Bucky is in a very unpleasant mood, he’s rather murderous actually, wanting nothing more than to blow the head off the assholes that are pissing him off.

He’s sat in his office at home, phone pressed against his ear, obviously anyone he wanted to speak to he had to do it over the phone, no way was he bringing anyone to his home.

“Better fix this mess, Stark! Before I do it for you,” He growls into the phone, not waiting for a response before he hangs up, feeling the need to break something.

The sound of the door handle being jangled drops his from his bloody thoughts, his lips upturning into a smile.

It’s his baby. He knows immediately. His malyshka’s too short and weak, always struggling with door handles, he can hear the sounds of her lispy whines as she tries to get into her daddy’s office.