If You Feel It, Chase It!

Bucky loves spending time with his daughter.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bee.

AN: Part of the Bumblebee series.

->Lunch dates

Lunch dates are her favorites. They go at least once or twice a week.

They have a standing reservation at one of Bucky's restaurants.

They have a reserved booth near the back, the table stocked with crayons and coloring books in anticipation of her arrival.

She absolutely loves it when the waiter turns pouring her juice into a wine glass into a grand production (it's actually plastic but no one is going to tell her that). She pretends to study the menu even though she can't read most of it yet. No matter what she gets, Bucky always orders an extra dish so he can try to get her to sample new foods.

Before their lunch date today.

Bucky glances down at his daughter, listening as she happily chats about her upcoming plans after lunch. She's been patiently waiting in his office all morning for him to finish up a few meetings.

Now it's time for lunch, he's been looking forward to this time with her.

Steve, also on his way out to interview Frankie's sister for a newly opened position at his club, accompanies Bucky and Bee to their car.

"And I'm taking Papa to Matteo's and getting him pelmeni," she informs Steve as she swings Bucky's arm back and forth, her hand in his. "And I wants 'sagna Papa. It's so yummy."

Pairing: mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: Drabble

Warnings: Fluff

Bucky’s wardrobe consists of expensive suits that are tailored to his body, even his causal garments are from the most exclusive designers. The kind of clothes that you take one look at and just know they were imported from Italy or France.

Yet nothing is more valuable to him than the pins his daughter is currently trying to push into his jacket lapel. He doesn’t even wince when she stabs him with the tapered edge for the third time. Smiling through the sharp pricks, he waits patiently, not wanting to upset her or break her concentration because she’s determined to get the batman pin on him all by herself.

“Almost got it, Papa,” she declares, nose scrunching. “You—” she pushes harder, her small brows cinch in concentration, “—gonna look so pwetty and—." There’s an audible click and her eyes widen. She bounces on her heels when she realizes it snapped into place. “Yes.”

Her small cheer makes his heart swell. He’d let her put a thousand pins on all his suits if it makes her happy. Bucky adjusts his jacket, looking down, he almost laughs when he imagines his tailor seeing all the holes poked through the sleek Italian silk that was personally shipped over for the mobster.

Proud of her work, Bumblebee pats his shoulders and says it's time for breakfast. He scoops her up in one arm and carries her to the kitchen, listening intently as she tells him about her sparkly new shoes that you bought her yesterday.