Pocket!Steeb Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
“Steeb!”
Bucky looked over at Steve; the little guy was sitting on the counter while Bucky cooked, playing with a mini stark-pad and stylus that Tony had made. The genius had given it to him with a raised eyebrow and said, “You don’t expect him to twiddle his tiny thumbs and watch you brood *all* the time, do you?” and had then handed him a mini instruction booklet, much to Bucky’s bemusement. Bucky didn’t want to know how Tony had made any of the tiny things (lies, He was beyond curious, but hell if was going to admit it), but had said thank you. Tony had used one finger to shake Steve’s tiny hand with a smile then left.
Bucky noticed Steeb had his little pink tongue poking out of his little mouth, and he was sure if Steve wasn’t wearing the little helmet, he would see his little eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Peeking over, he saw that Steve was using the Stark-Tab drawing app, and was drawing, a frankly impressive, sketch of Bucky from the shoulders up.
The little guy looked up suddenly, his eyes looking straight at Bucky, and he pouted.
I will not melt into a Winter Puddle, I will not melt into a Winter Puddle, I will not-
“Steeb, eeb eeb!” Steve whined, rubbing his little tummy.
Aw, hell, Bucky groaned internally, feeling himself melt.
“You hungry, Stevie?” Bucky asked, and Steve nodded.
“Steeb!” Steve chirped, looking at Bucky hopefully.
Bucky suddenly realized he had no clue what to feed Steve; he didn’t even know what Steve even was, let alone what he ate!
“Uh, what can you eat?”
The little guy shrugged.
“Steeb.” Steve replied.
“Right,” Bucky muttered under his breath, “so helpful, thanks.”
“Steeb!” was the indignant reply, and Bucky raised his eyebrows, impressed.
Ok, add super-hearing to the list of things to know about Steve.
“Sorry, Stevie.”
Looking in the cupboard, Bucky grabbed the first box he could find, which turned out to be some oatmeal-raisin cookies.
He held the box up for inspection and immediately Steve raised his little arms, making grabby hands.
“‘EEB! STEEB, EEB!”
“I guess that’s a yes, then,” Bucky smiled fondly, taking a cookie out of the box and handing the treat to Steve. The cookie was almost the size of the little guy himself.
Steve nibbled on the cookie, and Bucky once again looked curiously at the little helmet.
Reaching forward with two fingers, Bucky murmured to Steve;
“It’s ok Stevie, I ain’t gonna hurt ya’, just gonna’ take this off,”
Grasping the little helmet, Bucky gently pulled it off Steve’s head.
“Steeb!” Steve chirped, his little head of golden blond hair flopping adorably over his forehead, cheeks rosy and nibbling still on the cookie.
That’s it, Bucky groaned internally, I’m dead. My headstone will read : Died from too much cute.
Steve continued to nibble on the cookie.
The most adorable story in the world continues!
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