Sev is so cute guys, anyways short less then 2000 words BUT YEAH

BUCKY SAT ON A WOODEN STOOL,
in their tiny kitchen, a pair of scissors in his hand and a cape draped over Seven's shoulders. The small house in the Romanian village was their haven, a place where they could be free, even if only temporarily. Seven sat on another stool in front of him, her hair falling in uneven waves around her shoulders.

"Alright, hold still, Sev," Bucky said, focusing on the task at hand.

Seven fidgeted slightly, but Bucky's gentle hand on her shoulder stilled her. "Sorry, Papa. I'm just a little nervous."

Bucky chuckled. "You've been through worse than a haircut, kiddo. Just relax."

As Bucky carefully snipped away at her hair, he couldn't help but think of how much had changed since they escaped HYDRA. Seven was blossoming in their newfound freedom, but her blonde roots were starting to show. They needed to maintain their low profile, so dyeing her hair was a necessity.

"How short do you want it?" Bucky asked.

"Above my shoulders, please," Seven replied, her voice steady.

Bucky nodded, continuing his work. "You got it."

After a few more precise snips, he stepped back to admire his work. "There we go. Now, for the color."

He mixed the dark brown dye, carefully applying it to her hair. Seven sat patiently, the smell of the dye filling the room. Bucky's hands moved deftly, years of experience in survival and necessity making the task seem easy.

"How does it look?" Seven asked, peering into a small hand mirror.

Bucky smiled. "You look perfect."

Seven grinned, her blue eyes sparkling. "Thanks, Papa."

Bucky cleaned up the hair clippings and dye supplies, setting everything aside to dry. As he glanced at the clock, he realized it was already past midnight. Tomorrow, or rather today, was Seven's birthday. Her first birthday out of HYDRA's clutches.

"Alright, off to bed with you," Bucky said, ruffling her newly dyed hair.

Seven yawned and nodded. "Goodnight, Papa."

"Goodnight, Sev."

IT WAS ONLY WHEN SEV FELL ASLEEP,
Bucky got to work. He carefully crept out of the house, making his way to the small village store. It was quiet at this hour, the village asleep under the blanket of night. He picked up a small box of birthday candles and a set of colored pencils and a sketchbook he had noticed in the store earlier. Seven loved to draw, and he wanted to encourage her creativity.

He returned home, the sky beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn. In the tiny kitchen, he began baking a cake. The recipe was simple, one he had memorized during his time on the run. He mixed the ingredients, poured the batter into a pan, and slid it into the oven. The smell of baking cake filled the air, a sweet promise of the day to come.

As the cake baked, Bucky prepared the frosting, making sure it was smooth and creamy. Once the cake had cooled, he carefully decorated it, writing "Happy Birthday, Seven" in neat, chocolate letters. He added the candles, stepping back to admire his work. It was 4 am, and he was exhausted, but the sight of the cake filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction.

He glanced at the clock again. Only a few hours until morning. He cleaned up the kitchen, making sure everything was in its place. Finally, he allowed himself to rest, dozing off in a chair near the kitchen.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains when Bucky woke up. He stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He made his way to Seven's room, quietly opening the door. She was still asleep, her breathing soft and even.

Bucky knelt beside her bed, a smile spreading across his face. He gently shook her shoulder. "Sev, wake up. It's your birthday."

Seven stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Papa?"

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Bucky said, his voice warm and full of love.

Seven sat up, rubbing her eyes. "It's my birthday?"

"Yes, it is. Come on, let's have breakfast."

They moved to the kitchen, where Bucky had already set the table. He made a simple breakfast of eggs and toast, and they ate together, the morning light filling the room with a soft glow.

After breakfast, Bucky looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. "I have a surprise for you."

Seven's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yep. We're going to the park today."

Her face lit up with excitement. "The park? Really, Papa?"

"Really," Bucky confirmed with a smile.

They finished breakfast quickly, and Bucky packed a small bag with some snacks and water. They walked to the park, the village coming to life around them. It was a small park, but it had a few swings and a patch of grass where they could relax.

Seven ran ahead, her laughter echoing in the morning air. Bucky watched her, a sense of peace settling over him. She deserved this happiness, this freedom.

"Papa, push me on the swing!" she called out.

Bucky walked over, giving her a gentle push. "Hold on tight."

Seven giggled as she swung higher and higher, her hair flying in the wind. Bucky couldn't help but laugh along with her. For a moment, all their worries and fears were forgotten.

After a while, they sat on the grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Bucky pulled out a small sketchbook and the set of colored pencils from his bag.

"Happy birthday, Sev," he said, handing them to her.

Seven's eyes widened in surprise. "Papa, you got me this?"

"I did. I know how much you love to draw."

She hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Papa. I love it."

They spent the rest of the morning at the park, Bucky watching as Seven sketched and played. It was a simple celebration, but it was perfect.

As the sun began to set, they made their way back home. Bucky prepared a simple dinner, and they ate together, enjoying each other's company. After dinner, Bucky brought out the cake he had made.

Seven's eyes widened in delight. "Is that for me?"

"Of course it is. Happy birthday, Sev," Bucky said, lighting the candles.

He began to sing, his voice low and steady. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Seven, happy birthday to you."

Seven blew out the candles, making a wish. Bucky kissed her cheek, his heart full of love for his daughter.

"Thank you, Papa," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Now, let's cut the cake."

They enjoyed the cake together, savoring each bite. After they had finished, Bucky watched as Seven opened her sketchbook and began to draw, her face alight with happiness.

As the evening wore on, Bucky felt a sense of contentment. They had made it through another day, another milestone. Seven was safe, and they were together. That was all that mattered.

Later, as they prepared for bed, Seven hugged Bucky tightly. "This was the best birthday ever, Papa. Thank you."

Bucky hugged her back, his heart swelling with pride and love. "You're welcome, Sev. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

They settled into bed, Seven nestled against Bucky's side. As she drifted off to sleep, Bucky whispered, "Happy birthday, my little girl."

In the quiet of the night, Bucky watched her sleep, tracing the details of her face with his finger. She was his everything, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. With that thought, he closed his eyes, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring, as long as they were together.

BUCKY AND SEV found themselves sitting together in the cozy living room of their small house. The air was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that comes from a deep bond and mutual understanding.

Bucky glanced at Seven, who was engrossed in drawing in her new sketchbook. Her concentration was intense, the colored pencils flying across the pages as she brought her creations to life. Bucky took a deep breath, steeling himself to bring up a subject that had been on his mind for a while.

"Hey, Sev," he began, his voice gentle and hesitant. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Seven looked up, curiosity in her eyes. "Sure, Papa. What's up?"

Bucky shifted slightly, trying to find the right words. "You know, now that we're not with HYDRA anymore, things are different. We have more freedom, and we can make choices about how we want to live our lives."

Seven nodded, listening intently.

Bucky continued, his tone careful. "I was thinking... You don't have to go by the name 'Seven' anymore if you don't want to. If you want, we can choose a new name for you. Something that feels right for this new life we have."

Seven's brow furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong with the name I have now, Papa? Why do I need a new one?"

Bucky hesitated, trying to explain without causing her any distress. He knew how sensitive she was. "There's nothing wrong with your name, Sev. It's just... I want you to know that you have options. You can be whoever you want to be."

Seven's confusion deepened. "But I like being Seven. It's who I am. Why would I want to change that?"

Bucky looked at her, seeing the genuine perplexity in her eyes. He realized that for her, the name 'Seven' was not just a label given by HYDRA; it was a part of her identity, one she had come to embrace despite its origins.

He smiled softly, reaching out to gently ruffle her hair. "You know what, Sev? You're right. There's nothing wrong with your name. Seven is perfect, just like you."

Seven's face lit up with a smile. "Thanks, Papa. I like being Seven."

"And I like you just the way you are." He said with a smile.

It was quiet for a bit, comfortably quiet. Simply enjoying the closeness and comfort of being together. As they broke apart, Seven returned to her drawing, and Bucky watched her with a mixture of pride and love.

"You're one special kid, you know that?" Bucky said, his voice filled with affection.

Seven glanced up, her smile widening. "Thanks! I think..."