Nightmares (Jr. Soldier Pt. II)- Steve Rogers x Barnes!Child!Reader

She’s adorable, Steve decided as he tucked (y/n) into bed, gently so as to not wake her up. She had fallen asleep on the couch.

  He softly kissed her little forehead, then stood back and watched her for a while.

  He had had (y/n) for a few months now, and she had been a little bit of hell for sure.

  Getting her to bathe was a pain. Several times, Steve had ended up face-first in the tub, drenched in his clothes, while (y/n) had run away and hidden under a bed or something.

Getting her to eat a pain. She had never had good food in her life, and once she’d tasted pizza there was no feeding her anything else.

Getting her to wake up in the morning was a pain. 

  But Steve didn’t mind all of that. In everything she did, he was reminded of the quick, slightly bratty kid Bucky had been, and somehow that made all the pains...pleasant.

  The only thing that fairly wracked his nerves was the nightmares.

  She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming odd Russian phrases and Steve would rush to her side. She wouldn’t  tell him anything about what she dreamed about-neither would she acknowledge having a nightmare the next day. It worried Steve; there was no telling what Hydra might’ve done to the child.

  Steve sighed and headed to his own room, right beside (y/n)’s.

He settled into bed and wafted off to sleep.

~***~

  He was awoken by a loud shriek.

 Steve rushed to (y/n)’s room and turned on the light- she was sitting up in bed, her face pale, her eyes wide and afraid.

  “Uncle Steve?” she asked, tears filling up her (e/c) eyes.

  “Yeah, yeah I’m here, sweetie,” Steve said, sitting on one side of her bed and putting his arm around her.

  She was stiff.

  Normally, after a nightmare, she’d curl up in his lap and fall asleep, comforted. Now she just sat there, with her eyes big and filled with tears.

  “Heil Hydra,” she said suddenly, making Steve jump.

 “What did you say?” Steve asked, his hair on end, for once, his expression angry.

 She has bred by Hydra, it wasn’t entirely surprising she’d say something like that. But Steve loathed Hydra- pure, angry, destructive loathing.

  (y/n) looked at him curiously.

 “Back there,” she always called Hydra ‘there’, “all the people told me to say ‘Heil Hydra’. They said it would make everything okay, and make pain go away and make me happy. They called it my elegance, or something like that.”

  “Allegiance?” Steve tried.

 “Uh, yeah, that,” she said, frowning.

  Steve tilted her head up and looked at her in the eyes.

  “(y/n),” he said gravely, “I never want you to say that phrase again.”

“I-okay,” said the girl; the tone of his voice and the gravity scared her a bit.

  “I never want to go back there,” she mumbled, hugging him around the waist .

“You never will,” Steve said firmly. 

   “Please don’t go,” she implored, like she did every time. It broke his heart to see a small child so desolate and afraid.

 “Of course I won’t go,” said Steve gently.

  “You’ll be with me, right?’ she asked, just for extra reassurance.

“Till the end of the line,” he replied.

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Junior Soldier, Part 1- Steve Rogers x Barnes!Child!Reader Two-Shot

 To Hydra, the super soldier serum was worth more than its weight in gold. Their scientists had tried desperately to duplicate it, but with no avail. Hydra’s agents scoured the world in pursuit of a few remaining formulas- the Winter Soldier found five after killing Howard Stark. 

   But Hydra needed more.

 So they tried a little experiment to see if they could duplicate the serum- this time, not the serum alone, but a super soldier with it.

 They decided to try and breed a super soldier.

 Bucky was in cryofreeze when Clint, Sam, Steve and Nat busted a small Hydra base, where they had heard some scientists were developing a new weapon.

  It was Steve who found her.

He punched and shoved his way up to a small lab that contained absolutely no weapons whatsoever. In fact, it was empty apart from a tiny little girl of about three or four, asleep on a counter beside a file.

 Cautiously, he approached, wary of some sort of optical illusion or trick. He reached the child, peacefully sleeping, clutching a lock of her long, (h/c) hair in her tiny fist.

  Steve frowned. The girl looked pretty real at close quarters.

Of course, he was still on his guard. To see if she was real and solid, he....stuck out his index finger and poked her. Her (e/c) eyes instantly opened wide as she sat up, looking scared. She cowered when she saw Steve. She was terrified.

 “Uh...hi,” said Steve awkwardly, but mentally thinking that the girl looked very...familiar.

  She frowned, still tense; her breathing was deep but fast.

Steve’s eyes fell on the file beside her. Wondering if it might be hers, he reached out for it.

The girl flinched.

   “Hey,” he said, trying to sound soothing. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  There was a disbelieving scowl on the girl’s face. Steve reached for the file again- this time, she was still, but she watched his every movement suspiciously.

  Steve opened up the file- and gasped. Clipped inside was a picture of Bucky as the Winter Soldier, and the name (y/n) (m/n) Barnes.

 He looked at the girl, then looked at the picture of Bucky. The resemblance was uncanny.

  Oh, god.

  “(y/n)?” he ventured.

The girl’s scowl had relaxed. She nodded to show she was listening.

 “Er, can you talk?” Steve continued, hoping very dearly that she could. It would make befriending her so much easier.

  The girl nodded again.

“W-well, I, uh, I’m Steve,” he said, carefully extending his hand.

  She stared at it for a few seconds, then shook it lightly before withdrawing her hand quickly, almost as if Steve was going to bite her.

  “Uh, this might sound like a stupid question, but dyu know who you are?’ Steve asked.

 “I’m (y/n) Barnes,” she replied softly, in a childish accent.

“What the- is that a kid?” Clint’s voice came from behind Steve, and (y/n) tensed up again, fear showing in her large eyes.

 “Yeah...apparently, Bucky’s kid,” said Steve weakly.

~***~

 Clint offered to take her for a while,seeing as he had experience with children, but Steve declined. He had finally succeeded in convincing little (y/n) of two things- that he was her Uncle Steve, and that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

  Once thus convinced, he had picked her up, and she had clung to his neck for dear life, afraid of all the others.

  “Steve, what are you going to do with her?” Sam asked as (y/n) studied him with trepidation.

  “Keep her,” Steve answered without thinking.

 Nat pursed her lips, thinking. Clint nodded understandingly. Sam looked at him as if he had lost his nuts.

 “She’s my best friend’s daughter,” said Steve firmly, as if that settled it.

For the time being, it did. (y/n) wouldn’t let go of Steve, but she did ask him once or twice why all the mean people were lying about on the ground covered in red stuff.

  “They take a lot of that red stuff from my arm,” she said unhappily.

Steve stroked her hair, already attached.

 “Don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you now,” he said.

~***~

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