Alya couldn't believe her luck.

For the second time in just a few months, she found herself right back in the principal's office. And once again, she had no idea what it could possibly be about.

But she hoped that whatever it was, her principal would make it quick. Father's Day was fast approaching this weekend and Alya wanted to get home and get ready for it.

She wanted to do something special for Bucky because it was the first one they'd ever get to celebrate, but she didn't have any ideas on what to do.

For Mother's Day, she and Wanda got together and made a special breakfast for Natasha. They refused to have any help from the adults in the house because they wanted to do everything themselves. It was just pancakes and eggs, but it was thought that counted.

They went to the store and picked out some pretty decorations that they thought she might like and bought a couple of cards that she could read.

Natasha loved all of it. Everyone had managed to keep it all a secret, so that when she was finally allowed downstairs, she was met with such a wonderful surprise.

Of course, Bucky also did something special, but that was between him and Natasha.

Alya had to figure out what she wanted to do before it was too late. Father's Day was only two days away and time was ticking by.

"Ah, yes." Her principal smiled as he entered his office, sitting down behind his desk. "Ms. Barnes. You're early."

"Yeah." Alya nodded. "I have to get home soon, so I thought I'd come in early. What's this about?"

"I'm glad you asked." Murray's smile grew wider as he went through his files, pulling one out and handing it to her.

It was her transcript.

"I want you to take a look at these grades." He told her. "I had a talk with your teachers and they all agreed that you have great potential. With those scores, you are eligible to skip the next grade entirely and move on to high school."

Well, Alya certainly wasn't expecting that.

She didn't know what she was expecting exactly, but it wasn't that.

"I want you to take that home to your parents and talk about it. I know it's a very big decision to make, but it has been agreed that you more than qualify."

"You're awfully quiet today." Peter playfully bumped Alya's shoulder from his place next to her on the train.

Usually, Alya would be taking this time to talk his ear off about anything and everything. He would tell her about his day and catch her up on what was going on with him and Aunt May.

But today she was sort of staring off into space.

"What's going on?"

"Look." She handed him the folder she had been holding in her hands.

Peter quirked a brow because he knew what kind of folder it was. It was one of those manilla folders that school faculty stored in their filing cabinets.

"You didn't get expelled or something, did you?"

"No." Alya huffed as the trains wheels squeaked on the tracks below.

Peter's eyes widened and he immediately started to think of ways to get Alya out of trouble before she got home. If it was bad as she was making it out to be, then she would need all the help she could get.

But his eyes rolled when he actually read what was in the folder.

He really needed to stop listening to this girl, she was so dramatic.

"Alya, are you serious?" He gave her an unamused look. "I thought something was wrong."

"Something is wrong." Alya insisted.

She didn't really understand why Peter wasn't understanding her obvious problem with the situation.

"Why?" Peter looked down to read the file again. "It says here, that you're eligible to skip the eighth grade and go on to the ninth because of your GPA. Alya, this is amazing."

"Really?" She looked up at him with hope in her eyes.

She didn't truly believe that it was a bad thing, in fact, she was just a little nervous about how everyone else would react.

"Sure." He nodded and handed the file back to her. "But what do you think?"

"I'm a little proud of myself…..is that bad?"

"Of course not. You should be proud. You must've worked really hard for this." He complimented. "I'm proud of you."

"You are?"

"Sure I am." He grinned. "In fact, I think I'll get you some pizza just to celebrate."

That seemed to ease Alya's nerves and she mirrored his smile. "You're not annoyed that I might be going to school with you next year?" She gently elbowed his side.

"Why would I be?"

He definitely wasn't going to be one of those teenagers that did their best to protect their reputation while neglecting their siblings in the process.

Alya really had nothing to be afraid of.

"You really want you little sister tagging along everywhere? First Europe, now this?"

"I think I can manage. If anyone asks, I'll just make like I don't know you." He teased.

That got Alya to laugh and her shoulders bounced as her stress levels dropped. "You're horrible."

"Hey, I try my best."

"Hi, Mama." Alya greeted once she got home from school. "Hi, Wanda."

"Hi, Alya." Wanda waved.

"How was school?" Natasha asked the child, smiling when Alya walked over to sit with her on the couch, plopping down on her lap.

"It was okay." The twelve year old shrugged, omitting key details. "I rode the train with Peter. He says, 'hi'."

"That was nice of him." The redhead smoothed down some flyaways in Alya's hair. "Are you hungry?"

"No." She shook her head. "Peter got me a sandwich. Where's Papa?"

"He's upstairs sparring with Uncle Steve and Yelena."

"Good." Alya let out the breath she had been holding.

"What, are you hiding from him or something?" Natasha chortled at her daughter's obvious relief.

"No." She shook her head. "I just don't know what to do."

"About what?"

"Father's Day is on Sunday, Mama." She deadpanned.

"I know that, smarty pants." Natasha gave her a love tap. "What's the trouble? I'm sure he'll love anything you come up with."

"Yeah, but this year has to be special."

"Why's that?"

"Because it's the first one." Alya explained. "I can't just get him a card. That's boring."

"I see what you mean." Natasha nodded. She could understand why Alya was in such a frenzy. She just wanted to make the day as special as possible. "Do you have any ideas?"

"No." Alya crossed her arms. "I don't have any money to get him anything because I spent it all on cards and I don't know how to draw, so I can't make him anything."

"What if you just spent time with him?" Wanda suggested. "He loves hanging out with you and you guys can watch movies and look at pictures from the old photo album, or walk around the city. Quality time is better than presents, no?"

"That's a great idea, Wanda."

"Yeah!" Alya perked up, throwing herself in Wanda's arms. "Thank you, Sissy!"

"Alya." Wanda groaned at the nickname. She told Alya time and time again, not to call her that, but she kept on doing it.

It looked like it was going to stick and she couldn't stand it.

"I gotta go!"

"That little girl is a whirlwind." The teen commented dryly.

They were so working on new nicknames the minute they had time to do so.

After hearing Wanda's suggestion, Alya got an idea of her own.

Bucky liked to tell her stories about him and his family from when he was a kid. She loved hearing them, but she always noticed a certain look of sadness in his eyes whenever he'd tell them.

And that gave her a thought.

He didn't have any pictures or anything to look at and remind him of those times. She knew that whenever she was feeling a little sad, she liked to look back on all the pictures that were taken through the years. They always brought a smile to her face.

It was a long shot, but she wondered if Bucky's family was still in New York. Rebecca was so much younger than he was, so there was a chance that she had kids or grandkids who lived around the area. If she did, then she might have albums just laying around somewhere that she could have.

But first, Alya had to find out if anyone was around.

And the best person to ask, was Yelena.

She was so good at finding people and Alya knew that if anyone could find something, it was her.

Yelena was happy to help and immediately opened up her laptop and typed in what little bit of information Alya had.

To her luck, the blonde did find someone.

Rebecca Barnes.

She was the only living sibling of Bucky's and she resided in Brooklyn, not too far away.

Now, Alya heard so many stories about how similar she and Rebecca were from both Bucky and Steve. She felt as if she already knew the woman and was a little excited to finally be able to meet her.

So, as soon as she had all the necessary information to move forward, Yelena offered to take her to see the woman, promising to keep her distance to make Alya feel as if she were doing this independently.

And that's how she ended up here, at Rebecca's apartment door.

2B.

She took a deep breath, building up enough courage to knock on the door and lifted her hand, allowing her knuckles to rap against the heavy wood.

She could hear shuffling going on on the other side, but other than that, it was pretty quiet.

Finally, she heard the locks on the doors being turned and the door opened, revealing a young woman who looked to be in her twenties.

She had very dark hair and blue eyes.

And a frown that made Alya think she didn't care to have much company.

"May I help you?" She questioned, looking down at her while tapping her foot to show her impatience.

"Um….yeah." Alya cleared her throat. "I…I was wondering if you knew a Rebecca Barnes."

"You're lookin' at her, kid." Rebecca narrowed her eyes, making Alya take a step back. "Who wants to know?"

"Um, well…." Alya scratched the back of her neck. This was going to be really weird to talk about. "I'm Alya."

She probably should've prepared something to say before she even got here.

"Look, if you're here to try and sell me something, you can forget it." Rebecca glared. "I don't need any perfume or cookies."

"That's not why I'm here." Alya shook her head. "James Barnes is my father."

She inwardly cringed at how blunt that had come out, but she couldn't think of a better way to say it.

That made Rebecca pause for a minute and she dropped the glare off of her face.

Was this kid serious?

The last she heard about her brother, was he was KIA in WWII and that was it. She had no clue that he was alive or that he had even been found.

"If you're lying to me..." She'd been through more than enough. If this was some sort of sick joke, she was going to be very upset.

"I'm not!" Alya pulled her father's dog tags out of her pocket, having asked to borrow them earlier that day. Bucky didn't even question it and handed them over. "Look!"

Rebecca took the tags from her and read the carefully branded letters over and over until she practically had them memorized and her eyes blurred with tears.

How could this be?

"Come in." She stepped aside, allowing Alya in the apartment before she closed the door behind her. "Sit down."

It was a small studio apartment. It didn't look very lived in, almost like Rebecca moved around a lot and never really put down roots. There were no pictures on the walls, no dishes in the sink, and the walls weren't painted over.

Alya noticed she was pointing to the couch and sat down, waiting for the woman to join her.

"I'm sorry I was so impolite." Rebecca apologized. "A lot has happened and it's made me very wary of strangers…..no matter their size."

But that was a story for another time.

"It's okay." Alya smiled. "I understand."

"I knew nothing about you." The woman continued, still a little skeptical. "If I had, I would've….."

"I know."

"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you here for?"

"Papa told me a lot about you. He says I'm a lot like you."

"He talks about me?"

"Sure!" Alya nodded. "He told me you had a monkey named 'Henry' and you loved 'Curious George' like me. He says he thinks that I look like you, but I think you look like him."

Rebecca was finding it harder and harder not to believe the child in front of her. Who else would know silly little details like that? That wasn't something you could research.

Maybe she really was Bucky's.

She certainly did look like him.

"It's Father's Day tomorrow." Alya decided to come clean. "And I don't really have anything special I can give him. I thought that you might have some pictures I could show him, because he gets really sad sometimes and he doesn't have anything to look back on."

"I think I can help you out with that." Rebecca cracked the first smile Alya had seen from her so far and she stood up, walking to the hall closet before pulling out a hat box and placing it in Alya's lap. "I kept these pictures and made too many copies…..I don't really know why. Maybe I was hoping to be reunited with my family someday."

Alya opened the hat box and found more pictures than she could ever know what to do with!

"Here." Rebecca picked up a pile that was being held together by a rubber band. "You can have these."

"Really?"

"Sure." She shrugged. "I'm sure he'll be happy to see them."

"Papa."

Bucky groaned and pretended to be asleep. He loved Alya, but he did not like her early morning wake up calls.

It was the weekend, when was she going to learn to sleep in?

"Daddy, wake up, please." She spoke politely, climbing up onto his bed to sit on top of him. "It's important."

Her hands pulled the covers off of his face and she used her pointer finger to poke his cheek, not allowing him to go back to sleep.

"It better be." His voice was gruff from its lack of use during the nighttime hours.

"It is." She assured him as he sat up to look at her.

"What?" If it wasn't so early, he would be a lot more pleasant.

"Happy Father's Day." She leaned over to kiss his cheek before handing him the card she got for him.

Bucky's face softened as he opened the envelope to read the card, a loving smile crossing his features.

How sweet of her.

It almost made up for the fact that she woke him up at the crack of dawn.

"Thank you, Babydoll." He pulled her in for a hug.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"You have a really big day today." She told him as a matter of factly. "Mama's taking you out for breakfast and I have a surprise."

She was so proud of herself for this one and she couldn't hide it.

"Oh really?"

"Yup. So you have to get out of bed." Alya slid off of him and onto the ground before she sobered up. "Papa, can I ask you something?"

She had something on her mind, but she wasn't sure how he would take it. But it was worth trying.

"Anything."

"Today's Father's Day."

"Sure is." He smiled, wondering where she was going with this.

"I didn't just get you a card." She chewed her lip, looking up at him with those big, doe eyes of hers.

"Oh yeah?"

"I got one for Uncle Steve, too." She admitted softly as if she was afraid he'd be offended. "He's kinda like another daddy. He's always here, he gives me hugs and kisses like you, and he loves me…."

"All of that is true." Bucky didn't hesitate to agree and put her out of her misery.

"Can I give him the card?" She tilted her head.

"I would be so upset if you didn't." He winked, easing her nerves.

"Really? You're not mad?"

"I know you and your Uncle Steve are very close. Why would that make me mad? Now go wake him up like you did me."

"Okay!"

Bucky laughed to himself as he watched Alya sprint out of his room, no doubt, rushing to go pounce on Steve.

He was so mean for suggesting it, but if Steve wanted to share some 'dad' responsibilities, Bucky was going to make sure he got the full experience.

"Uncle Steve?" Alya knocked on the door of the man's room. "Uncle Steve, wake up!"

Why was everyone still asleep? The sun was coming up!

"Alya, it's too early for this." Steve grouched once he opened the door. "Someone better be bleeding or something better be on fire."

The one day he decided to sleep in to get a little extra rest, this little girl wanted to foil all his plans.

This better be good.

Even Steve Rogers lacked patience when his sleep was interrupted.

"I brought you something." She smiled as if she wasn't the reason why he was annoyed.

"Can't it wait?"

"No." She shook her head. "It's important."

"Alright. What is it?"

"Here!" She handed him the envelope, bouncing on the balls of her feet as he opened it and read what was in the card.

"Alya….." He felt a little bad for being sharp with her now. All she wanted to do was give him this cute little card.

He was honored to accept it. He really did love Alya and he tried his hardest to show her that every single day.

It looked like the message was well received.

"You were my first friend here and you were here when Papa couldn't be." Alya explained her reasonings. "You don't have any kids, but you can have me. Happy Father's Day!"

It took every muscle in Steve's face to prevent him him bursting into a pool of tears as he lifted Alya up onto his hip and held her close, cradling her head.

But his muscles failed him, because Alya could swear she felt a few tears on her skin.

"Are we expecting company?" Natasha asked when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

"Not that I know of." Bucky shrugged, standing up to go and answer the door.

And when he opened it, his jaw immediately dropped.

"Becca?"

"Hi, Bucky." She smiled.

Bucky's mouth opened and shut several times before he threw all caution to the wind and pulled his sister in for a hug.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His sister was actually standing in his doorway and he was holding her in his arms.

But how?

She should've been near her eighties by now, but she only looked a bit older than Wanda. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask her, but for now, he was content in just cherishing the moment.

When they both pulled away, Rebecca caught sight of Steve and pulled him in for a hug as well.

It was so good to see them again!

"I, uh, just wanted to stop by to see if it was true." She spoke as they broke apart.

She couldn't sleep, tossing and turning the entire night as she tried to rationalize what was going on in her head.

"I'm here." Bucky grinned, his eyes lighting up in a way no one had seen in a very long time.

He led her into the house and motioned for her to sit down on the couch after Wanda made room for her.

"Who's this?" Natasha smiled, interested to know who their new guest was.

"This is my sister, Rebecca." Bucky introduced her to everyone, hoping they wouldn't ask any questions. "Rebecca, this is Wanda and Yelena." He pointed out as they waved. "That's Natasha, my…..girlfriend."

Calling Natasha his 'girlfriend' felt great to say and he couldn't wait before he was able to call her his 'wife'.

Natasha winked and sent Rebecca a very warm look. "It's nice to finally meet you."

She definitely had her questions, but now was not the time.

"Same here."

"And this is Alya, our daughter."

Alya subtly shook her head, indicating that she didn't want Rebecca to tell Bucky anything, but the woman only smirked, letting her know she was going to spill the beans.

Alya had done a nice thing and her father should know about it.

"Actually." Rebecca turned her attention back to her brother. "We've already met."

"What?"

"Uh oh." Alya climbed onto Wanda's lap, knowing that she had just been sold out.

Everyone's eyes were on her and she couldn't stand it.

She didn't care for that kind of attention, especially with Yelena just snickering at her expense.

"She stopped by the apartment yesterday." She spoke nonchalantly. "She told me who she was, but I didn't believe her at first. Your kid is very persuasive."

"Don't I know it." Bucky raised a brow at his daughter.

"Don't look at her like that." Rebecca gently slapped his arm. "She wanted to do something sweet for you today."

Alya fiddled with the little present she put together for her father that was wrapped very messily, giving away that she had done it herself. "It was Wanda's idea."

"Me?" Wanda turned the child around to face her.

"Yeah, you said we could look at pictures and then I got the idea."

"What idea, Alya?" Bucky was only growing more and more confused as they kept trying to explain.

"Here." She handed him the sloppy presented gift.

"I love this wrapping paper." He made it a point to praise her efforts as he tore the gift open.

Alya found an empty album just lying around and decided to fill it with all the pictures that Rebecca gave her before she wrapped it up to make it look like a present.

"Baby….."

A big smile planted itself on Rebecca's face as she watched him flip through all the pages of the album, going picture by picture.

"That's what she came to me for." She told him. "I think she wanted you to have something to look back on whenever you needed it."

Bucky was rendered speechless for a few seconds as he tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say.

He wasn't expecting any gifts from Alya today. Which was why he was so happy with the card she brought him earlier. It was so cute and he loved that she thought of him when picking it out.

But seeing all the pictures he thought were gone and even some he had completed forgotten about, brought tears to his eyes.

"Thank you." He broke his silence, cupping her chin. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"James?" Wanda knocked on his door as he was putting his cards and gifts away before dinner.

It was now or never. She needed to speak to him and it couldn't wait any longer.

There was no room for chickening out.

"Come in, Wanda." He smiled and waved her over. "What's up? Is dinner ready?"

"Almost, but that's not what I came to talk to you about."

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at how serious her tone was and sat down on his bed, patting the space beside him so she could do the same.

She looked like she had a lot on her mind.

"What's wrong, kiddo?"

"I just wanted to give you this." She handed him a card of her own. "Happy Father's Day."

"Thank you." He smiled and opened it up to read it.

Thank you for inviting me into your family. For the past several months, we've gotten to know each other and I couldn't be happier. You treat me the same as you do Alya, but it makes me feel special, like I belong.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

With love, Wanda.

For my dad.

Wanda picked at her nails in anticipation while Bucky took the time to read the card. She hoped that he would like it. But she was a little afraid that it might make him feel uncomfortable. This was a really big step and it could go terribly wrong.

Finally, Bucky looked up at her with a silly grin on his face.

"It's not much." Wanda stammered. "But I—"

"—All you had to do was ask, Wanda." He chuckled. "I would be honored."

"C-Can I call you…?" She couldn't quite get the word out, but he knew exactly what she meant.

"I would love that."

Wanda gasped and threw her arms around his neck, feeling warmer than she had in years when he returned the gesture.

"She's had a long couple of days." Yelena commented as she watched Natasha cradle Alya in her arms.

The twelve year old fell fast asleep after all the festivities were done and had been knocked out ever since.

"How'd she find Rebecca anyway?" Natasha questioned, pressing a gentle kiss to Alya's forehead as the child snored softly.

She knew there was no way that Alya could've done this by herself, so she must've had help. Since she didn't help her, that only left Yelena.

"She came to me and I couldn't say no." The blonde shrugged. "I kept an eye on her the entire time."

"Thank you."

Natasha knew that Yelena would never put Alya in harm's way, so she wasn't exactly worried about that. She completely trusted her sister to do what she thought was best when she wasn't around herself.

"It was no big deal." Yelena waved the redhead off as the conversation took too much of an emotional turn for her liking. "She would've thrown a fit or something if I hadn't, so I figured this way was easier."

"Sure." Natasha tittered. "Goodnight."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Yelena stood up and gave her a hug before kissing Alya's cheek. "You stay out of trouble."

When she turned to straighten up, she noticed that Rebecca was making her way over to them. She had been watching them interact with a look of amusement on her face. Yelena didn't really know her, but so far, she kind of liked her and thought they had the potential to be good friends.

Still, she would keep an eye on her for the time being.

"James was really happy to see you." Natasha commented once her sister left the room.

"Oh, I was happy to see him."

"I can tell." Natasha smiled, watching how the young woman was looking at her and Alya. "Would you like to hold her?"

"Me?"

"There isn't anyone else here."

"I don't know anything about kids. I was the youngest." Rebecca's eyes widened in panic. "I've never held anyone. Everyone was always holding me."

"Well, then it's about time you learned. She's not a baby, you're not gonna break her." Natasha chuckled, standing up. "Sit down."

Rebecca hesitated before she took her place in the armchair so that Natasha could place Alya in her arms. She so surprised to find that for her age, Alya was as light as a feather.

At first, the child stirred and she froze, hoping she hadn't done anything to disturb her. But Alya quickly settled again, her fingers reaching up to play with Rebecca's blouse.

"Not bad for a first-timer." Natasha teased before Wanda called her for attention.

"Nat?" The teen whispered, lingering by the stairs, not really wanting to cut their conversation short.

"Hm?"

"I need to talk to you."

Uh oh.

"Alright." Natasha nodded, turning her attention back towards Rebecca. "Are you okay here?"

"Uh, yeah." Rebecca decided she wanted to hold Alya for a little longer. "Go ahead."

"I'll be right upstairs if you need me. The remote's right next to you, put on whatever you want to watch."

"Okay, thanks."

She watched the two disappear into one of the bedrooms and looked back down at Alya, taking one of her hands in her own. They had just met yesterday and already, Rebecca felt some sort of connection to her.

"We didn't really get off on the right foot, kid." She stroked the back of Alya's hand with her thumb. "Maybe I should introduce myself again. I'm your daddy's little sister, Rebecca, which I guess, would make me your aunt. But can you do me a favor? Don't call me that, it makes me feel old. We can come up with cool nicknames for each other later, but for now, I just wanted to tell you, that it's very nice to meet you and thank you for bringing me back to my brother."

Alya rested her head against Rebecca's chest, even in her sleep, sensing that the woman was talking and wanting to be soothed by the vibrations of her voice.

"You know, when I was a kid, I threw such a fit when I heard my brother say that he wanted kids. I was the baby of the family and I didn't want anyone taking that title from me. It looks like you did, but I don't think I mind so much anymore."

"You're spoiled." Bucky made his way downstairs with a smirked, having caught the last bit of what Rebecca was saying. "The both of you."

"It's not our fault we're cute." Rebecca shot back, matching his grin.

They were going to be alright now.

They had each other.

"What did you need to talk to me about, honey?" Natasha questioned once they were safely behind the four walls of Wanda's room.

She was hoping that this wasn't going to be an emotionally taxing conversation. But more than that, she hoped that everything was okay with Wanda.

The teen was very quiet and introverted most of the time, but Natasha knew that Alya wasn't the only one having nightmares in the house.

But she never confronted Wanda, she didn't want to make her feel embarrassed or self-conscious. She just made sure that the girl knew she was always there for her.

"I asked James if I could call him, 'Dad'." Wanda blurted before she could stop herself.

"Oh." Natasha was a little taken aback. "Okay."

She tried to swallow the hurt that was rising in her chest. Wanda had told her that she didn't view her as a mother a while ago, but she asked James to be her father.

It stung.

"He said I could and I wanted to ask you if I could call you, 'Mom', but I was afraid that you'd say no because I told you that's not how I see you, but I lied!"

"I see." Apparently, she spoke too soon.

"Because I do see you like that! I always have! But I was scared to get close to you because I didn't want to lose you, but now I can't take it anymore and I just want you to be my mom!"

Now that it was out in the open, Wanda felt a whole lot better. She should try this honesty thing more often, it was liberating.

"Wanda—" Natasha tried to speak, but she couldn't get a word in.

Wanda was on a roll.

"—I don't want to make Alya jealous or anything and if it's too much, I can forget the whole thing—"

"—Wanda, stop!" Natasha interrupted her, watching her shoulders heave up and down from her heavy breathing. "I would love for you to call me 'Mom'. You've always been my kid."

"Seriously?" Poor Wanda looked like a feather would knock her over.

"Seriously. Come here." Natasha pulled her in for a hug.

Wanda visibly relaxed once she was in Natasha's arms and she rested her chin on her shoulder. She had deprived herself of this because she was too afraid of losing it all again. It was hard to say goodbye to her parents and then to Pietro, so she thought that by closing herself off, she'd be protecting herself.

But now she was beginning to realize that isolating herself really hadn't helped at all. It only made her feel worse.

But it was all in the past now.

It was time to move forward in her new place in this family.

And she couldn't be any happier.

She felt whole again.

Bonus Scene:

"You've had quite a day." Natasha spoke between kisses. "How do you feel?"

"Loved." Bucky mirrored her actions, wrapping his arms around her waist as she wrapped her around his neck. "Very loved."

"Good. That was the goal." She bit her lip teasingly as she pulled away mid-kiss. "We've been living together for a while."

"Sure." Bucky continued to kiss her as she talked.

That had been a very random statement, but maybe she was going somewhere with it.

"We've been together for a while."

"Sure have."

"Marry me."

That got Bucky to stop in his tracks. "What?"

If he was eating, he was sure he would've choked.

"Marry me."

"Don't you think it's a little soon? I mean, it's not that I don't want to, I do, but are you sure? I don't want to push you into anything, Talia."

"It's not too soon." Natasha shook her head. "Our lives have been mapped out for us for too long, let's be impulsive for once. The snap put everything into perspective. Let's not wait anymore. I love you and you love me. Let's get married."

"Okay." Bucky agreed. He had never seen Natasha like this, but he kind of liked it. "Let's get married. But where?"

"We can do a City Hall wedding, nothing big to attract attention." Natasha shrugged. That was the Natasha Bucky knew and loved. "That way, we can legally get married and then adopt Wanda in one clean sweep."

"Sounds good to me, Doll." Bucky began to kiss her again, this time, with Natasha allowing her lips to meet his again. "Sounds good to me."

Who knew that this Father's Day was going to be the day that would change everything?