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🗒 ❛ HEADCANNON ༉‧₊˚✧ 

TIMELINE｡˚ ⁀➷ Pre-Thunderbolts*

WARNING｡˚ ⁀➷ Fluff, Kids fighting

PAIRING｡˚ ⁀➷ Bucky Barnes x SageWitch!reader

SUMMARY｡˚ ⁀➷Bucky oversees his kids train, wrangle a cat, and turn his head into a flower pot—all while learning what peace really looks like.

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The afternoon sun spilled across the porch steps, painting everything in lazy golden light. Bucky Barnes sat there, legs stretched long and steady, the metal of his vibranium arm glinting faintly beneath the warmth. His eyes were half-lidded, not quite napping, but close.

In his lap, Natalie sat cross-legged, eyes narrowed in intense focus. Small fingers twisted stems and tucked petals into his hair, the tips of her fingers glowing softly with silver magic as she wove the blooms into place.

"You sure this is necessary?" Bucky asked, voice dry with long-suffering patience.

Natalie didn't even pause. "You need more color," she said firmly. "You look pretty like a princess, Dada." She leaned in and kissed the scruff of his jaw with a loud mwah.

He gave a breathy huff that might have been a laugh, though he tried to keep a straight face. "Thanks, babydoll," he murmured, and let her continue her royal garden arrangement atop his head.

Out in the backyard, the other two tornadoes were already warming up.

Aaron stood barefoot in the grass, spinning his sling ring between his fingers with calm confidence. His shoulders rolled loose, his face unreadable. Across from him, Mara flexed her fingers, golden light blooming at her palms. Her stance was sharp, steady, like a dancer about to leap into battle.

Today's sparring session had rules:
No blood.
No permanent transformations.
And absolutely, under no circumstances, any yelling.

So far, so good.

"You ready?" Aaron asked, voice light.

Mara grinned. "Always."

They began.

Mara shot first—crackling golden energy streaking through the air. Aaron raised a mystic shield without hesitation, the blast breaking harmlessly against it in a shower of sparks. He flicked his wrist, casting out a rope of light that curled toward her like a whip. Mara dodged in a fluid roll and came up firing again.

It was like watching fire and water dance. Fast, balanced, beautiful.

On the porch, Bucky watched with a veteran's eye, arms folded, face unreadable—except for the faint curve of a smile.