Love, Bucky (A Stucky Fanfic)

2!Burlesque

  Bucky entered the small hospital room, glancing nervously at the man at the desk. "Ah, you're here. Come in, come, come." Bucky did as told and sat the age-old cot next to where the doctor stood. "So, you nervous, mija?"
  Bucky laughed. "I'm nervous and terribly excited, doc."
  Señor Jimenez grinned. "Ay, mami, that's normal. I would be concerned if you weren't." He picked up a vial and a syringe. "This is it, after this everything will change. Are you sure about this?"
  Bucky nodded vigorously.
  Señor Jimenez filled the syringe while Bucky changed. He kept on his shirt and underwear, exchanging pants for a hospital gown.
  Bucky thought back, reliving how he ended up here.
  During the war, Bucky had acted like the ladies man, while Steve was still the quiet, yet take-charge guy he fell in love with. It hurt them both having to pretend they meant less to eachother than they did. In reality they were all the other had. Bucky's family had left when he joined the war and he hadn't heard from them since. Steve's mother had died before he joined the super-soldier programme. Bucky always told Steve how proud he knew she'd be.
  Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts by the pain in his thigh. He hissed. "My apologies, mammi. It will most likely always sting. It's a very sensitive area. You'll have to do this every two weeks. I've written down the procedure in English; the hormones come with instructions, although they're in Spanish, niña." Bucky nodded. "I wanted to ask, why the suit today?"
  "One of the men I served with wanted to meet with me about being a godfather for his girl. He'd either of killed me or laughed his ass of if he saw me in a dress." Bucky grinned.
  "I see," Jimenez chuckled, closing the lid on the container he threw the syringe in. "So you hid all that hair in a hat?"
  Bucky nodded again, taking off his hat. His lush, brunette hair fell a little past his shoulders. He brushed his fingers through it.
  As Jimenez babbled on some more and filled out papers, Bucky found himself back in the war.
  His platoon had been having a night out and ended up in the wrong side of town. His mates had loved it, roaring with laughter and dragging a stunned Steve and a highly aggitated Bucky into sleezy bar. Bucky was livid when he found out that not only was it a strip joint, but his fellow soldiers wanted to pay for Steve's first lap dance. "I'd rather not." He'd said, but Bucky had insisted he go, although he'd wanted to kill all the men in the place. Steve could tell so he sat it out at the bar with Bucky.
  "You fellows enjoy the show, yes?" The bartender asked in a heavy Italian accent. Steve simply asked for a water while Bucky rolled his eyes. "You know she used to be a boy?"
  That caught his attention immediately. "She what?"
  The bartender laughed. "I had a hunch about you. Yes, she was born a boy."
  Bucky looked toward the stage noticing the flawless looking woman. She was slim, swaying sensuously in a thin blue dress. Her blonde hair fell to her waist. Her face seemed effortlessly feminine. As did her her large chest.
  Bucky scoffed, "No fucking way." No boy he ever knew had been graced with a chest like that. Steve shushed him, looking at the bartender. "How?"
  The bartender cleaned a glass and leaned over the table. "In Mexico, no one cares. There's these uh, what are they, hormones they give and surgery. It's damn well done too. Look at her breasts. Fake. No one can tell." He nodded to the boys, going to serve another customer.
  Bucky had sat there for a moment mulling over what had aspired. "Buck," Steve said in awe, "Buck, do you know what this means?" He whispered excitedly to his lover.
  Of course Bucky knew. All his life he'd wanted to feel right, comfortable. Now he could.
  Bucky was brought back to the present by Señor Jimenez holding out a bag. "This has your estrogen, syringes, and whatnot." Bucky took it with a smile.
  The nurse came in then, holding the door open. With a wave and a thank you, Bucky left escorted by the nurse. They reached the waiting room and the nurse bid Bucky farewell, "Adios señor Barnes."
  "It's señora, señora Barnes."
  The nurse smiled, a genuine smile. "Good luck, señora."
  Bucky returned home quickly. She wrote a short, sweet letter to Steve, who was still serving.
  Dear Steve,
         Remember how you used to always talk about unfair it was that no matter what we did or how long we served, we'd never be able to be with each other like other men are with their girls? Especially when you come home. How you'd have to settle for a hug or something. Well I'm starting to think maybe I can make that happen.
   Love,
     Bucky