Part 2—————To say Steve Rogers wasn't huffing it to the Barnes residence would be a lie. He loved little kids and Nicola he counted as his niece. He even called her Nicki for short. When he arrived with breakfast in hand he saw his best friend with his head in his hands sitting at the cheaply Ikea made dining room table. "Is she still asleep?" Steve asked, his voice practically booming in the quiet apartment. "She got woke up at two in the morning I think she needs the sleep." He replied bluntly. "What time did you get the call?" Bucky lifted his head as Steve placed the bag of food on the table. "Four in the morning. She fell asleep on the way here. I knew her mother was crazy but I never thought she'd endanger our daughter by doing drugs. I don't even think I would ever let Nicola near her after that." Steve pulled out a chair and sat down and threw a sandwich at him.

"Does Nicola know?" He asks. Bucky shook his head. "All she knows is that she'll be gone for a while." Then silence consumed them for a good ten minutes until the soft sounds of foot steps came running down the hallway. Her loud gasp actually made Bucky jump.  "UNCLE STEVE!" She screamed. She ran and gave him a hug. "I brought you food and  orange juice Nicky." Just like her father she ate it quickly; man does that little girl love food.

For a second Bucky's eyes go wide in realization that he doesn't have many clothes for her. "I know that expression. What is it?" Once again he lets out a loud sigh. "I have maybe three dresses in her room and it's dead set in the middle of winter. I need to go to the store." He pushes his hair back but it fails to stay. Nicola, who is sipping on her orange juice, gets excited. "Papa, I get new clothes?" She asks. He nods and picks her up out of her seat so he can get her dressed.