This chapter is so long XD

// Labor //

You woke up next to Bucky in your shared bed. When you looked over to your nightstand, you saw that the alarm clock read 11:15, so you figured it was about time to get up and get some cereal. You moved to get out of bed, only to hear Bucky groan as he swung his arm across your belly to keep you in place.

"Five more minutes," he begged, causing you to giggle slightly.

"Buck, I want cereal," you explained. With a grunt, he let go of you, allowing you to leave. He rolled back over and snuggled into the blankets. You made your way down the hall and downstairs to the kitchen. Rummaging through the cupboards, your eyes landed on a box of Lucky Charms, which you greedily snatched up. As you were pouring the sugary deliciousness into a bowl, an odd sensation came over you. When you looked down, fluid was running down your legs and pooling on the ground. It hit you that your water had broken.

"Bucky! It's happening!" you screamed.

"WHAT?! *crash*" was all you heard. Quick, booming footsteps made their way toward you.

"I'm coming!" he yelled, but the poor soul forgot he had fuzzy socks on. As soon as he made it into the kitchen, he slid and fell flat on his back.

"Did you just fall out of bed and then fall on the kitchen floor?!"

"Maybe."

"Bucky we don't have time for this!" you groaned.

"I know! Where's the bag?" he asked. It dawned on both of you that your bag of extra clothes for the hospital was left in your car, the one you let Steve borrow a few days ago. "I'll text Steve later, let's go!"

You both rushed to the car with him supporting almost all of your weight. He put a towel down on the passenger seat and helped you sit down, then he practically sprinted for the drivers side. Without hesitation, he backed out of the driveway and sped down the road. You grabbed his phone, which was hooked up to the car Bluetooth, and you called Steve.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey Steve, we're on our way to the hospital. Y/N's in labor," Bucky explained.

"Aye, the baby's coming!" Steve exclaimed. Suddenly you heard all the avengers in the background cheering for you guys, causing you two to smile.

"Steve, can you get Y/N's spare clothes out of the back of her car?" Bucky requested.

"Sure, you want me to bring the whole team?" Steve inquired.

"Obviously, we have a mini Avenger on the way!" Bucky exclaimed.

"We're on our way," Steve replied, ending the call.

In the midst of all your contractions, it felt like an eternity before you finally made it to the hospital, but once you did you were thrown into a whirlwind of nurses and doctors, rushing you to a room and hooking you up to different machines. Before you knew it, you were given pain medication, and suddenly you were able to relax.

"Are you feeling ok?" Bucky asked with a face full of worry.

"I'm fine, babe. This medicine works great," you chuckled, helping him to calm down a bit.

"Can we come in?" you heard Wanda say from the door.

"Of course," Bucky smiled. With that, the entire team filed into the room and greeted you.

"Excuse me," said the nurse. "Only three people can be in here at once."

There was an unspoken agreement amongst the avengers; Natasha and Wanda would be the ones to stay in the room, while the others sat in the waiting room. Wanda gushed about all the things she was going to buy for the baby once it was born. No one had really bought clothes or anything yet, since you and Bucky chose to have the gender be a surprise. Natasha feigned disinterest in the gender, since she was mainly focused on how she was going to teach the kid to shoot, but she secretly hoped it would be a girl. Everyone on earth knew what Tony wanted; it was no secret. He wanted it to be a boy, named Anthony Jr.. Obviously, that was not going to happen in a million years. Steve just wanted to see his two best friends be happy.

Surprisingly, it only took about three hours for you to reach ten centimeters, and the dreaded time had come. You let Natasha and Wanda stay in the room for the delivery, but they kept their distance so the doctors could do their jobs. Bucky, of course, was right by your side, holding your hand.

"Alright, as soon as it starts to hurt just squeeze my hand, ok?" he encouraged. You nodded, since you were in way too much pain to speak.

"Alright Y/N, give me one push, ok?" the doctor said. You did as he instructed, letting out a scream in the process. You looked over at Bucky, who looked just as pained as you.

"Let's have you hold my left hand, shall we?" he suggested, and you saw that his flesh was red under your grip. Wanda giggled as you grabbed his metal wrist for dear life. After a few more pushes, you heard the tell tale sign of life. Wails sounded throughout the room, and you could finally relax when you saw the massive grin on Bucky's face.

"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy!" the doctor announced.

"Traitor," Natasha whispered.

A few minutes later, your son was placed in your arms for the first time. You had always imagined this moment, how incredible it would be, but the real thing is so much different. Bucky sat next to you on your bed, holding your sons tiny hand. After a few minutes you handed him to your giant dork of a husband, and you thought he might die of excitement. His face had to have been tired from all that smiling, but it was the last thing he cared about. Once the first tear fell, he knew he was in love. Natasha and Wanda decided that Steve should be the next one to hold him, so Wanda left and let Steve in. Steve sat in the corner of the room with your son in his arms, marveling at how wonderful this all was.

"Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes," a doctor interrupted. "For the birth certificate, we need to know what you are naming your child."

You gave Bucky a small smile. You had agreed long ago on what the name would be if the baby turned out to be a boy.

"Grant Buchanan Barnes," Bucky answered. Steve's head shot up with a beaming smile, honored that you had named your son after him.

No words needed to be spoken between you two, as you just stared into each others eyes, perfectly content and ready to start a new chapter of your lives.

// 2 Years Old //

(BTW this section contains things that my brother actually did)

You've been keeping a list; a list of every little problem Grant caused so that one day you could share them with his girlfriend as a warning. In the mean time, it was very entertaining for the rest of the Avengers to read about the things he does (you have a group text that you update with Grant's latest feats).

June 10: Grant gets into the unlit fire pit and uses the coals to decorate himself AND the side of the house.

June 16: Grant finds a carton of thirty-six eggs and cracks them all on the coffee table.

June 23: Grant slips into a pair of your heels and walks around in them crying because you took away the jalepeños he got into.

July 8: Grant dumps a whole box of cheerios into the carpet and eats them like a dog.

July 15: Grant finds the spice cabinet (no explanation needed).

July 27: Grant fills the back of a toy truck with chocolate milk and sends it flying across the kitchen.

You get the picture. It's this stuff. All. The. Time. At the time you and Bucky are always frustrated, but afterward you are able to laugh about it. In the end, at least there's never a dull moment. Today you and Bucky are cleaning up the flour that he dumped all over the kitchen.

"I don't understand where he gets all these ideas from," you sighed exasperatedly.

"What did you expect?" Bucky laughed. "We named him after the biggest trouble maker around!"

You couldn't disagree with him. It was absolutely true. You went back to cleaning up the massive mess, but then you heard something.

"Buck... do you hear that?" you asked hesitantly.

"It sounds like..."

"Running water," you said at the same time. You bolted toward the bathroom, and when you made it there you found Grant with a sink full of water, and at the bottom of it was Bucky's phone.

"A day in the life..." he sighed.

// 17 Years Old //

You were sitting on the couch with Bucky, playing with his hair while you two watched a random movie on the TV. You were waiting for Grant to come home, since Friday night is always family game night. After around an hour of watching your movie, the front door opened, revealing Grant.

"Hey G," you greeted. He stalked through the door slowly with his head down, covered by his hoodie.

"Uh, hey mom," he replied hesitantly. He hiked his backpack further onto his shoulder and started shuffling toward his room.

"Where are you going? It's Friday night, come sit down," you encouraged.

"Uh... I'm kinda tired, I think I'm gonna go take a nap," he lied. You could always tell when he was lying.

"Grant, what's going on," you inquired.

"Nothing mom, I just don't feel like doing anything tonight," he muttered.

"Grant, get over here," Bucky demanded.

"But dad-"

"Now," Bucky affirmed. Grant sighed and made his way into the living room, still trying to hide his face. "Take the hood off."

"Why?" he countered.

"Because I said so," Bucky explained firmly. Real original, you thought. Slowly, Grant lifted his hood back to reveal a black eye, a swollen cheek and a busted lip.

"What happened?" you gasped. He looked like he walked down the wrong alley.

"I got in a fight with some guys. It's no big deal, just forget about it," he insisted.

"What has gotten into you?" Bucky rebuked.

"Look, there was this kid, really small. He was getting picked on by some jerks, and I stepped in," he explained.

"So, you were sticking up for someone?" Bucky inquired.

"Yeah, I guess..." Grant mumbled. The smallest of satisfied smiles made its way to Bucky's lips.

"Did you win?" he asked.

"Sure did," Grant smiled. Bucky reached up and high fived him, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Like father, like son," you chuckled.

// AN //

So... this didn't come out as good as I'd hoped, but oh well XD. It took a long time, so hopefully you enjoyed it :D