Stucky One Shots

Switched Roles (Captain America Bucky, Post-Winter Soldier Steve)

"You're my friend." Bucky had stated, swaying a little where he stood on the falling apart helicarrier, his short brown hair a mess and his face covered in bruises. Steve let out a frustrated yell and tackled him, he brought his fist back and slammed it into his face, over and over, he was so mad and confused, who was this man, who was Steve? How did he know him?
"You. Are. My. Mission!" Steve had shouted with each punch, his chest heaving. He pulled back his fist once more, gazing into the beaten face of the brunette beneath him. Bucky's left eye was swollen shut, his cheekbone was shattered and he would need stitches. Lots of them.

"Then finish it. 'Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line." Bucky murmured, staring up at the blonde, whose eyes had begun to fill with tears. Confusion went across his face, quickly replaced with recognition then pure horror. Then a beam fell and crashed through the glass, sending Steve's mission plummeting towards the Potomac.

Steve Rogers bolts awake, his breathing coming out in short bursts, chest heaving. Wildly looking about for any threat, he finds none, but his heart still beats rapidly. He tucks his knees up to his chest and buries his face in his arms, breathing out shakily. He feels Bucky stir and sit up, but Steve doesn't look over.

"Steve, you okay?" Bucky murmurs sleepily, rubbing his eyes and yawning. The blonde swallows thickly but doesn't speak, he didn't trust himself to speak.

"Steve?" Bucky repeats quietly, he sounded concerned now. He gently places his hand on Steve's shoulder, but the blonde doesn't react. Bucky felt him shivering and he sighs softly. The brunette moves so he's sitting in front of the blonde, he gently lifts Steve's head up and looks at him, concerned.

"B-bucky. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm s-sorry." Steve stutters, shivering again. Bucky shakes his head and carefully brings the blonde into a hug, he rubs his back gently and Steve relaxes, his head resting on Bucky's shoulder.

"That dream again?" Bucky says softly, the blonde nods.

"Just a dream, baby. The past's in the past." Bucky murmurs, Steve swallows and nods.

"I love you." Steve sighs, pulling back and looking at the brunette. Bucky smiles softly.

"Love you too." He replies, Steve smiles a little. Bucky yawns and rubs his eyes.

"Sorry for waking you." Steve says softly, rubbing the back of his neck. Bucky shakes his head, lying back down, Steve lies down next to him. Bucky wraps his arm around him and nuzzles his neck, Steve sighs softly and Bucky purrs.

The brunette yawns softly and closes his eyes, his breath soft against Steve's neck. He soon falls asleep and Steve smiles a little, he ends up falling asleep once more.

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Bucky wakes to see Steve sitting up already, looking out the window. He sits up and the blonde looks over.

"Morning." He greets, Bucky yawns and nods.

"How'd you sleep?" Bucky asks, tilting his head a bit. Steve shrugs and the brunette sighs a little.

"How do I know? I was asleep." Steve adds, in truth he hadn't really slept. Bucky gets up, stretching.

"So what's the plan today?" He asks Steve, leaning back and folding his arms lazily.

"You pick." He says and Bucky groans in frustration.

"C'mon, you gotta have some sort of opinion!" He protests.

"Fine. We could go to the park?" He suggests and Bucky smiles a little.

"Sounds like a plan to me." He muses before getting up and getting dressed. They get dressed then head to the park. Bucky had his arm looped around Steve's waist as they went. They got several stares either from fans or homophobic people, they weren't too sure. Bucky, quite frankly, didn't care what they thought.