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"Peekaboo!" Bucky cooed again, his features exaggerating glee while his son gargled and giggled all he could, pacifier long fallen under the pillow Evan laid on. "That's a happy baby, yes it is, yes it is!"
A loud snort echoed behind him, almost making Bucky jump - keyword almost, he had some pride.
"What?"
"This child has you wrapped," Natasha mockingly mimed wrapping her finger, "So wrapped."
"Says the woman who sang to him for... three hours last night? Don't trample my joy look at our baby, look."
And look they did, for a long time. Evan just kept babbling happily.