Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Fifty-Seven.

This is the final chapter. A little on the shorter side, but I don't believe in dragging things out unnecessarily. Enjoy! <3 Artie

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The year 2041...

Steve paced the hallway, occasionally looking up towards the hospital room they stood in front of. His daughter in-law's cries could be heard through the walls and it took all his effort to not burst in. Tony was calm, practically passed out in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs with his arms crossed.

Jana and Bucky spoke with Mira and Azuri over the phone. Steve stopped in front of them, gripping his hair that was sprinkled with white.

"How are you all so calm?!" he freaked out.

"Not our first grandkid," Bucky shrugged. Returning his eyes back to the phone screen, their eldest grandchild popped his head in the screen.

"Poppy!" little Itri exclaimed. Though he lived in Wakanda with his parents, Azuri and Mira, his favorite person in the world was his grandpa Bucky. Or, Poppy, as he's called the former Winter Soldier since he could talk. He was the perfect mixture of all four grandparents. T'challa's curly hair, with a white streak along the side from his grandma Ororo, Mirjana's complexion, and Bucky's expressive blue eyes. He was as beautiful as you would expect a prince to be.

Steve pulled his hair again and resumed pacing. Jana elbowed her husband's side, urging him to talk to his best friend. Bucky groaned before standing to talk to Steve. She took the phone so she could continue to speak with their eldest daughter and her family.

Bucky had to stretch his back when he stood. At 124, his age was starting to catch up to him. He gripped Steve's shoulder to gain his attention. "Hey, punk. Wanna get a coffee with me?"

"No, what if-"

"She'll be fine."

"But-"

MJ groaned and rolled her eyes from her chair, where she and Peter had been silently observing the former Captain America's near meltdown. "Peter, take the old men to the cafeteria before Steve gives himself a heart attack."

"Yeah, yeah. Just one second, I need to check..." Peter pulled a mirror out of his backpack and held it under Tony's nose. When it fogged up with his breath, he nodded and turned to escort the super soldiers downstairs.

"What was that about?" Jana asked MJ.

She nodded at Tony. "He was worried Stark was dead."

Jana leaned forward, noting that he was completely knocked out. "Huh. Didn't expect that."

"Mom! Gotta go! Morgan's calling me! I'll call you and dad later before we put Itri to bed. Bye!" Mira practically shouted through the phone. Without waiting for a response, she hung up. Jana pouted, but knew Mira wanted to talk to her best friend. At the same time, the hospital door opened, and Natasha and Pepper stepped out, wide grins on their faces.

MJ sat up in her chair. "Well?"

"Two girls!" Pepper answered with tears in her eyes. She collapsed in the chair next to her dozing husband. "I'm a grandma. Unreal! Am I even old enough to be a grandma?"

Natasha squatted in front of her. "If you're old, then we're all old."

Jana snorted and crossed her arms. "I'm 77 with four grandchildren – from two different kids. The two of you are barely in your 50's. Do not talk to me about being old."

"Hottest 77 year old I've ever met," MJ mumbled.

"Thank you!" Jana grinned. She then nodded towards Tony. "What happened to him, by the way? A few hours ago he was freaking out worse than Steve."