Narrator's POV

"Oh, yeah?" Bucky asked, listening to Oliver continue with a story.

Oliver was sitting at the dinning table while Bucky was in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner.

Peter and Wade had come with the groceries and went upstairs while Bucky got dinner ready.

"Yes. We mixed peroxide and potassium iodide. The chemical reaction between them shoots out a column of foam. We added some food coloring in to make it fun." Oliver said.

"That sounds fun." Bucky said as he seasoned some chicken breasts, getting ready to grill them on the stove.

"It was until Jeremy ate some and got sick. Mrs. Liv said that we would no longer try it after that." Oliver said, petting Sassy on his lap.

"I guess your friends don't have common sense, huh?" Bucky laughed, grilling the chicken now.

"He's not my friend." Oliver said. "I don't have friends at Midtown. I'm the youngest one there." He said.

"Wait." Bucky looked back at Oliver. "You go Midtown?"

Oliver looked up at him. "Oh yeah. Midtown School of Science and Technology. Just like Peter." Oliver said.

"Wait, does Wade go there?" Bucky asked.

"Mhm." Oliver nodded.

"Hm." Bucky smiled at him. "Smart kid."

"I want to be an artist though." Oliver said.

"An artist?" Bucky asked. He was making some rice now.

"Yep." Oliver nodded.

Bucky scoffed. "You know, Steve is a very good artist." He smiled as memories replayed in his mind. "Maybe one day he can come over and show you a few of his drawings. Or I can bring one of his sketchbooks and show you."

"I would like that very much." Oliver said.

His stomach rumbled as he got a whiff of what Bucky was making.

"That smells really good." Oliver said, standing on his chair now to see what Bucky was cooking.

"Just you wait til you try it." Bucky smiled at him.

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"Hmmm..." Wade held a deck of cards and stared at Peter through some dark sunglasses. He watched as Peter looked through his deck.

"Go fish." Peter said.

"I don't think you're playing this game right." Wade said, removing his shades.

"Ehehehe~" Peter snickered as he held his cards up to his face.

"Petey, you're definitely not-"

"Dinner's ready!" Bucky's voice interrupted Wade.

Peter and Wade looked at each other.

"FOOD!" They both said and got up, racing to the door.

Wade quickly turned back to look at Peter's deck. "I knew it." He said before running down stairs.

"What did you make for dinner, Mr. Barnes?" Peter asked as he took a seat upon the dinning table.

"God, it smells so good." Wade said, taking a seat next to Peter.

Oliver sat across the two.

Bucky came to the table with four plates in his arms. He placed one in front of Peter, Wade and Oliver. He placed the forth at an empty spot next to Oliver.

"Chicken cob salad." Bucky said.

Oliver took his fork and took a bite full of veggies and a piece of chicken after.

The food was rich in flavor. The chicken was nicely seasoned and juicy. The salad was fresh and tasty.

"This is great." Wade said with a mouthful.

Oliver laughed a little.

"Yeah, it's really good." Peter said, taking a drink of water.

"Thank you." Bucky said. "I'm glad you like it." He looked at Oliver. "But the real question is: Is it Oliver approved?" He asked.

Everyone looked at Oliver, who was happily eating his food.

Oliver looked up to see everyone looking at him, he then smiled at Bucky and nodded.

"It's Oliver approved." Peter said.

Bucky smiled at the toddler before going back to eating his salad.

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"Is there anyway you'll trust me?"

"Nothing comes to mind."

"I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya, you will reach the top alive."

"Throw me the rope.... Thank you."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We'll wait until you're ready."

"Again, thank you."

Everyone was sitting on the couch watching "The Prince's Bride" after eating dinner. It was an old movie, but it was a gem.

Bucky sat on the left end of the couch with Oliver by his side. Peter sat beside Oliver with Wade at the other end of the couch. They were all entertained by the film.

Peter watched as his little brother struggled to keep this eyes and to keep his head from falling forward. He smiled down at him.

Oliver's eyes shut and his head began to slowly fall forward.

"Hey, Ollie." Peter whispered and gave his brother's shoulder a light tap.

Oliver's head sprung up, and his eyes opened. He wiped his curls out of his face before turning to Peter. "Hm?" He was so sleepy.

"Come on, bud." Peter said, putting his arms around Oliver and lifting him up. "Let's go to bed."

Oliver placed his tired head on Peter's shoulder and closed his eye. "But Peter, it was just about to get to the good part." Oliver mumbled.

"We can finish it tomorrow. I promise." Peter said, rocking Oliver a little and gently patting his back. He began to walk to the stairs.

Oliver head perked up. "Wait..." Oliver groaned. "I want Mr. Barnes to take me."

Peter looked at Bucky, who was looking back at him. "I don't know if Mr. Barnes wants t-"

"I don't mind." Bucky said, getting up from the couch. "I'll take him up stairs."

"Are you sure? You don't have to." Peter said as Bucky made his way to him.

"Sure. It's fine." Bucky said, stretching his arms for Oliver.

Oliver pulled away from Peter and wrapped his arms around Bucky, laying his head on his shoulder.

"You go finish the movie, I'll take him upstairs." Bucky smiled at Peter.

"Thanks." Peter said, going back to the couch, snuggling Wade.

"Alright, come on bud." Bucky said, taking Oliver upstairs.

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"Comfortable?" Bucky asked as he finished tucking Oliver in.

"Mhm." Oliver nodded.

"Alright." Bucky pulled away. "Goodnight, kid." He messed Oliver's curls up.

"Goodnight." Oliver said.

Bucky turned off the lamp on the nightstand and made his way to the door.

"Mr. Barnes..." Oliver called.

Bucky turned back to him. "Yes?"

"Will you tell me a story?" Oliver asked.

Bucky smiled. "Sure." He kneeled at Oliver's bedside. He thought. "Once upon a time, there was a little boy who made his dads so crazy, they decided to sell him to a circus."

"An evil circus?"

"No, a nice one with monkeys." Bucky said.

Oliver smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky smiled at Oliver. "Call me Bucky." He said.

Oliver sat up and looked at Bucky before wrapping his arms around him suddenly. "You're not half as bad as you think you are." Oliver said.

This caught Bucky off guard. "Hah..." He gasped softly.

"You're not a bad guy." Oliver said.

Bucky sighed, tears pooling in his eyes. He embraced Oliver, holding him close.