James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, born on March 10th in 1917. Ranked Sargant in WW II, fighting as right hand alongside Captain America and the Howling Commandoes. Kidnapped and brainwashed, former Winter soldier and assassin. Revived and brought back to Wakanda where he’s known as the White Wolf. A single parent of a one-year-old daughter.
Never had he thought that there would be so many things he could be described as. Especially after being cleared of the words, he would never have thought to be a dad. But he is, and he is proud of it. The moment he was taken out of his cryo and declared healed in the best possible way he had immediately asked for his child. He still remembers the surprised looks on the faces of Steve, Sam, Tony, and T’Challa. No one ever had known that he had a child, hell, even he hadn’t known. He heard just days before Steve found him and brought him away. After he got himself away from hydras steady tight grip he had run, never stopping for long, though, there were the occasional cities he thought himself save in. And once in a while, he had a hook-up or two. Nothing serious. Or so he thought. One day, one of his hook-ups had tracked him down in his makeshift home and told him that she was, in fact, pregnant and that it was his child. She had wanted to get rid of it but he had begged her not to, really intending on raising the child. But things had turned out differently. Steve had found him, the Civil War happened and he got transferred to Wakanda. So, naturally, the first thing he thought of after getting rid of the words and all was his kid. Tony had actually done the searching. It had taken a week or two and while Tony was looking Bucky had a hard difficulty settling down in the compound with Steve and Sam. He was always worried that his baby would have been giving away with no chance for him to see it and take care of it. Or worse. His hook-up had gone through the abortion after all.
Two weeks after Tony had found her. Bucky remembers being delighted and nervous. She had been put into child service and Forster care until they found the father so he quickly called and settled everything. In the progress Bucky found out that the mother of his daughter had deceased at her birth, complications had arrived but the girl was fine. She actually had filed him as a father but they still needed to go through a paternity test to be sure. After talking to the Forster parents, some supervised visits, and many paperwork he was finally allowed to bring his baby girl home. Little Y/N really looks like him with her soft curls and gentle-looking eyes. She stares at him for minutes before starting to grin at him with the sweetest smile Bucky had ever seen. He loves her already and wants to give her whatever he can.
The first few weeks had been tough though. They had to get to know each other and get comfortable, Bucky had to adjust to living as a human being again and as a parent too. It was a lot but it worked out.
Now Bucky sits on the couch his sleeping child in his arms, the other gazing at him now and then. He looks down at her with a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss against her hair. “I love you.”