|Junior|Bucky x Child!Reader|RQ|

(Nickname),that was your official nickname that your father, Bucky has given you, you are the adopted child of Bucky since he found you on a mission.


You laid on the floor in front of the tv, drawing on a pad with crayons, thinking back before Bucky found you..


</I> You sat in the glass cage, hugging a ruffed up stuffed bear on your lap, one of your hands wrapped in bandages, a needle holding some form of liquid spread into your bloodstream, you winced, moving the clothed hand up to your forehead.


“Excuse me?..” You called out softly, “Can I have something to stop the pain..?” Your voice faltered towards the end, after moments of waiting no one showed up, you stayed sitting, your hand shivering violently.


You heard loud bang sounds from outside the cage you sat in, you watched someone clad in black walk in, you whimpered, hiding yourself into a corner of your cell.


The person walked up to the cell wall, punching the glass out with his metal-like arm? You let out an involuntary whimper as he stalked closer to you.


“Hey kid, can you stand?” He asked, your legs shook as you used the wall to help yourself up.


He sighed, carefully lifting your frail frame into his arms, you whimpered, burying your face into his chest.


“Thank you..” You whispered out, before slipping into a much needed sleep.


</I>


You don't remember much after that, other than a man with an eyepatch who reminded you of an upset bulldog, giving you over to the man with the metal arm, Bucky.


You pushed those horrid thoughts away, continuing to draw on the pad, drawing Bucky from memory.


You heard the door open just as you finished off your masterpiece, you rushed over to the door, seeing your father holding a rucksack, dressed in a hat and glasses.


“Daddy!” You called out, hugging him as he bent down to your level.


“Heya kiddo, you been good?” He asked ruffling up my hair, you nodded ecstatically, grabbing your ‘masterpiece’ from the floor.


“Look what I drew daddy!” You held up the piece of paper to his hand.


You watched as his face lit up,”This is amazing (name), You're even better than Steve!”


He stood up, walking to the kitchen, you followed behind, watching him pin the picture on the fridge with a small magnet.


“That's gonna stay on there for a while.” Bucky picked you up, hugging you.

“You're amazing (nickname), my star.” He finished by leaving a single kiss on your forehead.