Bucky Barnes

[woundedwinter]

James Buchanan Barnes.
Everyone calls me Bucky.

You should know how this works.

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[beer_and_fire]

Sure. See you soon.

[about 45 minutes later Mick arrives at the farm with Helen in her carrier.]

[woundedwinter]

Max is snoozing on the porch beside the bassinet, the goats are grazing in the yard and Bucky looks pretty content with life right now. He's got a grin as Mick heads up the drive and Sam and Peggy trot out to meet him.

"Hey man."

[beer_and_fire]

Mick will happily give the goats a welcome pat if they let him otherwise he just says hello to them. When he gets closer to Bucky so as to not yell he nods and greets him in return.

"How ya been?" He asks moving up and setting Helen's carrier gently on the ground beside the bassinet, folding it so it's sitting up slightly and Bucky can easily see the little bundle.

Then he turns his attention to the baby in the bassinet. "She looks a lot like you. I think Helen looks more like Leonard than me, but time will tell."

[woundedwinter]

Sam, complete with brightly colored pool noodles on his horns gives Mick a friendly butt and trots away. Peggy will accept all the scratches Mick is willing to give before she follows Sam into the pasture to browse in the clover.

"Good. Still working on some kinda consistent sleep schedule but she's worth it." At least he doesn't require much sleep in general and trading off with David has helped too.

He brushes his fingers through her wispy hair, "Bright blue eyes, dark hair. She's gonna run me and David ragged." Then it's time to meet little Helen and he drops to one knee to get a better look. "With those looks and having you and Diana as parents? She's gonna break hearts and bust heads."

[beer_and_fire]

“Gonna be a while before she’s on a schedule.” Mick says smiling down at Grace.

“Our girls are gonna break hearts and hands.” He chuckles. “No doubt about it.”