Till the End of the Line: Our Life | Stucky Fanfic

1.) The First Time*

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Steve paced his room, waiting for Bucky to come home. He'd had a long shift at the hospital, one he didn't really want to go to in the first place, and Bucky should be home any minute.

Sarah knocked on the door. "Steve? You okay?"

"Yeah, Ma, I'm fine," Steve sighed as he opened the door.

"Really? My floor would say otherwise," Sarah said, hands on her hips.

Steve blushed as he sat down on his bed. "Just waiting for Buck, s'all."

Sarah leaned against the doorframe. "It's getting late, though. Are you sure he'll come over--" Sarah laughed as she shook her head. "Of course he's coming over," she said.

"We had plans," Steve said. "We're supposed to meet up with these friends of his from work."

"Well I have an early shift tomorrow morning so if you come home late..."

"We'll be quiet. I swear."

Sarah smiled. "Good. I have dinner ready, if you're hungry."

"Thanks Ma," Steve said.

The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the apartment. "Something smells good," Bucky called as he walked down the hall. He stopped to kiss Sarah on her cheek. "What're we talkin' about?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just our plans for the night."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Plans?"

"With your friends?" Steve emphasized, fidgeting in his seat.

"Oh, right." Bucky laughed. "We should get going soon. They're probably at the diner already."

Steve grabbed his hat and stood up. "We'll be back later, Ma." Steve moved to kiss her on the cheek.

Sarah squeezed his arm. "You two be safe, now. And again--"

"We'll be quiet. Promise." Steve pushed Bucky down the hall. "Come on before she forces us to eat something."

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. "What? You don't want to spend our anniversary with your mother?" he whispered as they walked out the door.

Steve blushed, shutting the front door with a click. "Could you say that any louder?"

Bucky shrugged. "What can I say? I like to live on the edge," he said as he started up the stairs.

Steve paused. "Did you forget something?"

"Nope." Bucky walked up the stairs, toward his parents' place.

"Then why are--"

"Rooftop, pal."

Steve grinned as he jogged up the stairs, following Bucky all the way to the rooftop. "I thought you wanted to get pizza?"

"Nah," Bucky said as he opened the door to the roof. "I figured this made more sense for tonight."

Walking out onto the rooftop, Steve couldn't help but gasp. "Buck," he whispered.

Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve's waist. "Too much?"

"No, I... Wow." On the roof, Bucky had a huge pillow fort spread out for them. So many pillows and blankets that Steve wasn't entirely sure where Bucky got them all from. "How..."

"Don't ask. C'mon, let's eat."

After far too much pizza and a couple of beers each, Steve and Bucky found themselves laying among the pillows and blankets, hand in hand. "This is wonderful," Steve whispered.