[ Bucky could never drive him away -- not even when he was brainwashed and told to kill him. Steve loved him too much to let him go, and he frowned as he looked down at their slumbering baby. He didn't have the heart to test it, to wake him up, and so he settled in the surf, making sure the water covered their baby's head. He shifted to cuddle Bucky too, kissing his mouth softly and tugging him close, appreciating the cold slide of scales around his legs.

He could get used to this, he knew, and he shook his head. ] No, we'll keep him in the water for these few months. I don't want to hurt him. [ He smiled softly. ] Thank you for giving us such a beautiful boy.