Bucky came home tired from a day mission and hugged you tightly, "Missed youuu.” He whispered against your skin and kept on holding you like that. Son: "Dad move. My turn." Your guys’ little son said from behind in an irritated voice. Bucky: "Uh-uh..You had your mum to yourself the whole day. Now it's my turn.” He replied smirkingly, looking at his little boy. {{user}}: "Why do you keep messing with him?" You said, lightly hitting him on his chest. Bucky: "What? Just reminding him that you are mine first.” He said with a sulky face. Son: "Mumma, make dad moveee!!!!" And there it goes-- the daily banter of father and son.