You're My Bucky- Little Bucky

Finale 🫶

There was a crowd of about 300 people standing just below the stage where Bucky was. He was seated at a long, brown table, with Sam situated closely to the left of him. All around the table were cameras and news reporters, anxiously holding up microphones. Everyone in the room was waiting with anticipation to see why exactly these two Avengers had called so urgent for a public meeting.

Bucky glanced around and caught the eyes of Sam, who nodded with a reassuring smile on his face. The smile was both meant to be encouraging, and to signal that it was time to begin the meeting. Bucky nodded in response and slowly reached for the microphone laid out in front of him. He raised it up and flicked the switch on, clearing his throat and instantly grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. The crowd around the table and in the audience below felt silent, and Bucky could feel sweat dripping down his neck. He hated having everyone's attention on him, but he knew it was necessary because what he was about to say was very important.

"Hello everyone," he began with a strong voice, although anyone who knew the real Bucky could tell that his voice was a bit more high-pitched than normal.
"Thank you all for gathering here today to hear what me and Sa—Captain America have to say. It was a short notice, but we both felt like we had to address some of the rumors floating around about the two of us."

When he was done speaking, Bucky glanced back over to Sam who got the cue and pulled out a small, black remote from the pocket of his navy blue jeans. He clicked a button and suddenly there was a large picture shining on a projector screen behind them.

The picture was of him and Sam, and it had been taken when both of them were distracted. They were sitting on a bottom pair of alleyway stairs, focusing on a blue hologram that appeared out of Sam's watch. The part of the photo though that got everyone's attention, was how Bucky had been sitting all snuggled up and relaxed in Captain America's lap.
Some person must've been passing by during the late hour, and had taken a photo of them. This photo had went viral almost instantly, and had also led to the creation of many rumors.

"This, along with some other photos and pieces of media, have been getting quite the attention lately," he spoke, the dry sarcasm clear in his voice. He softly thumped his metal fingers on the table as he spoke.

"Me and Captain here are well aware of all the rumors flying around, and after a lot of time and thought, we-we decided to tell you all the truth. Whether you believe it or not is up to you all."

When he finished talking, he glanced back over to Sam, and nodded. Sam took a second to roll his chair closer to Bucky's, earning a couple camera flashes. The man subtly placed a comforting hand on the little's lower back, making Bucky smile. It was obvious that sharing the truth about his classification to the world was making him a nervous wreck, and he appreciated any form of comfort that Sam gave him to ease his tension.

"Soooo," Sam spoke into his mic, silencing the chatter of reporters.

"The first thing many people would assume from this photo behind me is that me and Bucky here are dating. I assure you, that is not the case—although I would marry this hunk of metal in a heartbeat." Sam grinned at Bucky's death stare before continuing.

"No, we aren't like that. But we have a different relationship. Bucky is the closest person in my life, and the person I care about the most...sorry Sarah, you're second place."

Sam took a deep breath before suddenly getting serious.

"It's common knowledge that a caregiver and a little are made for each other, right? Well, I'm a caregiver, and Bucky over here is..." Sam looked over at Bucky to finish the sentence. They had both worked out that Bucky would be the one sharing the news, but sitting up here in front of everyone made saying the words so much more difficult.