Bucky Barnes

[woundedwinter]

James Buchanan Barnes.
Everyone calls me Bucky.

You should know how this works.

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[beer_and_fire]

Mick offers Bucky a warm smile. "I'm glad we help. I care about ya a lot Buck. You're as important to me as Lisa and Lenny and Diana and I'm glad you're here. Glad I know ya." He says.

"Come on, lets get you a drink and me that milk so I can get back to preparing for dinner."

[woundedwinter]

"Right," he whistles for Max and they head back to the cabin. From the refrigerator he pulls out a few bottles in a carrier. "There you go. Fresh from this morning, just started cooling it down a little."

Then he digs in for lemonade, pouring a couple of glasses.

"Hey there pretty girl," he's absolutely going to talk to Helen, tickling her cheek for a moment. He's too sweaty to pick her up, but attention will be given. "She crawling around much yet?"

[beer_and_fire]

Mick takes the carrier of milk and sets it on the table before accepting the glass of lemonade. Max has flopped down at his feet, eyes on Helen and Mick has to smile. Maybe they should get a dog too.

Mick smiles as Bucky talks to Helen. He loves that this man loves his daughter as much as his own because Mick feels the same way about Grace.

"Not yet, but she has managed to roll over onto her back. Hasn't managed to roll back over yet though."

[woundedwinter]

"That's a sweet girl, you'll figure it out won't you?" Bucky leans to kiss her sweet smelling cheek. She's a beautiful baby and he's sure that she and Gracie will grow up closer than sisters.

"Won't be long before they're looking to learn how to drive or get the keys to the Waverider."

[beer_and_fire]

Mick chuckles softly. "Yeah, I try not to think about that part. I just wanna enjoy her right now...don't wanna miss anything." He says. "I met Lisa when she was five, watched her grow up. Sometimes I look at her and I still see that fearless five year old I helped raise."