's over. No more loud noises…"

Hearing the tent door rustle as it was opened, Bucky quickly peeked his head over the top of the cots only to sigh in relief when he saw Steve…Oliver continued to scream. "Oh, thank god…" sighed Bucky, "…he won't stop screaming! I know it's the first time this has happened, but nothing is working!"

Steve frowned in concern as he bent down to lift Oliver into his own arms, wincing as Oliver's screams increased in volume. The reason for this soon became clear…On Oliver's right side, his red all-in-one was turning a darker shade of red. Gently, Steve unbuttoned Oliver's pyjamas and eased them down, only to rush out closely followed by Bucky a few seconds late. "STEVE! WHAT IS IT!?"

"OLI'S BEEN HIT!"

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They were lucky really. A bullet, which had passed though the tent earlier in the fight, had only grazed Oliver's upper right side. The camp doctor stitched him up and informed Steve and Bucky (matter of factly) that had the bullet been any further to the left, then it might have hit his liver.

Bucky felt horrible. Oliver had been given a reasonable dose of painkillers and was now happily asleep, but despite Steve offering, Bucky wouldn't hold him. How could he when Oli had been hurt in his care!? Steve quickly re-arranged the tent to the way that it was and pushed the two cots together. The tent had been replaced, as had the mattresses and blankets, however, they were still short one crib which had been shredded during the fight. Steve turned to face Bucky, who had curled up on the cot next to the tent wall, his back facing Steve and Oliver.

Steve frowned before attempting to start a conversation, "Looks like we may have to get another crib. The next village should have one, but he'll have to sleep with us for the time being."

Silence.

Steve settled on the second cot, next to Bucky, and gently placed Oliver on his chest so that he could continue to sleep. "It wasn't your fault you know…"

"I should have been quicker…" muttered Bucky.

"Bucky, you did the right thing! If you hadn't have moved the cots, then both you and Oliver would be dead!"

"But-"

"No buts soldier!" Steve gently encouraged Bucky to turn over and face them. Once he had, Steve pointed at Oliver, who was oblivious to the tense conversation, "…look at him Bucky. He's okay and he's gonna remain okay. The only ones who should be blamed for this are Hydra!"

Bucky remained silent for a few minutes before nodding, "Okay…I'm not saying you're totally right Stevie…but you may have a point. I'm just not sure that he particularly wants me to be holding him!"

Steve scoffed, gently lifting Oliver up off his own chest and placing him on Bucky's, despite his lover's protests. Bucky remained very still for a few seconds before relaxing, smiling softly as Oliver blearily snuffled as he was disturbed. The one year old, slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head to stare at Bucky, who couldn't help but chuckle….the glazed look in Oliver's eyes told them that the painkillers were still having an effect on his tiny body.

Oliver dopily grinned at Bucky and patted his hand on the chest beneath him. "Sssshhhh Momma…" the baby murmured before his head fall back onto Bucky's chest and he fell fast asleep again. Bucky could feel his eyes growing hot as tears began to build up within them. Steve grinned at the happy look on Bucky's face which Bucky caught out of the corner of his eye.

"Shut up punk…" he muttered, quickly rubbing his eyes, "…there's an eyelash in my eye!"

"Both of them?"

"…Punk!"

"Jerk."

Bucky was about to reply…until he felt a sudden, wet warmth on his chest. He grimaced in disgust, "Steve…please tell me that the doc put a diaper on the kid."

Judging by the look on Steve's face, Bucky took the answer to be a no. He sighed wearily as the smell of urine hit his nose.

"The next task on our list is potty training this kid….this jacket was my best!"

"I thought the blue one was?"

"Okay so this is my second best…the point is, Oliver needs to be potty trained and soon. Diapers aren't exactly cheap you know!"

Steve grinned, "Well, just so you know….that's not a job for Captain America!"