Avengers Age Play One Shots [Requests]

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"Daddy?" Steve whined. "'M bored!" 

"Hi, bored; I'm Daddy," Bucky replied, looking up from his book. 

"Daddeee!"

"What, baby? You have plenty of toys and books and crayons...." Steve doesn't have as much as Bucky wishes he could have, but he has enough to keep him entertained for a couple hours.

"Play wif me, Daddy? Please?"

"Okay, babe. What do you want to play?" 

"Bear!" Steve held up the giant teddy bear Bucky had given him years ago. "And-and blocks! And Cody-Cat!" Steve ran around their tiny living room, grabbing blocks and various other stuffed animals and a few plastic army men. 

"Okay, baby. What should we do with them?"

"Make'a castle Bear. Cody-Cat bad, try steal Bear's castle. Bear's army fight Cody-Cat ta save Bear. Bear hewp too, though, Daddy!" 

"Okay, baby," Bucky replied. He grabbed some blocks to help Steve build the castle. 

Nearly an hour and a half later, they had made a tower taller than Steve. Steve could even stand up inside of it! The baby giggled as he bounced lightly inside of the castle with Bear held tightly in his arms. 

"Dada, you be Cody-Cat! Bear army is Bella-Bunny and-and all m' other toys." 

"Alright, baby. Can I have a kiss before we start playing?" Steve hummed and stuck his head out of the castle, planting a big slobbery kiss on his daddy's cheek before retreating inside the castle. He sat down and held Bear, petting his fur as he watched Cody-Cat tell his army the plan for taking over Bear's castle. 

After a minute he got bored and pulled all of Bear's army into the castle to go over their own plan for defeating Cody-Cat. He was very thorough in the plan, going over everything that could possibly go wrong.

"We def-defi-uh...so weady for if Cody-Cat comeded to fight!" Steve said as Bear, loudly. 

Cody-Cat quickly finished the plans, made a quick speech for encouragement, then shouted, "Charge!" and his army went for Bear's. 

Steve quickly gathered up all his stuffed animals in his arms, but couldn't crawl out of the castle with them all and ended up falling, sending toys flying into the blocks. The entire castle came crashing down on top of Steve, making Bucky gasp and the baby burst into tears. 

"Owie!" Steve sobbed as Bucky pushed blocks away and picked his baby up. 

"I know, baby boy," Bucky whispered, gently rocking the crying baby and rubbing his back. "I know it hurts, baby. C'mon, let Daddy check your owies." Bucky carried Steve to his bedroom, gently setting him down on the bed. Steve just cried harder because he wants to be held. "I know, babe, Daddy's just gotta make sure you're okay. Gotta change your diaper too. Think we'll go have a cuddle and a nap afterwards." 

"Baba?" Steve choked out between sobs. 

"Of course, baby. Now can you tell Daddy where it hurts?" 

"H-head n' awrm n' leg," Steve explained, sniffling.

Bucky carefully felt around, watching Steve's face for signs of pain. He didn't react other than continuing to sniffle and start reaching for his daddy. Unfortunately, Steve is very used to getting beat up, so he has a high pain tolerance and Bucky can't tell if something is damaged badly. He'll be sure to watch Steve closely for any signs of anything potentially bad, but so far it looks like just a bit of bruising and a little bump on the baby's head.

"You okay, baby?" Bucky whispered, rubbing a soothing hand on Steve's thigh. 

"Yeah, Daddy," Steve sniffed. "Baba n' cuddles now?" 

"Let me change your diaper first, then I gotta make your bottle." Steve hummed and sucked on his thumb while Bucky changed the wet diaper. "Can you stay right here while I go get your bottle and some ice for your head? We'll sit in the rocking chair when I come back." 

"Yes, Daddy." Steve turned onto his side to play with Bear after Daddy left. A few minutes later, Bucky came back with a frozen cloth and a warm bottle. He lifted Steve into his arms and quickly got them situated in the rocking chair, with Steve's head in the crook of his arm and his legs hanging over the arm of the chair. Bucky held the cloth to Steve's head, shushing him when he whined at the cold. 

"Drink your bottle, baby," Bucky whispered, trying to hand the bottle to his baby. 

"You do," Steve insisted.

He's never wanted Bucky to feed him his bottle, always insisting that he's too big for that, but this time he's too tired and upset that he got hurt and he doesn't want to do it. 

"Okay. Open up, Stevie." Steve eagerly opened his mouth and accepted the bottle, sucking out some warm milk. He hummed around the nipple of the bottle, snuggling into Daddy's chest. "Such a good boy," Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to Steve's forehead next to the icy cold cloth. 

Steve fell asleep halfway through the bottle. 

"I love you, baby. Sleep good." Bucky placed Steve in bed, climbing in next to him after putting the bottle in the fridge, pulling the baby into his chest. 

"Love Dada," Steve sighed in his sleep. He cuddled as close as he could to Bucky and started snoring. Bucky smirked and closed his eyes to take a little nap with the baby.