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Bucky Jr. Bucky x reader; Steve x platonic reader

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You honestly never thought that you could get Bucky after you found out that Thanos destroyed the stones. You did everything you could to try and get him back: going to the sanctum to see if there was a spell, pray, hell you even thought you would try to sell your soul. You even looked into the multiverse theory but nothing worked. Three months after half the universe turned to dust you found out that you were pregnant. The thought of having the baby without Bucky there, hurt.

Steve knew something was wrong when he hadn't heard from you for a couple of days. He drove over to the house that you and Bucky had gotten. The only people who knew about the house were you, Bucky, and Steve. And because Steve was Steve, he had gotten a spare key, so when he pulled up to the house he just walked right in.

Steve called out for you but you were too deep into your depression to hear him. You didn't know that he was here till there was a knock on the bedroom door. You got out of bed so fast cause you thought that Bucky was back.

"Buck," you asked opening the door.

Your smile fell when you saw that it was just Steve. You had forgotten that Steve knew about the house. Steve gave you a soft smile because he knew how hard you were taking the loss. You left the door open and climbed back into the bed. Steve walked over and sat by his feet.

"He's not coming back is he," you asked softly.

"I don't think so," he replied.

"I can't do this without him, Steve."

"Do what?"

You reached into your nightstand, grabbed the positive pregnancy test, and handed it to Steve. He looked at the text then back at you.

"Did he know," he asked placing the text on the nightstand.

"No. I didn't know till last week. Steve, I can't do this alone."

"(Y/n) you will not be doing it alone. I will be here for you," he told you pulling the covers off. "Now come on. Time for you to get up."

"No," you said taking your pillow and covering your face with it.

"As godfather and favorite uncle, it is my duty to get you to get out of bed."

"Bold of you to assume you're the godfather," you teased.

~five years later~

Ever since then Steve has been there for you every step go the way. He went to the doctor's appointments, he helped you decorate the nursery, he even helped you pick the perfect name when you found out it was a boy: James Buchanan Barnes Jr.

Steve moved into the house, Bucky made sure that there was a spare room for Steve, to help you with the long nights after James was born. Every time he woke up to change a dirty diaper, you would complain and tell him that you got it but he would reply with his same cheesy joke, "I've slept for 70 years."

Steve was there for each step of James' life. His first word: Steve, well it was te. His first steps, his first day of school. Steve even taught him how to ride a bike. He was like a dad to James, but he never took the role of dad. Every night before bed Steve would tell James stories of Bucky and growing up the two of you made sure that James knew about his father.

"Is daddy ever going to come back," James asked Steve.

"I don't think so," Steve told James sadly.

"Mommy doesn't talk about what happened to daddy. Can you tell me uncle te," your son asked?

"Well, you know how your parents and I are avengers?"