Bucky x Loki Oneshots

Long After Dawn (Chapter 2)

Bucky's head hurt. He couldn't remember being in this much pain since his escape from Hydra a while back. He groaned, rubbing the back of his aching head, wincing upon seeing the red liquid staining his warm flesh hand. "Ah, shit."

"Buck!" he heard someone yell. It must have been Steve, he thought. Who else would dare call him by a nickname. This name was reserved for someone he trusts. And besides Steve, noone has yet gained his trust.

"Steve... what?" Bucky asked groggily. Pushing himself up with his metal arm, he put himself into a sitting position. He closed his eyes, swallowing down the nausea that crept through his throat as his head spun in seemingly never ending circles.

"Don't move. You're bleeding." Steve said, cupping Bucky's chin and tilting his head to get a closer look at the injury.

"Yeah. I can feel that, punk." Bucky grumbled. He knew Steve ment well but him poking around in his wound made him a lot more frustrated than he actually felt, given the circumstances he was in right now. "Can you stop putting your dirty hand in my wound, Steve? You're starting to piss me off."

"That coming from the one who caused the plane to crash? I think you're on thin ice, Buck." the blond man put the hand, that was previously busy keeping his pal's head in place on the other mans shoulder, squeezing lightly. "It would be better for you to mind Stark right now. He's practically declared war against you."

"Mind me?! MIND ME?! Steve, this guy crashed my plane! Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Tony yelled from a distance, which was soon being closed by his fast pace.
Bucky looked up, wincing when the afternoon sun hit his face. He could make out Stark's angry face, only slightly being aware of his and Steves heated discussion about what has happened. If he was being honest he barely remembered what had happened. He remembered him being angry at someone. But he didn't know why.
That was until he saw a black haired man being held back by Thor.

"Loki." he muttered, gaining the attention of both Steve and Tony.

"Oh look who remembers!" Stark said, the sarcasm in his tone pissing Bucky off even more. "Well, good to know that you at least remember your agression problem!"

"I don't have an agression problem, Stark."

"Oh really? Because last time I've checked my plane crashed because of you." Tony bent down, now being eye level with the other man. "You think you don't have anger management issues?" Tony whispered threateningly, poking his index finger against Bucky's chest. "I've seen Bruce handling situations better than you do."

"Tony, I think it's enough. Let's focus on what we are going to do now. Have you talked to your.... plane-"

"He's an AI assistant, Rogers. And his name is Jarvis." Tony hissed at the taller man. Steve seeing him slightly stand on his toes, trying to compensate the massive height difference between them made him smirk for just a tiny second. As soon as he realised what he has done though, Steve immediately stopped. Luckily Tony has shown no sign of recognising Steve's small slip.

"I beg your pardon," Loki interrupted the three men in frustration. He glanced at the soldier still sitting on the ground between Steve and Tony's legs, holding his flesh hand against the back of his head. "This place is disgusting. It's all muddy."

"Oh well, excuse me, your highness. We shall bring you to a place that's warm and cozy just the way you like it." Tony mocked. This was definitely not how he had this day planned. It wasn't one of the worst he's ever experienced so far but it came pretty close. Trapped in the middle of nowhere with people he could not for the life of him stand. It was just great.

The rest of the conversation was a blur to Bucky, not being able to take his eyes off the tall black haired man in Thor's grasp. He couldn't make out a single scratch. Nothing. Steve had told him that he was somewhat "special" but he just assumed him to be a difficult personality. He must have been lucky not to be in such an immense pain.

He pulled himself up, Steve immediately stopping where he had been calming Tony down and aided his longtime friend. A wave of nausea and dizziness was rushing over Bucky but he just brushed it off.

"So what are we gonna do now?" he asked, looking around.

"Well, it looks like we're going camping." Stark sighed. "Until I can get Jarvis or the quinjet to work again, we'll have to stay here. Luckily I think we've got some blankets in there somewhere. Make a tent, don't make one, I could care less. Just leave me alone, I have to focus." and thus the mechanic was gone, soon followed by Steve after he sat Bucky down on a fallen tree and making sure he was alright. Thor on the other hand still didn't let go of his brother, keeping him still under the weight of his arm.

Bucky watched as Steve followed the short man into the quinjet before focusing on the Norse god once again. What he didn't expect to see was him returning his glance this time. It was a teasing stare accompanied by a mischievous smile. He didn't know what was going on in the tall man's head but he was sure, he was up to no good.