Stucky One-shots

Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

"You know me..." Steve muttered, helping Bucky out from being trapped under some fallen rubble. Bucky furrowed his brows for a moment, anger boiling inside him as he lashes out at Steve. He growls, "No! I DON'T!" His face is a mix of confusion, anger, hatred, and... fear. As if he's afraid that he does know Rogers, he just doesn't remember.

But how could the man in front of him claim to know him, if he didn't even know himself?

Looking into Bucky's cerulean blues, Steve knew he wasn't going to fight him. "Bucky, you've known me your whole life..." Steve starts, but Bucky punches him before he can finish. Heaving, Steve stands still, his face bloody and bruised. He couldn't fight back. Not when there was no mask to hide the person that he used to know - his best friend, his brother, his everything. He gripped his shield tightly. "Your name..." Steve continues, "Is James... Buchanan... Barnes..."

Bucky punched Steve again, his face contorted with so many different emotions. "SHUT UP!" Something flashed across his face, and he wanted to cry. He didn't even know why. He didn't even know who Rogers was. Yet something about Steven Grant Rogers seemed familiar to him. "I'm not gonna fight you..." Steve whispered aloud, trying to stay balanced on the helicarrier. Slowly, he takes off the helmet that would keep him alive in a fall, causing Bucky to stare at him confused. Staring straight into Bucky's steel blue eyes, Steve drops his shield into the depths of the river below them.

"You're my friend..." Steve finishes. With a shout, Bucky pushes Steve to the ground. "You're my mission!" Bucky shouts, looking straight at Steve without a hint of recognition or compassion.

"YOU'RE!"

"MY!"

"MISSION!"

Mercilessly, Bucky punched Steve across the face repeatedly, shouting each of his three words loudly. His long chocolate brown hair sways slightly in the wind, and he seems almost like a lion, attacking his prey ferociously. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly.

"Then... finish it..." Steve whispered, his voice crisp and clear. With a start, Bucky stops his hand midway, and he holds his fist up hesitantly.

"Cause I'm with you till the end of the line..."

All it took were those words.

Bucky's eyes widened, his mouth agape. It hit him like a wall of water.

I am Bucky Barnes.

*****

Bullets rained around him as he attempted to duck. He heard screams all around, soldiers falling, the smell of blood overwhelming. The smell of gunpowder was like a constant reminder of his impending doom. A tear pricked at the corner of his eye, but he hurriedly wiped it away. Mounting his sniper rifle, he squinted, carefully waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The HYDRA agent soon fell to the ground, and the Captain of the Howling Commandos saluted him.

The dream changed.

Suddenly, his legs could no longer feel solid ground. He shouted, screaming as he fell.

"Sergeant Barnes." He flinched at the sound, feeling the sensation of his left arm fading away, replaced with a stronger one. It felt odd to him, almost as if his body and soul no longer obeyed him. He shot his left hand upwards, strangling one of the agents.

S...So...co...cold...h...here

The...bl...blue...

Blu...blue...l...like...an...o...ocean

W...Why...does...b...blue...bu...burn...like...fi...fire

I...Ice...is...co...cold...