Bucky holding your baby girl for the first time. Fast forward 16 years and she's going on her first date. She's beautiful, with her fathers eyes and hair. "Have her home at 9:30," Bucky instructs harshly. You hold his arm to make sure he doesn't kill the poor terrified boy. Fast forward 10 more years and she's sitting in front of you with a man. "We're getting married," she smiles up at her father. "I'll kill you," he growls at the now man. "Bucky!" You yell, and pull him back. Cont.
“Dad please,” she pleads softly. “I think you and I need to talk,” he growls and yanks up the man pulling him outside. “Start looking for another boyfriend,” you smile at your baby girl. “He’s going to have to let me go,” she whispers. “I know, you’re just his baby girl,” you say patting her knee. “He had no problem letting my brother get married,” she mumbles. “It’ll be okay,” you promise. Bucky comes back with the man and sits beside you. Cont.
Fast forward one year and you’re sitting in a chair watching Bucky walk your baby down the aisle. You tear up, he hands her over. Fast forward three more years and she’s waddling up to your door alongside the bravest man. You grin and open the door for them. End.
Oh I love love this - Gen