Wanna meet my kid?
When Sam came home that night he found Y/N sitting on the couch. She was holding a young girl to her chest, three teen boys were huddled around them. All four of the kids were sleeping.
“Hey” Sam said, softly. Well he was a little tipsy, so perhaps it wasn’t that soft, but it didn’t matter, because no one woke up.
Y/N looked up from the TV, “Oh hey Sam.” Her eyes were red and swollen, a clear sign she had been crying, again.
Before Sam could ask about it she said, “They just miss him so much, so much Sam.” Tears started forming in her eyes. “And I’m- I’m trying I really, really am. I don’t- I just- I can’t let them down. I am all they have left. And the boys, they just don’t like me. They didn’t even wanna have dinner with me. They never do. This all just sucks so much.” The tears were now flooding and her breathing became more and more hitched with ever sentence she spoke.
Sam sat down on the table infront of Y/N. “C’mon kid, they’re 17. They don’t want to have dinner with anyone that isn’t one of their friends. You don’t have to be their friend. You just have to make them, don’t give those little assholes a choice.”
“But I am not their mom, Sam. They like to remind me of that all too much.”
“Look I am not saying it’s easy. It’s not, but right now you’re the only parental figure they have left. So don’t take their bullshit. Put them in their place.”
“But what if they don’t listen?”
“Then no dinner for them,” Sam said, he couldn’t possibly phantom how hard this was for Y/N. He didn’t have kids, but he would be there every step of the way. They would figure it out together. Just like he and Bucky had done many times before.
For a moment they sat there in silence. It wasn’t awkward, not at all. It was that good kind of silence. The ‘We got this’ silence.
Y/N was the one to break it. “You know why all the kids are downstairs?”
Sam shook his head. It’s one A.M, they should at the very least be upstairs, in their beds.
“Well I was watching this movie called ‘Me before You’. It’s this insanely amazing love story, one without a happy ending. I was crying because me and Buck used to watch it all the time. God I should really quit crying about everything that reminds me of him. It’s been six months already.”
Sam put his hand on Y/N knee, “Yes it’s only been six month since you lost your husband and grieve knows no time line. So don’t you dare be so hard on yourself.”
“I know, I know,” she sighed. “But okay so I was watching that movie and crying. Apparently Anna was up and crying, because Brandon brought her down. So he saw me having my mental breakdown. Didn’t say anything, just handed me the baby and left. So I figured I freaked him out. Which, I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been acting like I have my shit together lately and so seeing me like that was probably upsetting. Well 10 minutes later all three of the boys came downstairs.” She took a moment to breath and looked at the boys laying on the couch. Alex on her shoulder and Brandon and Caleb on top of each other on the other side.
“At first they didn’t say anything, they just sat next to me. I didn’t say anything either, didn’t want to ruin the moment and then with the smallest voice ever Caleb asked me why I was crying. God that kid has a heart of gold. So I told him this movie reminded me of his dad. After that they watched the rest of the movie with me and told me all about these amazing adventures they had with Bucky when they were younger. This is probably the first moment I have ever had with those boys were they willingly spend time with me.”
The way Y/N talked about the experience made Sam smile. He knew exactly how hard it had been for her to even try and form a bond with them. Over the past 4,5 years it had gotten a shit load better, sure, but after Bucky died it was as if for every step they took forward they had suddenly been thrown 10 back.
“See they don’t hate you” He chuckled. “They’ll probably continue to be little assholes, they are their fathers sons after all.”
Sanne smirked, “God you really are an asshole sometimes Wilson. Really know how to ruin a moment.”
-
The next day, due to lack of a baby sitter and Sam having to work, Y/N was forced to take Anna to school with her.
Alex had offered to take her to school with him, multiple times, he really loved his baby sister. An offer Y/N had kindly refused. His grades had been slipping for a while now and she wasn’t about to make it even worse by allowing him to take a whole ass baby to school.
With only thirty minutes left before class started, the kids started to slowly fill the classroom. Well most of them ran straight to the desk where the baby seat was standing.
“Wow miss Barnes is this your baby?” One asked.
“Yes.”
Another, “What is his name?”
“Her name is Anna.”
“Why is Anna here, miss Barnes?”
“Because I couldn’t I don’t have a baby sitter and my friend Sam had to work.” Y/N explained.
“Your friend Sam, huh?”
The sudden sound of an adult voice made Y/N jump around and almost slap the man standing behind her.
“Jesus- TONY,” she was about to complain, but then noticed it was Tony Stark. Without a second thought she threw her arms around the older mans neck, pulling him close. “God T it’s been way too long.”
“Well you never did call.” Tony said, he ran his hand up and down Y/N back. They hadn’t seen each other since the funeral…
Y/N let go from the hug. “I know,” she said, giving Tony an apologetic smile. “Wanna meet my kid?”
“Is that even a question?”
-
Steve had barely slept the entire night. Most of it was spend thinking about Bucky and how he never went to see him again. How he should have, how he promised that just because he moved away didn’t mean they’d never see each other again.
How he really screwed up.
Sam had told him all about this advanced weapon crap they were doing with Stark Enterprises, how Bucky had offered to go along to Afghanistan for the test run. How that had quite literally blown up in his face.
How after 5 years of no longer being send out to fight in the war, Bucky Barnes decided to do one last run. He wasn’t even going to fight, he would just try out some new weapons. It wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. No one could possibly get hurt.
But something did go wrong.
Something about a burned trough censor. One mishap. One casualty. One life lost. Bucky’s life lost.
So imagine Steve’s surprise when he dropped Luke off to class and saw Y/N hugging with the head of Stark enterprises, Tony Stark.
It took everything in him to not walk over there right now and beat the crap out of that man. He almost did it, but then he saw her face. The small, smile on her lips. The way she turned around to show him something on the table.
Wow is that a baby?
Steve couldn’t help himself and walked over there.
Y/N was just turning around holding the little kid in her arms. Her eyes met Steve’s as she looked up. “Hey,” She said, softly, her attention immediately going back to Stark. “She has his eyes.”
“Your everything else.” Tony said, his finger running over the full check of the baby. “Her name is Anna right?”
Y/N nodded. “Yes, don’t ask why I couldn’t tell you. Bucky kept on suggesting it.”
“Miss Potts and I wanted to visit, we just never found the time. Sorry, she’s adorable though.”
“Tony it’s okay, really” Y/N said, but something in the way she said it made Steve feel like it wasn’t really okay.
He knew he should probably walk away, just ask about the kid later or never. “Bucky had a kid?” Jesus he could never just keep his stupid mouth shut, could he.
“Four, Bucky had four kids.” Y/N said, looking from Tony to Steve and back. “Something you would have know if you had ever just picked up your phone and called him.”
That stung and honestly, he deserved.
Y/N looked like she was about to say something when Tony asked, “And who is this handsome fella?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, a small smile “This is Steve Rogers, he and Barnes grew up together.”
“Well how come I’ve never met him before, I attend like a good half of the birthdays.”
“Because Steve abandoned Bucky the second he got the chance. Which is whatever, I mean, they were young. I shouldn’t be angry about it, I’m sorry. Had a bad night of sleep.”
Steve just nodded, “Yeah, me too.” He had a feeling there was a little more than that going on, but he realized that this was not a bonding kind of moment.
Tony left shortly after, he ended up taking Anna with him, claiming to have a free day. Y/N seemed to trust him so Steve didn’t say anything. It was also just not his business, but his mouth didn’t seem to care about that. Like at all.
“Sam told me about Bucky, I’m so sorry for your loss.” He said, instead. God he should’ve just led with that I general, would have made him look like so much less of an asshole.
“Yeah, thanks Steve.” Y/N said, giving him a rather fake looking smile. A smile he knew all to well. It’s that weird ‘thanks for saying you feel sorry for me’ smile, he had continuously used ever since Angela died.
“Wanna get a drink after you finish working?” See, there his mouth went again.
Y/N looked a little taken back by the offer. “I’d love too, but no I can’t, have to pick Anna up from Tony’s and he lives in the city so we’re probably eating there, which means I have to pick the boys up along the way, so I have no time. So no, sorry”
“It’s okay.” Rejection, something Steve hadn’t dealt with in a long time, just like asking someone out. Wait did he just ask someone out? Well not just someone, Y/N Barnes, the widow of his (ex-) best friend. “I have stuff to take care off as well. You know kids and stuff…..”