Almond shaped expressive jewelled irises the color of jade, narrowed playfully.

"I could be persuaded to help you in getting Rogers off your back," The golden bronze toned young woman, smirked prettily.

James Buchanan Barnes, known as Bucky, sighed in defeat, knowing what she wanted, in order for her to throw Steven Henrik Rogers off his trail.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a package of Mint Oreos, he then gave it to her, even though it was  his favorite type of sweet snack too.

The young woman kissed his cheek and offered him three of the Mint Oreos, already chewing on one.

"Indira Lokidottir, what would I do without you?" Bucky laughed openly.

She was his best friend, his confidante and his safe haven, all in one.

"Probably still be stuck with those idiotic Nazi cowards and on the run from Steve," Indira answered cheekily.

Bucky's laughter echoed throughout Indira's simple yet beautiful cottage.

They were currently in her birthplace of Babylon in Asgard.

"Only you can call literal evil beings, idiotic cowards, never change, Indi," Bucky shook his head in fond amusement, a grin lighting up his face.

At his request, Indira had trimmed his long locks, shampooed, conditioned, brushed and then tied his hair into a simple man bun, that added to his attractiveness.

His ocean blue eyes met her jade green irises in a meaningful glance, she was his peace of mind and he was grateful that it was Indira who found him, wandering in Romania.

He did miss his best friend, Steve but he knew that if Steve had found him, that he would've been upset at Bucky not remembering everything.

As they sat down in her elegant library, curled up on the velvet rug in front of the hearth, Indira conjured one of her favorite novels.

Anne Rice's Interview With the Vampire, as Indira read quietly, Bucky laid his head on her lap and felt himself relaxing.

And then as she described the tragic vampire child, Claudia de Lioncourt, Bucky opened his eyes and glanced up at her.

"She sounds similar to you, thick dark brown curly hair, jewelled irises, bronze skin, charisma luring people in," Bucky spoke softly, hiding a fond smile.

"'Claudia was my daughter, my redemption, my second chance at life, the chaos and noise of my former existence, she was everything,'" Indira read the words of Louis de Pointe Du Lac.

And then it clicked for Bucky and he realized that the way Louis felt about his blood daughter, was the same way he felt about Indira.

Indira was his daughter, his redemption, his second chance at life, the chaos and noise of his former existence, she was everything.

She was the Sun, Moon and Stars, she was far too good for this world but he was being selfish with her for once.

The jewelled jade eyed woman had told him of how her mother used to love and treasure her very much when she was a child, but as she grew, her mother distanced them from each other.

When he asked her about her father, Indira had stated that while she loved her biological father, she could never like him.

Bucky had realized that her parents were heavily toxic to each other and that Indira chose to be free of the complex anger fuelled emotions.

When he asked who raised her after her mother abandoned her at the tender age of five years old, Indira was silent for a moment.

"Brunhildê Valkyrie raised me on her own and she's been my true Mama ever since I was five years old," Indira revealed as she showed him moving photographs of him and the famed Valkyrie.

"She's a very pretty dame, you look as if you are her biological daughter," Bucky traced the smile on picture Indira's face.

"Mama is strictly into women but I know Sam Wilson is definitely into you," Indira smiled mischievously.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed freely, he should've known that the woman he thought of as his daughter, would notice the signs of him and Sam flirting with each other.

He had never been so glad to be with Indira as he grinned at her, his soul seeming much lighter.

"I'll definitely ask him out, once we head back to the Tower, right now, I just wanna spend time with you, doll," Bucky told Indira who smiled softly at him.

She indeed saw Bucky as her real dad, he never brushed her off and he always made time for her, he reassured her that her emotions were valid.

Heimdall was her biological father and while she understood he was the protector of the BiFrost, it did not mean that he was allowed to neglect her.

She had seen her uncle Baldur make time for his children, she had envied their easy going familial relationship.

As she continued reading the bittersweet tragedy of Louis and Claudia, Bucky promised that he would not abandon Indira, the way that her biological parents had.

Once she finished the novel, Bucky was asleep, his head on her lap and her right hand interlaced with his left hand, on her knee.

Indira smiled softly at the sight of the man that she thought of as her father.

When he awoke, she would talk to him and her Mama and see about changing her name.

She would no longer be Indira Lokidottir.

Instead, she would be Indira Vanitas Barnes, daughter of Brunhildê Valkyrie and James Buchanan Barnes.

It did not matter that they were not her biological parents.

It did not matter that her mama was aromantic lesbian and her dad was pansexual.

Indira herself was biromantic asexual and she did not judge others, unless if they were abusive, serial killers, pedophiles or rapists.

Indira laid down on the rug, her cactus Squishmallow underneath her head and a Teen Titans blanket was covering her and Bucky.

She carefully maneuvered Bucky to lay next to her and made sure he had an elk Squishmallow underneath his hair, she also took his scrunchie out and made sure he was comfortable.

As she laid back down beside her dad, Indira sent a mental message to her mama and let her know of what she wanted to do.

Once Bucky woke up, his life would change once again but in a good way.