Stucky smut +18 Oneshots

chp 5. getting his mind back {Sweetness}

"BUCKY, STOP!" Steve yelled, grabbing bucky's wrist, but bucky pulled away quick, so quick it shocked Steve. It wasn't bucky though, he was getting controlled, HYDRA was controlling his mind. Bucky grabbed Steve's wrist hard, twisting it to the side so Steve could drop his shield, but Steve never let go. Steve spun around, then hit bucky's side, hitting him hard which made bucky almost groan in pain, but the winter soldier wasn't weak, not one bit, he could handle a bullet going through his side and it wouldn't affect him.

Bucky got up quicker than Steve had expected and only in a blink of an eye, Steve got hit in the side, sending him flying back, hitting a car. His eyes shut, pain shooting through his back for a few seconds. He couldn't breathe for a moment, feeling like something got stuck in his lungs, but as he opened his eyes, bucky walked towards him in a terrifying way, his shoulders moving side to side like a soldier, a real tough one that's seen a lot. His breath hitched and he got up fast, moving away as bucky came closer, holding a gun, a big one.

Bucky reached to his side pocket on his pants, grabbing a magazine that was filled with bullets and put it in the gun with a loud click. God, bucky was awfully terrifying when being the winter soldier, hell, without even being the winter soldier he was still scary.

Steve remembers when bucky and him were kids, and when bucky would got irritated or filled with anger over something, it was hard to be around him a bit because deep down he was pretty scared since bucky held this hard, cold look. Steve ran to the side, just about to grab the shield that was in the ground. It had scratches and dirt all over it. He picked it up, but it wasn't even a split second and bucky grabbed Steve hard by his arm, spinning him around and then gripping his neck with his metal hand.

Steve couldn't breathe right away, the grip was so strong. Steve gritted his teeth together. Bucky held him by the neck, looking into his eyes, looking deep in them and a little flicker of something went over his vision, like a memory, but it was so quick that he wasn't sure if it was a memory or not. He brushed it off rather fastly and then gripped Steves neck harder than lifted him in the air like a feather then right after, he threw Steve down onto the ground making Steve's head spin for a moment.

"BUCK-" Steve was about to say something, but before he could, bucky got his gun and threw it to his side quickly then reached for his knife on his pocket. God, bucky was so quick, he was faster than lightning itself. He yelped and at last second got away from bucky and grabbed his shield. Bucky wanted to scream, his mind was racing with the thought to kill this man, but ever time he got away, he felt like he was failing, failing the mission he was supposed to finish.

Steve gripped his shield then held it up in the air as bucky hit his shield with his flesh hand. In his head, he wondered if that even hurt bucky. The pain shot through his arm but bucky felt numb to the pain, feeling pain like that everyday for your whole life, you eventually get used to it. Bucky's knuckles were bleeding, blood running down his hand making than red, but he didn't care.

Steve saw the blood and felt worried for him, but he couldn't think that right now, he needed to snap bucky out of this mindset. "BUCKY" Steve yelled. Bucky hit Steve again but didn't get him as bad this time. Steve groaned a little, but before anything, his instincts kicked in fast. He spun around bucky, kicking him in the leg then hit bucky in the metal arm. His shield got stuck in between the elbow then lifted up and hit bucky in the face, sending bucky head going back some, but after that, Steve grabbed bucky's face and then threw him in the air.

Bucky flew in the air then did a role, his mask flying off in the process. Steve looked at the mask, and then at the man in front of him, bucky stood up, standing there for a moment realizing that his face mask fell off. He felt anger boil within his veins. He turned around, his shoulder length hair blowing in the wind some as he turned his head to look at Steve.