YALL LAST CHAP OF CIVIL WAR. Anyways, papa Steve 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
FLASHBACK AHHHHH
ITS BEEN A BIT SINCE IVE DONE ONE OF THOSE

BUCKY REMEMBERS THREE TIMES WHEN he was able to see Seven as a baby. The air in the HYDRA facility was cold and sterile, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a stark glow over everything.

Bucky sat in a small cell, cradling a tiny bundle in his arms. It had been only a few weeks since Sev was born, her soft cries filling the otherwise silent room. She was so small, so fragile, and Bucky's heart ached with a fierce protectiveness.

He held her gently with his flesh and blood arm, terrified of the metal one. He remembered the old man telling him that he would kill Sev with his arm, that's why she can't stay with him. Bucky believed it somewhat, but he knew that wasn't the full reason.

The cold, unyielding metal seemed like a monstrous thing next to her delicate skin. He had seen firsthand the destruction it could cause, the lives it had ended. The thought of it touching her, even accidentally, sent a shiver down his spine.

As he gazed at her, tears welled up in his eyes. Her big blue eyes, identical to his own, stared up at him with a mixture of curiosity and awe. She babbled softly, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she reached out.

Bucky smiled, his fear momentarily forgotten. "Hey there, my baby," he whispered, tracing a gentle finger along her cheek. Her skin was impossibly soft, and he marveled at the tiny life in his arms.

Sev's eyes followed his finger, her gaze unwavering. She cooed softly, her small hand reaching out. Bucky's heart skipped a beat as he saw her weakly reaching for his metal arm. Panic surged through him, and he instinctively pulled it back, out of her reach.

"No, Sev," he murmured, his voice trembling. "Not that one."

But Sev was persistent. Her little fingers stretched towards the metal, her determination evident even at such a young age. Bucky watched in awe as she continued to reach, her tiny face scrunching up with effort.

"I said no," he said softly. "No means no, my little baby." He said, with a smile. She was determined and he loved that.

He desperately wanted to hold her with both arms, to give her the embrace she deserved, but the fear was too great. He looked at his metal arm with a mixture of hatred and despair. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her.

Time seemed to stand still as he gazed down at her, committing every detail of her tiny face to memory. He kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against his lips.

But all too soon, the door opened again, and the same cold-faced agent stepped back in. "Time's up, Barnes."

"No, please," Bucky pleaded, his voice breaking. "Just a few more minutes. Please."

The agent shook his head. "You know the rules. Hand her over."

Bucky's grip tightened around Sev, but he knew he had no choice. With a heavy heart, he looked down at her one last time. "I love you, Sev, I love you so much, my little girl."

Reluctantly, he handed her back to the agent. His arms felt unbearably empty as she was taken from him. He wanted to scream, to fight, to do anything to keep her with him, but he knew it would only make things worse.

THEY WERE NOW SPRINTING WITH
Steve and the rest of their criminal team, the urgency of their escape driving them forward. Bucky's hand was gripped tightly around Sev's, ensuring she kept pace with him. He knew that in the chaos, it would be easy for her to fall behind, and he wasn't willing to risk that.

The Quinjet was in sight, just a short distance away. The group pushed forward, their determination etched on their faces. Suddenly, a blinding beam of yellow light cut across the pavement in front of them, forcing them to a halt. They all looked up, eyes widening at the sight of a red figure hovering above them.

"Captain Rogers," the figure, named Vision, said in a calm, almost gentle tone. "I know you believe what you're doing is right."

Before anyone could respond, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff landed in front of them, blocking their path. Tony's face was set with a mix of resolve and regret. "But for the collective good, you must surrender now," he added, his voice carrying a note of finality.

T'Challa, Spider-Man, and Rhodey landed beside them, their presence creating an impenetrable wall of opposition. The two sides were now face to face, tension crackling in the air like a live wire.

Seven's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene. She had seen Tony and Natasha briefly before, but this was different. This was a confrontation, a clash of ideologies and loyalties.

"What do we do, Cap?" Sam asked, his eyes on Steve.

Steve's expression was one of grim determination. "We fight," he said simply, raising his shield.

"Sev, go behind that!" Bucky shouted, throwing her slightly behind the crate

Sev didn't argue, she sat there. She knew despite what was happening, they were all good people, and no one was going to risk hurting a kid.

Suddenly, Spider-Man swung in, landing near the crate where Seven was hiding. His masked eyes focused on her, and he tilted his head in curiosity. "Hey, you're that girl from before!" he exclaimed, sounding almost cheerful despite the chaos around them.

Seven glared at him, not in the mood for pleasantries. "Stay away from me," she warned.

Spider-Man held up his hands in a placating gesture, he stepped down, and walked towards her. "Whoa, easy there! I'm not here to hurt you."

Sev threw a punch, but he caught it pretty quickly. "Hey! Not nice!" Spider-Man said.

"Sorry! You're on the other side though." She said throwing another punch, this time hitting him in the ribs.

"You have a punch on you, that's for sure!"

"WHERE'S SEV? I NEED TO GET SEV!" Bucky shouted, his voice strained with desperation. They were nearing the Quinjet now, but the chaos around them made it difficult to focus.

Steve, running beside him, glanced over with concern. "Sam, do you have eyes on Sev?"

Sam's voice crackled through their earpieces, the urgency clear. "You both need to get out of here! I have Sev, I'll watch her for a bit."

Bucky's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. "No! That's—"

"She'll be safe! Get out of here!" Sam shouted, cutting him off.

Bucky shook his head, frustration and fear bubbling to the surface. "But—"

Steve grabbed Bucky's arm, pulling him forward. "We'll come back for her, Buck! We need to get out of here now!"

Bucky's mind whirled with conflicting emotions. Seven would be terrified, thinking he had abandoned her. The thought of her scared and alone twisted his gut. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, trying to focus.

He pressed his earpiece, his voice shaky but firm. "Promise me she'll be okay!" he pleaded with Sam.

"I promise!" Sam's voice came through, steady and reassuring.

Bucky took a deep breath, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "Come on!" he shouted to Steve, urgency in his voice. They sprinted towards the Quinjet, the sounds of battle fading slightly as they neared their escape.

(Tbh I didn't feel like writing the whole scene where Tony beats tf outta cap and bucky 😭)

THE FIGHT WAS DONE, and the dust had settled. Seven found herself sitting in a cold, dimly lit cell, the walls closing in around her. Her cell was nestled between Clint's and Sam's, their presence a small comfort in this place of confinement. But the gnawing feeling of abandonment lingered, her thoughts swirling with confusion and hurt.

Her green jacket and favorite t-shirt had been taken from her, replaced by a scratchy blue uniform with a grey undershirt. The fabric irritated her skin, a constant reminder of her situation. They had told her that since she had chosen to fight alongside the adults, she would be imprisoned like them. Seven couldn't understand how that could be legal, but there she was, treated no differently than the others.

The bitterness towards Sam still simmered within her. He had told Tony where Steve and her papa had gone, and that betrayal stung deeply. She tried to focus on other things, to push away the anger and sadness, but it was difficult. Her papa's absence weighed heavily on her heart, she was convinced he was coming back for her though.

In her boredom, Seven resorted to telling stories in her head, a coping mechanism she had developed during her time in HYDRA's cells. This place, despite its harshness, wasn't as bad as HYDRA. But she missed her papa fiercely, and the loneliness was a constant ache.

The minutes stretched into hours, and the hours into what felt like days. The silence was occasionally broken by the soft murmurs of Clint and Sam, but otherwise, the facility was eerily quiet. Seven shifted on her uncomfortable cot, trying to find a position that didn't make her itch from the rough fabric of her uniform.

She was lost in her thoughts, recounting a favorite story in her mind, when she caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Steve, moving with purpose through the corridor outside the cells.

"Steve..." Sev muttered, her voice barely more than a whisper. She moved closer to the bars, her hope rekindled. If Steve was here, then maybe—just maybe—they were getting out.

SEV WAS BROUGHT TO WAKANDA, a place of remarkable beauty and advanced technology. The serene landscape contrasted sharply with the turmoil in her heart. She clung tightly to her papa, tears streaming down her face as she buried her head into his white tank top.

Bucky's embrace was firm but gentle, his one arm cradling her head to his chest. His metal arm had been removed for the process he was about to undergo. "Sev...shh, it's okay," Bucky whispered, trying to soothe her.

"No...it's not. I don't know how long I won't be able to see you for," she hiccuped, her voice muffled against his chest. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his waist, refusing to let go.

Bucky felt a pang of guilt, but he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You're always my little crybaby, huh?he said, his voice filled with affection.

"Not funny, papa." She said, muffled.

He chuckled again. He kissed her forehead gently. "Baby, I'm doing this so you can be safe, so we can be normal one day." He rubbed circles on her head, trying to calm her down.

Sev's sobs quieted slightly, but her grip on him didn't loosen. Steve approached, Sev heard him but didn't lift her head from Bucky's chest.

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Bucky looked up from Sev to meet Steve's gaze. He sighed, a heavy sound filled with resignation. "I can't trust my own mind, so until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing. For her, for everybody," Bucky explained, his eyes filled with sorrow but also determination.

"It's time, Mr. Barnes," a voice said, interrupting their moment.

Bucky nodded, then looked down at Sev. He kissed her forehead one last time, a gesture filled with love and a promise of return. "You'll take care of
my baby, won't you Steve?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Steve nodded solemnly. "It would be my honor," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.

Bucky gently pushed Sev away, his hand lingering on her shoulder. "Go with Steve, Sev. I love you," he said, his voice breaking slightly.

Sev clung to him for a moment longer before finally letting go. Steve stepped forward, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders. Sev's face pressed into the lower part of his shoulder, but she kept peeking out, her eyes fixed on Bucky. Steve rubbed comforting circles on her arm as they watched Bucky walk towards the chamber.

Bucky turned one last time, giving them a reassuring nod before stepping into the chamber. The person began the process, his hands moving swiftly over the controls. Bucky lay down, his face a mix of resignation and determination. As the chamber began to close, his eyes locked onto Sev's one last time.

"It's okay, Sev," Steve whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "He's doing this for you, for all of us."

The chamber hissed shut, and within moments, Bucky's body was encased in a layer of ice. Sev's breath caught in her throat as she watched, her heart breaking at the sight of her papa frozen, knowing it was necessary but still so painful to watch.

Steve held her tightly, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He knew how much Bucky meant to Sev, and seeing her in such pain tore at his heart. "It's okay, Sev..." Steve repeated, his voice a mix of determination and sorrow.

As the room grew silent, the hum of the machinery the only sound, Sev finally pulled away from Steve's shoulder. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. "When will he wake up?" she asked, her voice small and trembling.

Steve knelt down to her level, looking her in the eyes. "As soon as they find a way to remove what HYDRA did to him. He'll come back to us, Sev. He's strong, and he's fighting for you, and all of us."

Sev nodded, trying to find comfort in Steve's words. She glanced back at the chamber, her heart aching but filled with a sliver of hope. "I miss him already."

"I know," Steve said, pulling her into a hug. "I miss him too. But I got you now, you and I."

Sev nodded against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "You and I." She said.