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Nat slams down her phone aggressively.

"Whoa, sunshine, someone might think you're angry."

"TWS. What the hell is the TWS?"

"Are we still going on about this?" Bucky sighs, having already memorized the drill.

"Yes." Natasha snaps and picks her phone up again. "All I've found so far is The Week's Stress and The Water Street." She goes back to furiously typing.

"Did it ever hit you that Wade might have, I dunno, made it up?"

Nat fixates him with a look.

"...Or not." Bucky raises his hands up in surrender.

"Make yourself useful and search up CW."

"The CW?" He immediately suggests with a grin.

Natasha throws a wad of paper at him. "NO, Barnes. I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking about the producers of Supernatural and Arrow."

"And the Flash." He supplies.

"Just-please. Do something. ANYTHING."

"Okayyy, if that's what you want me too." He stands up and flops on the couch, grabbing the remote and pressing the "Netflix" icon.

"Barnes... I swear to-"

"Oh my CHUCK Supergirl's on Netflix, Natasha, forget about TWS and CW, we're watching the REAL CW.

Natasha sighs deeply, and walks over in fake reluctance to the couch and plops down next to Bucky. "But after..."

"Yeah, yeah, back to researching the inevitable."

•••
"I mean, Kara's cute but it's REALLY cliché."

"Don't speak to me or my daughter ever again."

Natasha fixates him with a stare.

"Okay...Maybe it's a LITTLE cliché." He mutters quietly.

"Whatever you like Barnes, I'm not judging."

"You're always judging."

"It's not my fault you know me so well." She pulls out her phone, again focusing on the ancronyms.

He sighs and let's her be.
•••

"I'm telling you." Natasha rants to Bucky and Loki as they make their way to the lunch room. "There's no way he just MADE up those ancronyms."

"Actually," Loki begins, but is cut off.

"Yeah yeah, I've told her the same thing, multiple times, but she's as stubborn as a mule."

"Maybe you're just not convincing." Loki snarks.

"Maybe you're just annoying." Mimics Bucky, making a face.

"Guys." Natasha inturrupts. "Can we PLEASE stop making this a big deal and just eat in peace?"

Both males fix her with an incredulous glance, eyebrows raised.

She inhales deeply. "If it bothers you THAT much, I'll stop pestering you about it."

Loki and Bucky share a glace. She NEVER just dropped stuff. They were going to get it later, that was for sure.

•••

"I'll be right back." Bucky announces, grabbing his waterbottle and gesturing to the water fountain.

Natasha smirks, pokes Loki and points to where Bucky was talking to Steve, who had just walked out of the bathroom. "He's as nonchalant as a bear on steroids."

"A what now?"

"Irrelevant." Natasha waves him off. "Focus on the relevant things. Like them." She refocuses on the two boys.

"This is so stalkerish."

"I mean-"

"But not as bad as you and... Hawkeye "
"Oh my god Loki stop." Natasha cringes and covers her ears. "We don't speak of that. Ever."

She turns her attention to the two talking boys and shakes her head. You two are a mess.

•••
Natasha fixes him with a flat stare, eyebrow raised as he walks back to the table with a huge grin plastered to his face.

"You good, Nat?"

"I'm amazing, actually. How's Steve?"

Bucky falters for a second but then grins. "Great. Why? You jealous?"

"Actually-"

Bucky's phone rings. "Hold up its my mom."

Loki and Natasha look at him disbelievingly.

"Seriously." He holds up the caller ID.

They roll their eyes simultaneously.

"Hey mom."
"Mom. Please no."
"Mom you didn't."
"Mother."
"Yeah. Fine. Bye."

He hangs up, looking more horrified than that time in 8th grade when Natasha had convinced him to come to her ballet class and found out he had to wear a leotard.

"...You okay?"

"No."

"It can't be that bad."

"You're right. It's terrible."

"Barnes?"

"I have to babysit the kid that lives nextdoor. My mom volunteered me. How could she? I could've had something important to do tonight-"

"It's a good thing she knows you so well and knows that the most important thing you'll ever do is binge watch a show while overanalysing everything."

"I mean."

"It could be worse. He's like what, eight?"

"Ten. But the thing is, his little friend Sam is going to be there too."

"You saying you can't handle two ten year olds?"

"That's exactly what he's saying."

"Loki, please."

"What? I'm not the guy that needs Natasha to kill a cochroach for him."

"Okay first off, cochroaches are the spawn of the devil, second, that was one time."

"One time too many." Mutters Natasha. "Which reminds me. Do you still have the video Loki?"

"Hell yeah I do, that shit's gold."

"You." Bucky stares at them in disbelief. "You kept that video?"

"What do you expect? And we all know that you have that video of me drunkenly professing my love to Loki's lizard." Natasha grins.

"That was the best day of Lizzy's life." Loki agrees, referring to his lizard that he named in honor of the lizard in The Magic School Bus.

Bucky snorted. "That was the best day of my life too."

"So you do still have it?"

"Fuck yeah. I'm gonna play at at your wedding."

"You're a mess."

"You're just upset cuz you know you sounded more passionate professing your love to a lizard than you ever will to whoever you get married to."

"Which is why I'm gonna be drunk when I do it."

"That's one way to solve your problems."

"You're one to talk."

"Yeah, yeah."
•••

Bucky walks up the stairs and rings the doorbell.

Mrs. May opens the door, a relived expression on her face. "Oh thank god you're here. I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to watch Peter and Sam. It's just that-"

"It's fine." He grins. "We're gonna have an awesome time." He cringes internally.

"Awesome. Thank you. Remember, boys, listen to Mr. Bucky!" She hollers to the two boys sitting on the couch and heads out the door.

"Um. Yeah. Don't call me that." He tells them awkwardly as he closes the door behind him.

"Okay, Mr." The boy, Sam, he assumes, answers, not turning from the tv.

He cringes. "No. I mean. Don't call me Mister."

"Okay."

"..." He waits.

He sighs. "Call me Bucky."

"Okay, Bucky."

He sits down next to Peter and cringes at the new version of Teen Titans they're watching.

"Hey guys." He speaks up. "You ever heard of Young Justice?"

Both kids look up in intrest and he internally grins. He had them.

•••

"Wally is the best!"

"No! Robin is the best." Peter pauses. "No. M'gann is the best."

Sam looks like he's about to agree before he grins and shakes his head. "No." He says. "Artemis is the best."

"No! It's Zatanna!"

"It's Raquel!"

Bucky is about to rip his hair(his pride and joy) from his head. For all this talk about them being "best friends" they argued about everything. If he said his favorite color was red, they'd argue over whether he said his favorite color was pink or green.

"I like Kaldur!"

"No one likes him, silly!"

"Well. I didn't but you don't so now I do."

Bucky feel his eyes widen ten times past what was normal.

"Well. Then I don't like Wally cuz you like him."

"Yeah? I-"

"CAN WE ALL JUST AGREE THAT SUPERMAN IS A HORRIBLE DAD?" Bucky shrieks loudly, hands on his head.

Both heads whip around.

Peter frowns, upset. "He's mean."

Sam nods in agreement. "He should be glad he has a son. Like Peter is glad he had his parents-for as long as he had them."

Bucky looks at both, the mechanisms in his brain slowly whirring together. Something clicks. Silently, he pulls both kids into a hug, and holds them there for a while, well aware of Peter's silent sobbing, which was soaking his shirt.

He feels himself tearing up.

Don't you fucking dare, Barnes.

He takes a deep breath.

"Okay." He plasters an easy grin on his face. "Dinner?"

•••

"You're supposed to put the water in the heater first."

"Yeah-huh." Bucky mutters, turning on the stove.

"He's right." Sam agrees. "If you put it in the heater first, then it will boil faster."

"Faster, smaster-wait." Bucky pauses mid scoff. "Seriously?"

"I've seen Aunt May make chicken-noodle-soup plenty of times." Peter tells him proudly.

"He's practically an expert." San agrees.

"Well I can make burnt toast. Can you do that?" Bucky challenges.

"Anyone can do that-"

"Oh-ho-ho-no." Bucky stops Peter midsentence. "It is an art."

Peter raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"It's not just burning the toast, it's burning it and making sure it tastes good at the same time."

"You might be good at burning toast, but pretty soon you're gonna be able to add burning water to the list." Sam states, pointing at the boiling water.

"Sh-nitzel." Bucky bites the curse word awkwardly and quickly dumps in the package of chicken-noodle-soup.

"Why don't you guys sit at the table and I'll bring it to you as soon as I'm done?"

They run to the table and Bucky pulls out three bowls.

•••
"You did better than I thought." Sam tells Bucky, impressed, as he puts down his spoon and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.

Bucky internally grimaces. "Rude."

"What? My mom tells me not to lie."

Bucky opens his mouth, then closes it. "That's fair." He agrees.

Peter, who was a slow eater, as he tended to talk more than he ate, finally finished and decided to ask the question Bucky had been dreading. "What for dessert?"

"Ah-"

"Aunt May has cookies." Sam offers, pointing to the jar up on the top cuboard.

Bucky briefly thinks back to when he was sure she cursed him for touching them without her permission. "Um. Do you guys really need dessert? Don't you think that-"

He was met with a chorus of loud No's and tries again.

"It's bad for your teeth."

"We can brush them."

"Sam doesn't have a toothbrush."

"He can borrow mine."

"Uh, Peter, buddy, I don't think you really wanna-"

"We do it all the time." Sam dismisses him with a wave.

Bucky crinkles his nose. I Mean I Guess. "Is there anything else you want."

"NO, Bucky. We want cookies."

Bucky sighs. He tried. "Fine." He stands up, walks over to the dreaded cookie jar and picks it up.

"I'n home!" Came the friendly call, and Bucky let out an undignified shriek and slammed the cookie jar back in its place. NopenopenopeFUCKnohahaNOPEyouthought

Mrs. May makes her way to the kitchen quickly. "Bucky? Are you okay?"

By this time Bucky had composed himself and was awkwardly leaning against the counter while the two little shits were laughing their ass off.

"Huh what? Me? Yeah I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Great, even. How are you?"

Mrs. May smiles wryly. "I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking."

"Anytime. Anyways, Peter and Sam wanted to know if they could have a cookie."

"Of course!" She walks around him and takes the jar down and offers it to the two children. "Would you like one?" She asks Bucky, gesturing to the jar.

Bucky's eyes widen. Aw hell no. "No, I'm good, thanks. Anyways, I have homework I have to get done so I'm gonna head out. Bye guys." He waves awkwardly and after the series of "Byes" he hurries out of the house.

•••

"So, how was it?" His mother greets him at the door.

"Horrible."

"Bucky."

"Nah, just kidding. I made two devote young justice fans out of both of them."

His mom whirls around. "Are you kidding me-" She shakes her head in dismay.

He grins. "You know you love me."

"Of course I do. I'm your mother, I-"

"Mom. Just-just, it's a joke okay?"

She eyes him. "James-"

"No, mom. I have homework that I gotta get done."

He turns and walks up the stairs and locks the door to his room behind him.

Damn. I haven't updated in a WHILE. Like. E. A LONG time. I feel super bad. Sorry guys, school's been crazy.

Anyways, tell me what you think, and next update WILL be faster.

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