Multicoloured pens were scattered over the hardwood floor, creating an array of colour on the plain mahogany. Paper was littered around the living room, some displaying colourful scribbles on which your daughter declared 'art'.

She is currently lying on the floor (to avoid getting pen on the sofa), enjoying turning white paper into so-called masterpieces. She had an adorable smile on her face as she concentrated on her drawing. It was just another squiggle in another colour but to her, it was artwork.

Beside her, Bucky is also lying on the hard floor. He has his own piece of paper which he is focusing on. He paid a lot more attention to detail than his child did; he was more careful with lines and shading. Bucky was actually trying to draw something, his competitive nature getting the best of him.

He had come a long way from the damaged and unstable Winter Soldier and had now transformed into a loving father. Bucky still experienced rough patches but you helped him navigate through them, just like you always had. Having a child had certainly helped him, putting on him a responsibility which he must upkeep.

Bucky and your daughter talk as they colour side by side. The strong bond between them is prominent in their interaction. The occasional childish giggle coming from them can be heard, brightening even the dullest of hearts.