Pre-war Stucky Oneshots *uwu*

stubborn little punk

It was all fine. Just a normal, meaningless argument, not like they haven't had it at least a thousand times before. It was all fine, until it wasn't. And all that just because Bucky Barnes couldn't shut his stupid mouth.

Steve rushed through the door, a gust of wind coming in with him. He slammed it harshly behind him. His feet felt heavy and exhausted, but blood was still rushing through his veins and the adrenaline hadn't left his body quite yet. He seemed to not even acknowledge his split lip, the scratches on his cheek, where his face had hit the pavement, the bruises covering parts of his face nor his damn bloody knuckles. His hair was a mess and his hands sweaty. He slipped off his shoes and kicked them into a corner carelessly. It was only then that he saw Bucky standing in the middle of their apartment staring at him intensely and it was only then that he realized what he's gotten himself into now. A big sigh escaped his mouth and he made his way to the bathroom, not saying a word. His mind was practically screaming as he walked past his friend.
Please don't say anything, please don't say anything, please don't-

Bucky grabbed his shoulder, forcing Steve to stay where he was. Of course he would say something. Steve really wasn't in the mood for this shit. „Bucky, listen...just leave me alone, alright?" He said, a piercing look on his face. He could practically see Bucky turning on his overprotective mode, the second Steve had said those words. „You come home, lookin' like this, more than an hour late and tell me to just leave you alone? Steve you look half dead, Jesus", Bucky sighed deeply, now taking a closer look at Steve's face for the first time. He really did look horrible. „Buck, please I'm tired and it's nothin' I swear, doesn't even hurt", Steve answered not hiding the annoyance in his voice. He was angry, he really was. He was sick of all this, this being so small and skinny and not being able to throw a damn punch. „Yeah, sure", Bucky murmured sarcastically, not believing a word. His grip was still tight on Steve's shoulder.

„What were you even thinking? Your sense of self equals zero, doesn't it?", he now asked, already sounding mad at Steve. Why did it always have to end like this?
Steve rolled his eyes. „I don't wanna talk about it, just let me go for heaven's sake." Steve growled and tried to free himself from Bucky's arm. Usually he wasn't like this. He didn't shut Bucky out, but this time...it just felt different. He was convinced that he was better off alone anyway. Bucky pulled Steve back so that he had to face the taller man. „I am not letting you go and you know why? Because you can't take care of yourself and if it weren't for me you'd be lying dead in a back alley or some shit." Just thinking about it gave Bucky goosebumps, it was one of his biggest fears and it was always too damn close to reality. „Well, I appreciate your concern, but" Steve hesitated, he didn't want to act impulsively but at the same time he only felt rage inside of him. The way Bucky stared at him, with his stupid blue eyes, his half parted lips and the way he had a stern look on his face, it was just..

„I can take care of myself just fine. I don't, I don't even get why you would do this. I don't need no one to take care of me, so-„ he felt like he couldn't find the right words and it got him even more angry „So even if I were lyin' dead in some back alley. What would it matter to you anyways? You- you can have a perfect life, this isn't even important!" He had started shouting more than he had wanted to and the following silence felt more uncomfortable than ever. He almost didn't dare to look up into Bucky's eyes again now, but he just had to. „How can you even say that?", Bucky whispered, barely understandable. He wanted to both slap and kiss Steve for it. How couldn't he know? How wasn't that punk aware that he was the most important person in his life?
Steve didn't answer the question, he wasn't even sure Bucky had actually asked. All he did was stare at the floor, his expression unreadable. „What happened, Stevie?", Bucky asked after a few seconds. His voice calm and soothing, not at all like his heart just broke into little pieces.