The Reunion of Shield Brothers
“What ho, friends!”
“Baahhh!”
“Hey there, Thor” the former assassin greeted, his tone warm as the God (his crimson cape swirling) entered through the open balcony doors (after a quite reserved landing for a man renowned for travelling through a rainbow bridge), his boots clacking happily upon the common-room’s floor.
“You just fly in from New Mexico or...”
“Aye, my Lady Jane is well and passes on her best wishes to you, Tony and the babe” he cut through, his form striding purposely towards the pair as they rested upon a large, padded blanket awash with various toys and activity centres. “In truth, I only meant to, ah, what is the expression? Stop by to present friends Bruce and Natasha with our RSVP... however, when our Black Widow informed me of young Steven’s rapid progress, I admit that I was too curious to continue on with my errands; I am certain that the All Father shan’t be too displeased should I be late by an hour or so” he continued, his grin widening when he and the child locked eyes.
“Bah!” the boy declared, his gummy-smile bright and rippled with laughter whilst the Asgardian crouched down, his azure eyes awash with pride and pleasure as he knelt upon the lavish blanket, a chuckle escaping him when the little creature began a walrus-like crawl to his position.
“By my father’s beard, tis true, freshly born and already thirsting for adventure, is that not so my little warrior?” he cooed, his war-roughened hands parting to welcome the infant as he endeavoured to reach the bearded blonde whilst Bucky looked on with a soft smile of his own.
“Baaahhhh!” the baby cried with triumph, his babble morphing into a joyous squeal when he was promptly lifted and held up to the God’s eye level for inspection, his adorably chubby legs wriggling whilst his tiny hands grabbed at dwarf crafted arm-guards.
“Ah! What a mighty battle call” the immortal praised; “do you know me, little Captain? Canst you say my name? Hmm? Your wise and noble carrier hath told me that you can conjugate the names of those you love... can I be in that number?” he asked pleasantly whilst gently, carefully bouncing the baby in his hold.
If he noticed Bucky momentarily stiffening (no doubt trying to stop his alpha instincts from kicking in; it wasn’t as though he minded anyone other than him and Tony playing with Steve but, especially with the older man being a God... No, now he was just being stupid, overly-protective and, as Clint liked to call him, a “Stevie-huggie-hog”) he didn’t comment on it.
“Bah! Bah! Baaahhh!”
“Canst you say Thor? Tttthhhooorrrr? Hmm? Come on, I knowest you can” he continued, his deep and (sometimes a little too) thunderous voice offering encouragement and chuckles in equal measures.
“Friday” the metal armed alpha signed to the nearest camera monitoring them, his eyes still watching the blondes as they giggled and babbled at each other; “please record and save everything that’s happened since Thor arrived and make it available on the Avengers’ personal servers” he continued, his swift fingers knitting together words and phrases in rapid succession. “And make sure that Jane get’s a copy too before saving the best snap-shots to Steve’s baby-scrap book” he finished, his lips tilting into a smirk.
“Tttthhhhhaaaa!”
“Excellent! What a bright, excellent boy you are! And I, as your guardian, shall ensure that you continue to grow is this manner! I swear it upon my life and mine honour, little Steven” the thunderer promised before bringing the child’s face to his own to nuzzle his little nose.
From down the hall-way, even through the closed, bomb-proof doors, Bucky could swear that he heard Helen Chou make a scream so fan-girl in nature that a little voice (which sounded suspiciously like Tony) had him ask Friday to take a couple of screen-shots of the scientist for posterity.
You know, just in case she beat him at poker again...