Adopted. (child tony, stucky)

final solution,

It was the morning after, Bucky didn't know how to defend Tony any further. Tony had gone out of his way to build the problem by feeding his addiction. Steve wasn't talking to anyone, he left early hours of the morning to go on a run and due to him being out for several hours Bucky assumed he had met up with an friend to discuss the matter, which Bucky wouldn't appreciate as it was a family matter. Bucky remained sat on the sofa, slowly eating his breakfast which had gone cold from how long it had been sitting there, he missed the days Tony could walk down the stairs and Bucky could be certain that he had had a full nights sleep and was open for a hot meal. Now whenever he saw Tony all he could only see skin and bones with heavy eyebags which managed to age him to an unhappy young adult, which technically, he now was.

"Bucky," A small voice behind Bucky awoke him from his thoughts, he turned around to see Tony stood at the bottom of the stairs, drowning in a shirt which used to fit him comfortably.

"Yeah, bear?" Bucky responded, not being able to hold back the nickname.

There was a short pause, a build up. "I need help." Tony's voice broke as he inhaled shakily resisting his tears. "I really need help." Bucky stood up instantly, moving around the sofa to hold Tony in an embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around the small figure as his fingers trailed down the ends of his hair.

"It's okay, it's fine. Everything's going to work out, bear." Bucky trembled, speaking slowly into Tony's curls. "We'll do this together, yeah?"

"Mhm," Was all Tony could respond with, hiding his face in Bucky's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I am."

"I know, we all mess up Tony." Bucky comforted, feeling a sudden weight as Tony completely leant on him.

"Steve is going to be so.. fucking pissed."

"No he won't, Tony."

"Yes he fucking will! He's always so.. judgemental.. or mad." That's when it hit Bucky, whenever Tony did something irresponsible Steve was so quick to loose it at him, yes the majority of the time he was a great dad though with those few moments it had damaged Tony enough to have him shaking over the thought of it. "It's all my fault.." Tony continued, now on the bridge of bridge of sobbing.

"Let's sit down, Tony." Bucky led the boy to the sofa, letting Tony sit down before moving beside him. They didn't talk for awhile, Bucky just brushed his fingertips through Tony's hair till the boy's tears came to a stop.

"It's as if, my head isn't functioning right." Tony admitted, sticking his nail in his mouth to bite though Bucky pulled it away.

"You adapted to a drug, it's going to feel that way." Bucky explained. "It's not easy to drop something so slowly, people usually take controlled dosages but something tells me that wouldn't get us anywhere."

"I don't know how to cont-" Tony stopped himself as the front door opened, he glanced over to see Steve walking in with his eyes red with tears and papers in his hand.

"Steve? Are you okay?" Bucky slowly separated himself from Tony moving to Steve, placing his palms on the mans cheeks.

"I need you to look at something with me." Steve stated, still red in the face from his run home.

"We're in the middle of something, in a minute? Get washed up, love." Bucky placed a kiss on his cheek and Steve finished with a small nod before heading upstairs, not setting his eyes on Tony for a second. Blatantly ignoring him. Neither of the brunets said anything for a minute, waiting for Steve to go into the bathroom.

"M' sorry." Tony sighed shakily, placing his head in his hands.

"About what now?" Bucky walked around, wrapping an arm around Tony.

"Making everything so awkward between the both of you. You're like relationship goals whenever I dont fuck up." Tony murmured into his hands.

"You can't blame yourself for everything." Bucky snarled, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

"It's my fault, Bucky."

"You're just a kid." Bucky argued.

"And I've managed to mess up this much so far, that's got to be a record for something."

"Tony, you can't seriously think you're a complete fuck up."

"And if I do?" Tony asked, looking up at him. Bucky couldn't help but see that same little boy they had first rescued in those big brown eyes.

"Then you'd be wrong." Bucky responded. "You're stupid intelligent, you can build practically anything out of practically anything, and you know what. You got that fake ID, didn't you? That's not easy."

"I'm going to my room." Tony sighed, pulling away.

"Sit down for a bit longer, please." Bucky begged.

"We can talk later, I got stuff to do."

"As in what?"

"I'm doing a top level course, I think I have at least some work to do." Tony jogged up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door leaving Bucky alone once again.

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"We need to talk about something." Steve announced, startling Bucky as he cleaned his dishes from the morning.

"What about?" Bucky asked, still continuing with his cleaning.

"I was out, looking for rehabilitation centres." Steve's voice broke halfway through the sentence as he dropped the leaflets on the counters.

"What?" Bucky froze, slowly turning around to lock eyes with Steve's already upset ones. "No. The answer is no."

"We can only help him so much." Steve argued.

"We can help him, and we will. We're not sending our boy to some fucking.. shit house!" Bucky cried, pushing the leaflets back at Steve.

"Bucky. Open your eyes, he's a mess. I love him, so much. I'm doing this because I love him. He'll realise that later on."

"What about your current relationship? No. Burn these, he can't know you even considered sending him away."

"It'll be for his benefit." Steve sighed.

"You want him to live, in some hospital designed for the mentally ill?" Bucky covered his mouth with his palm.

"We can experiment with day visits." Steve suggested.

"He's going to think we're giving up on him!!" Bucky pinched his nose bridge.

"If you cant even consider the day visits do you even care about his health?! He's a drug addict, Bucky! A drug addict, addicts dont just recover by a overnight decision, or some pep talk with dad!"

"He's going to think you hate him, he's scared enough of your opinion of him!!"

"I'm trying to save him! Why can't you see that?! I don't want this! Rehab won't kill him, he's never appreciated therapy. What else is there?"

"You want to send me away?"

The two adults froze, looking to the doorway where Tony stood with wide eyes. This wasn't either of their intentions.

"Listen, I don't want to Tony. But, you have to realise this isn't going to get better or easier. We could even try group therapy, but we need to act on this, soon. And who knows, maybe it won't be so bad. You could meet new people." Steve ranted, his intentions were supposed to be good whether his family realised that or not. Tony didn't respond, instead ran out of the room and up the stairs to hide back into his bedroom.

"What have we done?" Bucky whispered.