For Better or for Worse (Stucky)

Snapped

Turning over in bed, Steve extended his arm in an attempt to pull Bucky close, only to find Bucky's side of the bed empty. Inhaling sharply as his heart dropped, he opened his eyes and snapped from his half-asleep state to look at the messy sheets in the light of the early morning. „Bucky?" He called softly, sitting up and looking around.
Running a hand through his hair, Steve inhaled deeply as he got off of bed -ignoring the sore pain in his hips- and made his way to the living area, smiling softly as he started smelling coffee and bacon.

„Darling?" He called in a teasing sing-song voice, smiling softly as Bucky stuck his head out of the kitchen door, hair messy from sleep.
„You were supposed to stay in bed!" Bucky exclaimed in fake exasperation, though his soft smile as he tilted his head back to press a soft kiss to Steve's lips gave him away.
„Oh, I was?" Steve teased against his lips, smiling softly as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
„Yes, you were." Bucky smiled against him, shaking his head. „There can't be a breakfast in bed without the breakfast-eater in bed!" He grinning and jokingly pushed Steve back by his chest. „So, back to bed."

Steve shook his head a bit as he smiled, putting his hands up in mock surrender. „Okay, okay. Forgive me, please. Can I pee on my way back though?"
Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling as he turned back to the stove. „Yes, you may. But stay in bed afterwards."
Steve chuckled softly and went to the bathroom before slumping back down in bed, replying to Sam's text and checking how the weather was supposed to be. Looking up as Bucky entered the bedroom again, carrying a tray loaded with food and drinks.

Setting it down carefully next to Steve on the bedside table, he sat down with him and moved close to his warmth, pulling the blanket over their legs and kissing his shoulder. „Now... Good morning, baby."
„Good morning." Steve replied softly, smiling at him and kissing his temple. „Thank you for making breakfast."
„Of course." Bucky smiled back at him, though he looked pretty tired. Stretching slightly, Bucky took the tray and moved it into their laps, smiling softly as he looked down at the array of coffee, juice, water and the crisp bacon, toast, fresh fruit and scrambled eggs.

Steve smiled softly as he picked up a piece of sliced apple, carefully holding it in front of Bucky's mouth and smiling as the brunet took it from him, giggling softly as he leant against him. „I love you."
Steve chuckled at Bucky's muffled voice around  the apple, kissing his temple as they started eating. „I love you, too."
Enjoying the food, Steve thought about how lucky he was to have Bucky, about how adorable his lover was to make him breakfast. Glancing at him from the side as he watched him eat, relaxing against him. But despite his comfortable and cuddly position, Steve didn't miss how quiet he was. How he harshly bit his lip from time to time and blinked slowly, the dark circles under his eyes lined with the shadows from his lashes.

„How did you sleep?" Steve asked softly when they'd finished eating, putting the tray aside and holding Bucky close.
Bucky shrugged and didn't say anything, expression solemn. Biting his lower lip again as he closed his eyes, shaking his head a bit and curling against Steve's side.
„You don't want to tell me?" He pressed a chaste kiss to his temple, smiling against his skin softly.
„Hm-hm." Bucky just shook his head, keeping his eyes closed as he felt Steve's warm lips.

„Okay. That's fine." Steve reassured him softly, nodding against him. „Just try, when you feel like it. It's very sweet that you got up to make breakfast despite being tired. You didn't have to do that."
Bucky opened his eyes again, looking towards the window which was being splattered with rain. „I... I wanted to make you happy. And distract myself."
„You always make me happy." Steve answered softly, kissing his temple again. „I love you."

Bucky smiled softly and exhaled deeply, his smile fading again as he frowned slightly. „I love you, too."
Watching his expression vary and falter from time to time, Steve bit his lower lip. Thinking about their perfect day the day before and leaning his head against Bucky's, gently putting his hand onto the other side of his head and caressing his hair softly. Slowly running his fingers under his hair, over his scalp and caressing the skin of his temples and behind his ear. Letting him know he was there.
„Do you want to rest some more?" Steve asked softly, watching Bucky's forehead wrinkle with his frown.
„I want... I..." He sounded confused and shook his head, moving away from Steve as he mumbled something in Russian.