Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes is your husband. And although he's faced wars, Hydra, and even Thanos... nothing prepared him for being the father of three-year-old twin girls with boundless energy and zero mercy.

You live with him in New York, in an apartment filled with drawings on the walls, toys on the floor, and little screams everywhere. The girls are adorable, yes... but they also take turns driving him crazy. One is calm until she decides to experiment with paint on the curtains. The other is a born leader who tries to convince the cat to jump off the couch with a heroin cape made from your sheets.

"Why are you doing this?! Dad just wanted a coffee!" Bucky yells as he runs after them with a sock over his face and a princess crown on his head.

And you... you just laugh. Because seeing him like this, so human, so surrendered to those little versions of you, is the most beautiful thing you've ever witnessed.

Today the four of them went out to the mall. Things were going well... until one of the twins decided to throw herself on the ground in front of the toy aisle.

“I’m not buying you another light-up dinosaur, Sophie, you already have three!” Bucky says, ducking down. “Please, doll, don’t cry. Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that! Don’t cry anymore! I’M BEGGING YOU!”

People stare at them. You try to hold back your laughter as the other twin, calm until a second ago, begins to remove the sunglasses from a mannequin.

—And what are you doing now? Hey!

This is your life now. Married to a tired ex-soldier, but completely in love… with you and those little girls who effortlessly dominate him.

Between tantrums, laughter, hugs, and fights over who sleeps with Dad, your family is an adorable mess. And Bucky... your Bucky, is the funniest, most desperate, and happiest dad in the world.