Stucky One Shots

Music

Angst with a side of fluff.

TW: Murder, torture,

Bucky likes music.

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(Bucky's POV)

"Aap kaun hain?!" The man shouted at the soldier.

The soldier did not answer as he stalked towards the man trembling on the floor.

"Krpaya!" He sobbed,"Aisa mat karo." 

The soldier ignored him. The soldier moved to the safe set into the wall.

"Kod kya hai?" The soldier barked.

"Chot mat karo em-"

"Kod kya hai?" He said louder.

"Saat, paanch, ek, do." The man stammered.

The soldier put the code in. The safe opened with a pressurized click. Inside was a black case. The soldier opened it, the case held fifteen vials of dark liquid. He heard movement behind him. He whirled and shot before even setting his eyes on who was moving.

The man let out a cry as he saw his daughter fall to the ground.

"Aap-" the man sobbed uncontrollably,"Aap raakshas!"

Monster. Murderer. Savage. Unstable. Uncaring. Cold. Inhuman. 

These words meant nothing to the soldier. He shot the man without a moments hesitation.

I shot up from the bed sweating. 

Monster.

The man's words echoed in my ears. His screams. His pleas. I sobbed silently to myself, I didn't want to wake Steve up.

He was right. They all were right. I'm a monster. 

I looked at my metal arm. I hated it.

Murderer.

I'm a murderer.

Savage.

All I ever was was a weapon. It's all I'll ever be.

Unstable.

Sam's called me that. So it has to be true.

Uncaring.

Please, shut up.

Cold.

Inhuman. 

Flashbacks swarmed me of Hydra. 

He called me a weapon.

"You're a weapon."

He emphasized the point with a crack of the whip against the soldier's back.

"What is your purpose?"

The soldier didn't respond. His silence was met with another crack.

"What is your purpose?"

The soldier choked out a hoarse reply.

"To comply."

I started to cry harder. I needed the voices to be quiet. I slid off the bed and grabbed my phone and earbuds. I hurried into the living room, curled up in the corner, and started playing the music.

This mind, isn't mine, who am I to judge?

Oh I, should be fine, but it's all too much.

The voices got quieter.

You're a waste of space.

I get overwhelmed so easily, my anxiety 

Creeps inside of me, makes it hard to breathe 

What's come over me, feels like I'm somebody else

And quieter.

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(Steve's POV)

I woke up to the other side of our bed empty. Bucky must've waken up. That wasn't rare, I was just upset he didn't wake me up so I could comfort him. I knew Bucky was afraid of waking me up, something about if he disturbed his handler, he would be punished.

I pulled myself out of bed and set to finding him. I noticed his phone and earbuds were gone. I walked into the living room to see the soft glow that I recognized as coming from a phone screen. I saw, huddling in the corner, curled in on himself, Bucky. He was still crying, I assumed he had been crying since he woke up, but who knows when that was. 

"Bucky?"

He didn't respond. His eyes were screwed shut, earbuds in his ears. The music was so loud I could hear it.

"Buck?" This time I set my hands on his shoulders.

He opened his eyes in surprise and started thrashing in my grip. I didn't hold him down, I knew he hated that, so I moved back and waited for him to recognize me.

"St- Stevie?" His voice was hoarse and cracked.

"Yeah, it's me," I confirmed. "Can I touch you?" I always made sure to ask. He had a lot of bad experiences with unwanted touch.

He nodded quickly before jumping into my arms and holding me tight. We just sat like that for a while; he cried into my shoulder while I rocked us from side to side. I looked at what he was listening to.

A playlist came up. 

Nightmares:

Angry Too

Bones

In My Blood

Blood//Water

The playlist must've had hours of songs.

"Buck," I addressed him,"These aren't very positive songs, why do you listen to them? Especially after nightmares?"

He cleared his throat before answering. "Each of those songs remind me of my trauma, or something along those lines."

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"I-" he stopped,"I don't know. But can we just stay here? Will you stay with me?"

"Always."

And that's how we woke up in each other's arms on the floor of the living room.

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