Hydra

Chapter Eight

"Your toes are like ice cubes." Pietro whines, getting up and moving towards his room.

"Where are you going?" Bucky asks. The doorbell rings.

"Go get the pizza. I'll be back." Pietro assures him. Bucky grabs the money off the table and opens the door. He takes the pizza and hands the man the money. He shuts the door and returns to the living room. He sets the pizzas on the coffee table and Pietro comes back with his hands behind his back.

"Give me your feet." He instructs and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"You're really weird." Bucky huffs, giving him his feet. Pietro slips fuzzy blue socks onto each one.

"They were on sale and I was tired of your cold toes." Pietro smiles. "Wanda also thought it was a good idea."

"Thank you." Bucky blushes, pulling him to sit on the couch.

"It's not a problem." He grins and kisses his cheek. Bucky slaps his shoulder and grabs a slice of pizza. Pietro grabs his slice and takes a bite.

  "That... That was my slice." Bucky whines.

  "Here. You can have it back." He hands it back. Bucky pouts, looking at it sadly.

"But it has your germs on it." He sniffles. Pietro kisses his pout.

"Now you have my germs." Pietro smiles and Bucky plays dead. Pietro kisses him again, gently. Bucky smiles slightly and opens his eyes.

"Can I borrow your pajamas?" He asks, looking up at him. Pietro nods and stands up. Bucky sets the slice of pizza down and follows him to the bedroom.

"You know where they are." Pietro says against his neck. Bucky leans into him and sighs. He kisses his cheek and pulls away. He grabs a pair of pants and a shirt then throws them onto the bed. He tugs off his shirt and puts it on the floor at his feet. He freezes when Pietro puts a hand on his left shoulder.

"That looks painful." He whispers. Bucky bites his lip and turns to him. "Does it hurt? How'd that happen?"

"I dropped a few pounds a couple weeks ago and I just haven't gained them back, it's a bit too big now." Bucky explains quietly.

"How many is a few?" Pietro asks, working carefully on taking the prosthetic of.

"Ten or fifteen. It was a rough few weeks." He admits.

"You should see Tony or stop wearing until you get your weight back up." Pietro sighs, setting the prosthetic carefully on the bed. He stares at the scars and the angry red line the prosthetic had caused.

"I hate not having it. I feel like a freak without it." He whispers and Pietro pulls him into a hug.

"You're perfect. And missing your arm doesn't make you a freak. It makes you stronger because you were able to overcome it. You should be proud of yourself. I'm lucky to have fallen in love with someone as strong, and amazing, and as brave as you." Pietro hums, resting his forehead against Bucky's.

"You really think that?" Bucky asks shyly.

"Absolutely." Pietro answers. Bucky smiles and hugs him tightly.

"I love you." He mumbles into the fabric of Pietro's shirt.

"I love you too." Pietro whispers, hugging him back tightly.

Eventually they pull away and get into their pajama bottoms. They go back out into the living room and the radio switches from the previous song to Piano Man. Pietro holds out a hand.

"Care to dance?" He smiles. Bucky takes his hand and Pietro rests his other hand on Bucky's small waist. They begin swaying in time with the music. Bucky hums along quietly. Finally the music winds down and Pietro kisses him lightly.

"You're perfect." He whispers. Bucky smiles shyly.

"You are too." Bucky replies quietly. Pietro smiles. They make their way to the couch. Bucky picks up his slice of pizza and takes a bite. Pietro puts in a movie then sits down beside him. He grabs a slice of pizza and wraps his arm around Bucky's shoulders. Bucky's stump arm was between them, and you know what, Bucky found he didn't mind.

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Bucky didn't even see him coming, his left side scraped against the pavement and he couldn't breathe. He catches his breath and looks up to see Rumlow above him preparing to kick him.

"Stop! Stop! I'll do it." He cries, blood was dripping down into his eye and his left side stung. He'd begun wearing his prosthetic less and less since he and Pietro talked about it a couple weeks back. It was early February now and Bucky had been coming back from work. Rumlow looks down at him. He kicks him in the chest hard and Bucky gasps for air. Rumlow grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the wall. He leans in really close and whispers in his ear.

"You'll meet us at the apple warehouse, you know the one. Friday at noon. Do not be late or I will make you regret it." He growls. "Understand?" Bucky nods, still breathless. Rumlow let's go of his shirt and he drops to the pavement. Rumlow disappears and Bucky sits silently, trying to even out his breathing. There was blood on the pavement where he'd been laying. He like up his phone and calls Steve. He explains to him what happened and tells him where he is. Steve was in a meeting he couldn't get out of so he called Pietro. Pietro showed up and parked at the mouth of the alley he shuts the door and walks over to him.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital. Those are pretty nasty." Pietro sighs, he was crouching down beside him and looking at the scrapes. Pietro helps him to his feet carefully.

"Where's Steve?" Bucky mumbles.

"A meeting. He couldn't get out so he called me." Pietro explains, helping him into the passenger seat.

"Oh." He nods. Pietro sighs.

"Just stay awake for me Kay?" Pietro asks, kissing his cheek. Bucky nods slightly. Pietro takes him to the hospital where they clean out the horrible scrapes. Bucky was gripping Pietro's hand tightly the whole time, even tighter when they clean the scratches on the side of his face. They wrap his side in gauze but they can't do anything for his face. Pietro buys him a sweater from the gift shop since his was wrecked. There were small scraped up patches on his leg but they weren't that bad. Pietro drives him home and on their way they pick up dinner. Peggy and Steve were there when they got inside. Peggy shook her head in dismay when she saw his injuries.

They ate dinner in silence and Bucky talked Pietro into staying the night. He fell asleep wrapped in Pietro's arms.