Stucky smut +18 Oneshots

chp 2. I promise~ {Slight Smut}

'Self harm, a bit of smut but not much'

"You pulled me from the river. Why!?" Steve says in a hurry. He looks at bucky that stands in front of him as bucky looks right back at him, his eyes glistening in the sunlight that shined through the window. His breathing was rough and heavy, his heart pounded so hard as he stood there, in front of the man he once knew fully to a man that he hardly even knows. He knew him, he did, he remembers certain things about them both when they were younger, but it's all a haze mostly. "I don't know" bucky said, his voice shaking some as he answered Steve's question.

Steve was in a hurry, people were just about to jump through the window at any given moment. "Yes you do" Steve says, in a calm like way that told bucky that it was clear that Steve could see through him, see that he was lying. Bucky was about to answer, but when he was, a person shot threw a bomb through the window, it landing on the floor next to bucky's foot. His heart dropped slightly and before even thinking, he kicked it towards Steve in a hurry. Bucky honestly wished he didn't do that, it made him feel pretty guilty but he couldn't put much thought into it before he heard someone to his left out the window.

He felt dizzy all of a sudden, due to how fast he had to act. He looked down and everything in him screamed. He bent down and grabbed the bed on the floor that he once slept in and pulled it up, covering his body so no one could shoot at him, or at least see him. He stood there for just a second, looking at Steve fighting off agents and right then, at that last second, he felt a pain go through his abdomen. His jaw clenched, his head felt foggy all of a sudden. He looked down immediately and looked to see blood going down his abdomen, soaking his clothes that he bought not too long ago.

He couldn't even speak, everything around him felt like it went silent, like his world didn't even exist as the pain started to become excruciating. Steve grabbed his shield and threw it at another agent, knocking them out and then falling to the ground with a thud. He looked at them for a second and then looked up, but his blood ran cold as he looked at bucky. Bucky put his hand to his abdomen, his hand shaking as he touched his wound. He held it there for a moment and then pulled his hand away, when he did, the amount of blood scared him. The pain came in waves.

It was so bad that no words were even slipping from his mouth. His world started to fade in and out, vision going blurry. Steve felt his throat close. He threw his shield on his back. He was glad he killed all the agents. "STEVE WHERE ARE YOU!" Sam yelled, but Steve didn't answer. He ran up to bucky and bucky felt his eyes become heavy and then, he started to stumble over his feet. His legs gave out and he fell forward, but only for someone to catch him.

He didn't know who did, but he couldn't before his eyes shut and everything went black. "Hey, heyheyehy bucky!" Steve said. He held bucky's limp body up, in his arm. He didn't know what to do, but all he knew was that he needed to get the hell out of the building they were in. He picked bucky up bridal style. Buckys head laid on Steve's chest, bucky's chest going up and down slowly.

(Time skip)

Bucky let out a loud groan as he laid down on Steve's bed. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, stars slightly dancing around his vision. He felt dizzy a bit. He looked down and realized he didn't have a shirt on. At first he didn't think anything about it, his mind thinking about his wound that was shooting a pain in his abdomen. It hurt like hell but he was able to handle it, he's had worse. He looked around the room he was in, looking at all the stuff that sat in the room he was in. He knew it was Steve's room. He mentally groaned to himself annoyed slightly, but not really.

He liked being around Steve, he would never admit that though. He lifted himself up on his elbows and realized his wound was patched up, blood slightly bleed through but he didn't honestly care, thankful for Steve's help though. He sat up all the way now, moaning in pain but trying to brush it off. He looked around more, the walls were painted a nice calm grey, the carpet floor was a dark grey.