John met someone at seventeen and never thought he’d find them again.
Thanks dvance. I forgot I wrote this one. I guess I need to write a third fic based on an REM song so I can call it a trilogy.
Just imagine, super soldier, ex-assassin, Bucky wearing a tiara and a tutu skirt, having a tea party with their daughter, while casually fake-sipping tea and when Steve comes home, he tries hard not to laugh at the sight.
“Bucky, Brooklyn, I’m home- Wha?”
“Oh! Don’t worry Princess Bucky! Prince Steve is back to save you!”
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Steven Grant Rogers.”
(yes my headcannon name for thier daughter is Brooklyn hush)
