Don’t Forget To Remember Me part 1
Original request from a v lovely anon: Could I request a BuckyXdaughter!Reader? Like she was his kid in the 40s and she was only six when he ‘died’ and she grew up wanting to join the military but sad because everyone told her she couldn’t, but then something happens and she gets captured by HYDRA, at this time she’s 14, and she get’s deployed with the Winter Soldier and Steve recognizes them and he gets them to remember and just angst and maybe fluff?
A/N: Okay, so I started writing this and realized that this is not a oneshot sort of deal. So. I guess we’re just gonna have to see where it leads us! I hope that it’s alright that I tweaked some aspects of your request, they just seemed to fit. I’m honestly super excited about this story, so thank you for sending in this request!
Word Count: 3176
Warnings: Death, loss, angst, crying? Sad dad times.
“D’you really hafta go, dad?” I ask, my voice soft to hide the tremble. He’s going away to do something really important. I have to be strong for him.
“I’m afraid so, doll.” He says, dropping down onto one knee so he can be at my eye level. “Uncle Steve’s gonna take good care of you while I’m gone, right, Stevie?”
“Of course.” Steve says, placing a protective hand on my shoulder. He’s a small man, but he’s nice and I like him.
“Okay.” I nod, rubbing at my eyes, trying to stop the tears before they start.
“C’mere.” He says, pulling me to his chest. I wrap my little arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I know you don’t.” He says quietly, pulling me away from him so he can look at me. “But I have to. Gotta protect our people, okay?”
“Okay.” I nod. He presses a kiss to my forehead before standing.
“You take care of my little girl, punk.” He says quietly, pulling Steve to his chest in a hug.
“You know I’ll do my best, Buck.” I hear Steve say.
“Yeah, I know.” His voice cracks a little before he pulls away from the hug.
He ruffles my hair before grabbing his rucksack, slinging it over his shoulder and heading off to join the throng of men awaiting the transport. Uncle Steve and I watch him disappear in the crowd. As soon as my dad’s gone I tug on Steve’s sleeve. He gently takes my hand in his and leads me away from the
“Are we gonna be okay, Uncle Steve?” I ask quietly. I’m not sure if he can hear me over the roar of the city, but I ask anyways.
“We’re gonna do our best.”