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Caregiver: Steve Rogers

Little(s): Sam Wilson (4), Bucky Barnes (1)

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It wasn't easy getting two littles to bed. Especially when their headspace's are so different from each others.
You have Bucky, who is tired all the time due to his headspace. But if he doesn't get his proper hours of sleep he can be a cranky mess. None the less, he's easy to handle if you play your cards rights.

Then there's Sam, who will do everything in his power to stay up. He will hide, he will run, he will pretend to go to sleep and then stay up after, he will even deny pajamas and milk before bed. Going to sleep was like torture for Sam.

But Steve was a determined man. He knew his littles all to well. That being said he was preparing some milk and almond milk for the boys. Sam liked almond milk, Bucky liked 2%.
Bucky's was in a bottle and Sam's was in a sippy cup, despite his protest for a "big boy" cup.

He grabbed the two drinks and walked into their bedroom, Bucky was on the the bed staring at the ceiling, content with suckling on his pacifier. Sam was on the bed with his arm crossed. Steve noticed that Sam didn't dress himself in his pajamas. He sighed, but didn't press on it yet.
"Pick your battles."
He thought to himself.

"I don't want milk."
Sam grumbled.

"I know you don't, kiddo. But you drink it in the morning, you have to drink it at night. Don't you want your bones to be strong?"

"No!"
Steve held back a chuckle. He just gave Sam a slight stern look and placed the drinks on the nightstand. He went to Bucky and kneeled down to his level, he tickled his stomach lightly. Bucky was happily babbling from the sudden touch.
"Lets get you dressed, Buck." He cooed, standing up again and walking to the closet. He grabbed a simple blue onesie, some fuzzy blue pajama pants and a fresh diaper. He rested it on the bed and made work of getting Bucky changed.

"How come you didn't get dressed in your pajamas, Sammy?" Steve asked in a soft tone, hoping Sam wouldn't get upset.

"I don't wanna. I no want pajamas."

"Well.. is there something else you want to wear?"

Sam was quiet after that question, his face softening a little bit. But after a couple of minutes he finally spoke, "I-I wan' papa's shirt. P'ease?"

Steve smiled as he finished dressing up Bucky, "Of course you can, bud. Which one do you want to wear?"
Sam shrugged, not saying anything after. He still didn't want to go to bed, but wearing one of his papa's shirts would make it better.

"It's okay, buddy. I can pick one for you. How about you play with Bucky while I get you your clothes?"

Sam smiled then nodded. Bucky crawled towards Sam and contently started to poke at him. Both of the littles were laughing and having a sudden good time.
Steve snuck out of the room before the two could notice.

"Bucky! Stooop!" He giggled, Bucky kept on poking Sam's face contently. Sam gently grabbed Bucky's hands and took them off of his face.
Sam quickly poked Bucky's cheek, "Got 'ou!"

Bucky squealed and laughed, the two kept going at this for what seemed like forever. But they eventually got bored of poking each other.. and just sat there silent.

Sam groaned and laid himself down on the bed. "Papa taking fo'ever.." As if on cue, Steve came in with one of his shirts. It was white with a small Nike logo in the front. He grabbed one of his more loose fitted shirts so Sam could be more comfortable.
The little falcon also noticed a dreaded item in Steve's hand..

"No papa. No pull-up. I big boy."
Sam argued, moving back from Steve on the bed.

"I know you're a big boy, Sam. But it's just in case anything happens. Remember it's only for this week, okay?"

Sam wasn't happy with that response at all.
"No! I don' want it! It's for babies! I'm not a baby!"
He argued, getting louder. The sudden abruptness made Bucky flinch, a small frown appearing on his face. Steve wasn't ready to handle two upset littles, but he was prepared to think fast.

"Sam, no yelling. I understand what you mean, but I know you don't want to have an accident. You don't want to have cold sheets, right?"

Sam huffed with a small pout, "I no get cwold sheets.. I big."

Steve have a reassuring smile and caressed Sam's cheek, "I know bubby. If you put a pull up on now. I promise you won't have to during the day anymore. Deal?"

Sam was sure of himself that he wouldn't have an accident, but he knew that Steve wouldn't budge. With a small sigh, Sam nodded his head. Steve kissed the top of the little's head.
"Thank you, sweet boy. Do you think you could do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Then just like that, a small smile came back on Sam's face. Doing tasks himself was one of the things he took pride in doing when regressed.
"I do it! I be back!"
Sam grabbed his clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

Steve sighed and looked over to Bucky, who thankfully calmed down from earlier.
"Your brother is something else, huh?" He chuckled, Bucky giggling along with him. Steve grabbed Bucky's bottle with his opened hand and used his other to help himself get in the bed.
He moved closed to Bucky and readjusted him so that his head was laying on his chest.
Steve took Bucky's pacifier out and replaced it with the bottle, Bucky happily suckled on the silicone nipple.

Steve hummed a small tune while gently stroking his fingers through Bucky's long hair. He'd have to give him a haircut soon, or at least, that's what big Bucky said he wanted. Bucky could feel the small vibrations coming from Steve's chest, he loved it.

"I all done papa!"
Sam screeched, Steve held a finger to his mouth. Sam made an "ohh" like sound and gave a thumbs up.

"Can you do me a favor and turn off the lights, kiddo?"

Sam nodded with a smile and turned off the lights to the bedroom. While doing so, Steve took out the bottle from Bucky's mouth and laid him down next to him. Steve grabbed Bucky's pacifier and placed it in the littles mouth, he was now sleeping peacefully.

Sam quickly brought him self to the bed and snuggled next to Bucky. Steve was on the left, Bucky was in the middle, and Sam was on the right of the bed.

"Do you want to drink your milk tonight, Sam? I know you said you didn't want to earlier.. but it's okay if you still want it."

"Nuh uh.. not thirsty, papa."

Steve chuckled, "That's okay buddy. I love you, sweet dreams kiddo."

"I love 'ou more papa!"

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LORD HAVE MERCY I LOVE LITTLE SAM AND BUCKY. THEY ARE THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST!

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