Bucky Barnes Imagines

Snowman

Summary: It's the anniversary of your brother's death and your husband, Bucky and son, Ethan try to cheer you up.

A/N: I wanted to post this on the 14th of December, because the person who requested this (who I won't name here because I don't know if she wants to be mentioned) told me her brother died on that day a couple of years ago. Sadly, I was on a cruise and the internet sucked so, here I am now! I wanted to make this one a bit personal but also, not too personal since that wasn't the whole point of the request. I was given the choice and I chose to do i this way. Anyways, I hope you like this one! (This one is long, I know)

Warning: angst, death, fluff

The holiday season was upon you and the ground was covered in white snow. You watched closely as your four-year-old son stood on the couch with his hands on the window, watching the big flakes of snow falling down from the sky.

You smiled, wrapping your hands tightly around the mug filled with your favored hot beverage before taking a careful sip. You saw your son's face light up as he turned to you, tapping his pointer finger on the glass. "Look, mommy! It's snowing!"

"Sure is, Ethan," you chuckled. "Now come over here and drink your hot chocolate. It's going to get cold soon."

Ethan, full name Ethan James Barnes, quickly jumped down from the couch and ran up to you, climbing on your lap. You set your mug down on the coffee table and wrapped a blanket over the both of you. Ethan settled on your lap, sitting down sideways so he could lean the side of his head on your shoulder.

You took your and his mug, handing him his hot chocolate. He took it with a smile and a small "Thank you," shot your way.

"You're welcome," you said.. You both sipped on your drinks as you looked out of the window, staring at the snow.

You heard the door of your bedroom opening. You heard footsteps getting closer and you turned your head, looking at your husband over your shoulder.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you singsonged, earning a playful glare from the super soldier. "Got up early enough to watch the snow with us."

"Seems like I had perfect timing," he said, a tired smile on his face. He walked closer, circling the chair you were sat on and kissed the top of your head, ruffling Ethan's hair.

"Opened your advent calendar yet?" He asked as he plopped down on the couch opposite from you.

Ethan shook his head and set the mug down hurriedly, making the hot beverage spill over the sides. He jumped up from your lap, almost tripping as the blanket came off with him. He barely avoided falling down on his face but somehow managed to stay up and run to the kitchen.

"Ethan James! You spilled hot chocolate all over the coffee table!" You scolded as you leaned down to wipe it off with a napkin.

"Sorry!" He yelled out before coming back to the living room with his chocolate advent calendar in hand. He ran up to Bucky and sat down on his lap, bending his knees in front of him and laying the calendar against them. "Can you help me find it?"

"Of course," Bucky said, running his finger over the calendar, searching the small door with the number of the current date. "How many have you opened already?" He wondered out loud to himself. He began murmuring numbers as he counted.

"What number?" Ethan asked.

"Well, if you've opened thirteen already, what's the next number?"

"Fourteen," Ethan said while frowning. "Obviously."