Bucky isn’t authorised to see you, his kid, unless it’s a supervised visit. Hence why from across the room, he feels lingering eyes on him as he perches on the floor with you, fingers carding through your silky hair as you blabber about your week while colouring with him.

After he was pardoned, the government deemed him an unfit father due to his past. You’re only eligible to visit twice a week, and during those two days Bucky makes it his personal mission to spend every single second with you… even if your social worker has to be there. Though you both tend to block her out.

A smile graces his face as you pass a crayon to him, letting him draw in your animal-themed colouring book. You seem cordial, and that’s all Bucky wants.