Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

He was over a year old when Bucky and Bullock settled on the baby's name.

They named their first son Stephen, or Steve for short, the same name as Captain America.

Although it is very common to name your child after your parents or relatives and friends, and some people even have the same name as their parents, since everyone knows that Bucky and Bullock's son is called Steve, look at the relationship between this family and Captain America. The eyes are all weird.

Considering Brock's character of being able to flirt with anyone casually, and considering the rumors he had with Captain America when he first came to S.H.I.E.L.D., everyone felt that Bucky had a little green on his head when they saw him.

But fortunately, the child inherited the black hair and green eyes of the two fathers respectively, otherwise Brock really has a mouth and he can't tell.

After this period passed, Bucky saw someone discussing himself and Captain America in the internal forum of S.H.I.E.L.D. He wrote a lot of bloody articles about not being able to love each other because of the same gender, and even drove the little train whining ring.

This caused Bucky to be unable to look directly at his hair for a while.

The righteous Captain America knows nothing about this.

In a few years, little Steve started going to school.

Bullock found that the child's personality was not like any of his fathers, he was the one who was praised by the teacher for giving out little red flowers, and he was the one who bullied his classmates behind the scenes and sowed discord.

Such a little thing is full of meat, but his mind changes faster than anyone else. He doesn't change his face when he tells a lie, and he can make up the cause and effect clearly.

Bucky was very worried about this, but Brock didn't care. Anyway, no matter what little Steve did, he could solve it with a fist as big as a casserole.

On this day, Bucky just got off work and picked up little Steve from the outside and brought him home.

Bucky patted the dirt on his body and asked, "What did you do again?"

Little Steve pursed his mouth, his big and round green eyes sparkled, he rubbed his eyes aggrieved, and said coquettishly, "Dad thought I was annoying and threw me out of the house."

Seeing that he was about to cry, Bucky couldn't help but hold the child in his arms, and pushed open the door, ready to nag Brock and condemn him for his rough behavior.

Brock is baking small biscuits in the kitchen. The shapes of biscuits in the oven are very colorful. There are Kroger pistols/guns, M60 tanks, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sky aircraft carrier...all kinds of weapons.

What an ingenuity, Bucky thought, my wife is so cute.

At home, the man wearing a tight black vest turned his head and glanced at the father and son.

He held an unlit cigarette slantingly in his mouth, his arm muscles were tight and smooth, his eyebrows and eyes were unruly, but he bent over the tableware on the stove and was busy with ease.

Seeing this scene, Bucky's throat tightened, and he wanted to take off Brock's clothes, bite hard on his neck and wrist, and feel the powerful pulse beating under the hot skin...

Perhaps while little Steve is doing his homework, block him in the bathroom of the master bedroom, watch him struggling against the cold wall like a drowning fish, lift up his clothes and let him hold it in his mouth, and listen to him being shy And the secret moaning/groaning...

Bucky's brain is surrounded by yellow waste.

In fact, even if someone live-streamed Brock having sex with someone on the big LED screen in Times Square, he would not be shy, let alone afraid that his son would hear it.

So fantasies may just be fantasies.

Little Steve, who was waiting for Bucky to make decisions for himself, felt even more aggrieved. He retreated and ran over to hug Bullock's thigh, arching his furry head back and forth.

"Dad, when can we eat?"

Brock grabbed him by the collar and lifted him in the air. Little Steve couldn't help shrinking his neck in fear, and glanced at Bucky pitifully.

"Is the three-hour standing punishment over? No eating until the station is full."

Bucky said timidly: "Or you'll be fined to stand after eating, what did he do wrong?"

Bullock snorted coldly: "He made three girlfriends in the kindergarten, and he also molested other boys. When I went to work this morning, I was blocked by a bunch of kindergarten kids who hugged my thigh and cried. I'm covered in snot and tears, what do you think?"

The man put the baked biscuits into a small lunch box and glanced at Bucky.

Bucky took the shy-eyed child from Brock, and reluctantly accompanied little Steve to stand for punishment.

He listened to the chirping birds in the yard, rummaged through his pockets, found a few candies, and stuffed them into his son's mouth.

The father and son looked at each other silently, like two poor little children oppressed by a tyrant, hungry and helpless, they had to squat on the ground and poke the ant nest with a branch to play.

After the three-hour standing penalty was over, little Steve finally ate his long-awaited biscuit.

In the evening, under Bucky's education, he was forced to choose the one he liked the most in his harem, and tearfully accepted Bucky's long-winded education of "one must be dedicated and responsible".

After little Steve fell asleep listening to the fairy tale, Bucky quietly returned to his bedroom.

Brock heard footsteps in a half-dream, opened his eyelids and took a look, his lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were dazed.

Seeing that it was Bucky, he closed his eyes in peace and rubbed his face against the white pillow.

Bucky was a little ashamed to think of the grand ending of the little prince and princess living happily together in the fairy tale book, and he couldn't fall asleep. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over, bit Brock's lips lightly, and said in a low and gentle voice: " Do you know that there must be one less angel in heaven, because you are lying beside me now."

Brock woke up with his nausea.

"Who are you talking to?"

Bucky smiled sweetly: "Follow you, little fool."

Bullock: "..." It's really against the sky.

He opened his eyes and turned his head away, with a serious expression: "You speak so eccentrically, do you still have brainwashing sequelae, I will take you to see a doctor tomorrow."

Bucky is angry.

"I'm talking about love! You know nothing! Can't you cooperate with me?"

The puzzled Bullock let out a deadpan expression.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at him.

Bullock was unmoved.

Bucky gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep obediently. SHIELD still has a field mission tomorrow.

Just when Bucky was about to fall asleep, Bullock turned over, put his arms around Bucky's shoulders, and stroked the thick but soft hair on his head again.

"I'll be with you on the mission tomorrow."

Bucky naturally wrapped himself around Bullock's arm, hugging Bullock like a koala.

He whispered: "I can do it myself, I'm very good."

Bullock had obviously fallen into a sleep state where he didn't know who he was, and he hummed aimlessly.

Bucky pressed Bullock's head to his chest, smiled softly instead of the low voice he just pretended, and moved his raised eyelashes up and down.

"OK then."