Pre-war Stucky Oneshots *uwu*

Blue

„Describe it to me."

Bucky couldn't even count the times he had heard that sentence coming out of Steve's mouth by now. Since they were little kids. And he always did describe. Well, he tried at least. Bucky wasn't an artist, he wasn't a poet, god, he could hardly write decent. But how could he not try if it was Steve who asked him?

Bucky couldn't even imagine what it must be like...knowing that there's this amazing thing called „colours" out there, making the world look all different and beautiful, knowing that Steve, as an artist, theoretically could paint and draw with those colours, creating astonishing pieces of art but not being able to see them at all in the first place. It just sounded so frustrating. Of course it still worked, Steve drew the most beautiful drawings Bucky had ever seen. But, oh lord, if he was able to use colours too, Bucky couldn't even dream about what great things his friend could do. And he felt so sorry for Steve that he couldn't. But Steve never complained, he just always wanted to know. Wanted to absorb everything Bucky had to say about colours to understand them better.
Bucky took a deep breath before trying to explain, but this time it was hard.

„Well, blue." He really didn't come up with anything else. The question had caught him kind of off guard. Steve shook his head, staring at Bucky intensely. „Describe it to me. You exactly know that I have no idea what „blue" looks like. Please, Buck." And how could he ever deny Steve anything? He kept thinking, resting one thumb on the dimple on his chin, like he always did while thinking. Steve frowned, he couldn't believe he had to help someone who was able to see colours to describe them: „Well bright blue like the sky, a deep blue like the sea or blue like ice? Just give me an example." That didn't help Bucky at all and what helped even less was Steve still staring into his eyes so intensely, as if a miracle would happen and he could suddenly see the colour of them.

Bucky felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. „I don't get why it's so important to you anyway...knowing the colour of my eyes", he mumbled, breaking the eye contact by looking away at last. Steve shrugged „I just want to know, really", he said, sounding a bit indifferent. But Bucky knew him and he could tell that he was lying, that there was more behind this question. What he didn't notice was Steve now worriedly looking at the yellow letter lying on their table. „Well, I don't know, Stevie. I think a light blue? I can't say? It's not special, really."
I doubt that, Steve thought, because this was Bucky Barnes. Everything about him was special in a way. The way he smiled, the way he gestured while talking, Jesus, even just the way he was sitting there.
If Steve knew one thing, it was that Light blue, not that special wasn't a justified way to remember Bucky Barnes' eyes.

It was only now that Bucky noticed what Steve was looking at and his mouth got dry all of a sudden. „If this is about the draft-„ Steve interrupted him by shaking his head. He didn't want to talk about this, he couldn't. It was unfair. That Bucky had to fight and he didn't. He had to stay home and watch and there's nothing he could do about it.

Bucky placed a hand on Steve's cheek, making a soft „shhh" sound as if he exactly knew the thoughts racing through the young man's mind. He hesitated for a moment, then he kissed Steve. It was a gentle and slow kiss, just reassurance and being each other's peace and each other's home. They've done this for a while now, never talking about what their relationship actually was. Bucky now looked into his..best friend's eyes steadily. „I'll be fine- I will come back and we'll both be fine, you know that Stevie and I promise it to you."

Steve sighed. He wanted to believe Bucky, he wanted it so badly, but if- if Bucky was never coming back he also could never forgive himself for not having been there with him. He'd be all alone, somewhere far far away from him.

And Bucky was never coming back.

1942

A lot had happened. Hell, more than a lot..Steve's whole life had changed more than he could've ever even dared to imagine. He was bigger now, more muscular, more handsome, more everything. But what he loved the most about his transformation with the serum was his eyesight, not only did he have 20/20 vision, no. He could actually see colours now. And it was amazing.
Overwhelming at first, but now? Just amazing. He loved all of them and even if he hasn't had the time to paint or draw something colourful yet he already had over a hundred ideas popping up in his mind.