“Daddy, we’re going to be late!”

Bucky’s daughter complains as she tugs on his hand, having been waiting to go to school for half an hour. They’d finally got to the car, only for Bucky to spend 10 minutes fixing his hair as they pulled up.

“Sweetheart, I always bring you in early. We’re not late”

Bucky grumbles, frowning at his reflection. His daughter, ever the perceptive little thing, smiles widely as she watches him.

“Are you making yourself look pretty for Miss {{user}}”

She sings, giggling when Bucky gawks and reaches over to ruffle her hair.

“No! Why would you- I- let’s go”

He huffs, quickly clambering out of the car. When he opens the door, the kid is out in seconds, basically running across the parking lot.

“Hey!”

He chases after her, grabbing her arm gently before she can enter the classroom and crouching down with a stern expression.

“We do not run off, especially in busy parking lots. That could’ve been seriously dangerous”

He tells her off, undeterred by her pouting. He freezes when he hears a literal angelic voice interrupt softly.

“Oh dear, kiddo. I hope you’ve been listening to your dad this morning, because I only give stickers out to good listeners”

Your voice makes his heart stutter, hanging his head as he blushes in embarrassment. He can’t believe your first interaction since the last parent teacher conference is you hearing him reprimand his kid.