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Stucky - Ive Got You, Bud.

Request by @ICanWritePERIODT: "I don't have any specific requests other than either SamBucky or Stucky Hurt/Comfort. I need that sheit in my life😂"

Prompt: Set during civil war. Bucky gets phantom pains in his metal arm while its under the hydraulic press, he regresses and Steve comforts him best he can.

Bucky woke up with a groan, eyes blurry as he adjusted to the dim lights, adjusting the way he sat to ease his aching body. His eyebrows furrowed feeling a "weight" on the metal limb attached so carelessly and violently to his shoulder. He looked over and grimaced at the hydraulic press holding his arm in place. He was stuck.

"Hey Cap." He heard calling out through the warehouse. He looked up best he could seeing his best friend, and some other dude, come in the room.

"Which Bucky am i talkin to." Steve spoke sternly. Bucky wanted to curl up and disappear. He missed the old stevie, short and puny and determined. He guessed Steve was still determined enough, seeing as he chased him down for years and broke laws for him.

"Your moms name is Sarah... You used to wear newspapers in your shoes..." He chuckled to himself. "And even though you were puny youd still give me cuddles before i went to bed..." His voice softened at the last comment, the memories of old times before the war when Steve was his caregiver, he was happy he still had those memories. They were strong enough and held enough meaning to withstand the torture he received from HYDRA.

"Cant read that in a museum," Steve smirked.

"Just like that we're supposed to be cool?" Sam spoke up, raising an eyebrow Steves way.

"...Whatd i do-?" Bucky asked, voice scared and weakened. He hated that he didnt remember what he had just done, the amnesia and panic yielding the memories.

"Enough."

"God... I knew this would happen... Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words." He sighed, dropping his head in shame before lifting it again to meet Steves eyes.

Their conversations continued, Steve trying to pull information from his best friend while he could. The man wanted to know about Siberia, Bucky had explained. Where he was kept. It wasnt till their conversations calmed down that Bucky sighed and groaned, shooting pains growing stronger through his metal arm.

Steve had noticed, getting his arm out of the press. Bucky let it hang limp in his lap, but couldnt help but whimper and shift uncomfortably at the sharp pains shooting up his arm. Phantom limb pain, something he had quite often. Sometimes it left him laying in his beaten down mattress in his abandoned apartment, crying and gripping at the sheet in such immense pain it was almost as bad as when they put the metal arm on.

Bucky found himself regressing, mind feeling smaller by the second as he tried to cope with the pain. He was classified in the 40's, and HYDRA would never have a little be their Winter Soldier. They forced him to stay big till the poor man forgot how to be little. It wasnt till he got away, hid in Romania, that he learned to regress again. It helped with the nightmares, the flashbacks, the phantom pains.

"Buck?" Steve asked softly, noticing his change in demeanor and the small whimper that left his lips.

"Hurts..." He mumbled, sniffling as he held his arm to his side, the metal digits and plates twitching as his body reacted to the pain. Steves eyes widened for a second and looked to Sam, the two of them both realizing that Bucky was infact little. Sam, being neither a caregiver or little, took a step back and put his hands up in surrender.

"I dont know what im doin, you do, man." He mumbled. Steve sighed breathlessly and kneeled infront of his best friend.

"What hurts, bud?" He consoled the little, a hand resting gently on his knee.

"Arm." He frowned, looking down to his metal arm.

"You can feel it-?" Steve asked, suddenly worried that he had just crushed his best friends arm in a hydraulic press, only for the man to feel every bit of it.

"Nu-uh. Phantom..? Pain." He paused after the first word, thinking to himself on if it was correct or not. "Hurts..."

Steve frowned, mirroring Buckys expression as he patted his knee. "C'mere, hon." He sighed, scooping Bucky up into his arms with super soldier ease. Bucky squeaked and held on tight, afraid he might be dropped to the cold hard ground. After a moment he relaxed into Steves comforting hold, cooing as he rested his head on his shoulder.

"Its gonna be okay, Buck. We've got you. Im gonna keep you safe." He reassured, looking to Sam as he bounced the little on his hip. Bucky sniffled and let his tears fall, so many emotions built up all coming crashing down as he was around his caregiver once again.

"M sorry... M sorry..." He chanted, voice hoarse and broken.

"Shh... Youve got nothin' to be sorry 'bout bud." He gently corrected. He took a chance and ran a gentle hand over the littles shoulder, where the metal met scar tissue, and gently massaged it to see if itd help. Bucky whimpered at first, but eventually, his shoulders relaxed and his tears slowed.

"Ive got you, pal." Steve whispered.