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Steve had it all planned out even if Tasha and Clint thought it wouldn't work. Wanda just wanted to play with this kid name Viz, and Steve kneeew Viz would like his little cousin, that is if he ever left his Papa's side. As much as Stevie loved his own daddy, he was a big boy and when they got to the park he was encouraged to run around. Just as long as he stayed on the playground, Stevie could go anywhere. But Viz kept away from all of them, with only Sam knowing his name because their dad’s knew each other. Poor Wanda had been waiting forever for Viz to come onto the jungle gym, so she could play with him for reals but he just stayed with his Papa. Viz's little brother, Petey, who was too small to climb up with us so he went to the sandbox with his other cousin Pietro, and Silly Willy the sand eater. He didn't want to believe that this kid wouldn't want to play with his baby cousin, it was just he was stuck with his papa. Sooo Steve had a Plan .
He had told his dad all day yesterday that he wanted him to sit on the little blue bench and show him how he could climb the monkey bars. Mr. Viz and Petey's Dad always always sat on that bench with Vision. But if Stevie's daddy was there then there would be no more room for Viz and he would have to come play with Wanda.
"Ok Stevie, show me your monkey tricks" Bucky called out from the bench. His little boy had been hyping him up all day yesterday and he was feeling pretty excited damn it. Steve was a bit on the smaller side which initially made him worry, but the therapist had advised that matching his enthusiasm would do wonders making Steve feel more sure about himself. It would be better than Bucky projecting his fears on the his little sport. Plus had even made some local neighborhood friends who were in his tumbling class as well as here at the park. Buck was sure he'd have a heart attack after Steve started jumping off of things after the first lesson. 'I almost jumped out of my skin when he was practiced falling on the couch'. He shook his head chuckling back on the memory of lunging without thinking for his son.
A part of him was suddenly hyper-aware that this wasn't his usual spot and began wondering why he never sat here before. It was a really good spot, easy to keep an eye on Steve and Ophelia's twin pipsqueaks from here. Plus the other frequent Dad’s usually helped keep an eye on things. After talking to Nick after tumbling, Clint & Natasha's Dad, they agreed to bring their kids here twice a week on Wednesdays and Fridays. As for the little boy that followed Stevie around, Sam, he had never talked directly to the boy’s his father but spotted the man every so often by the tree reading with deep umber eyes over his page. Sammy seemed pleasant enough for Bucky not to bother the silent man.
'Huh maybe I'll sit over here from now on' he leaned back watching Steve make his way from his friends to the shorter monkey bars, thank the lord. He was so focused that he almost yelped when he felt a small tug on his empty left sleeve. "Excuse me? Sir?" He turned to see 2 clear blue eyes and a small mess of black curls holding onto his sleeve, "Could you scoot over please?" The kid was so soft-spoken but Bucky moved a bit more to the edge. "Hey Vizzy, so what do you want to ta- oh uh...?"
Bucky looked up at the approaching footsteps to be floored by the fucking model that owned them. The stunning gentleman was sporting a well-groomed goatee and looking like he just walked out of a magazine with his expensive looking button up and slacks. He couldn’t stop staring, what even was he doing? Oh god he had to stop staring , but the man had to know he was attractive, looking like that... in comparison to Bucky's lazy sweats and T-shirt, 'Please tell me I'm not wearing the shirt with the food stain on the stomach" he prayed silently. But before he had a chance to look down to check himself, the olive-skinned fella swooped the little curly fry that had asked for Bucky to scoot up in his arms, beginning to soothe him.
"Hey hey buddy boy, no sad faces ok? Let's find another spot? Everything is ok... " Bucky was knocked out of his obvious fixation to notice that the kiddo seemed on the verge of tears. Bucky felt his face flush with shame before scrambling from his seat, "Oh uh sorry guys, I'll move let me just-." "No No you don't have to, sometimes things don't go according to plan and that's ok baby boy." It sounded less pointed to him then to his kid, but James still felt a knot in his stomach forming. With a sad nod from the boy, James watched the alluring man wander off towards a patch of grass near the large sandbox.
'Wow, I'm such an asshole, I was more focused on checking that guy out the anything else.. oh shit Stevie!' He whipped his eyes to the playground to see his own little boy frowning at him. 'Aw man did I miss it?'