Stucky One Shots

Number Four- Your Service

Sorry this is a little late, guys. School and all that.

Steve Rogers wanders into his father's study and stands behind him with his hands politely behind his back. He waits patiently for his father to notice him.

The Rogers household were a wealthy bunch, mainly because they were royalty. On his father's side, of course. They ruled a small country in the States that nobody seemed to care too much about, but they ruled it nonetheless. Joseph Rogers, the king, was a kind soul indeed; he gave most of his money to those who needed it, sometimes volunteered at the local food drive and was always polite to his servants and guests. He ruled with grace, but of course, he was firm. He'd taught his son, Steve, to walk in his shoes. He was taught to be polite and grew up to be so. Steve was also a looker; tall, muscular, blonde hair and he had blue-grey eyes. So the whole deal for a woman, which is what his father was hoping. What a shame that his son (as they found out while meeting another royal couple and their boy), showed interest in both genders.

"Yes, Steve?" The king pipes up, not looking up from his paper. Steve pokes his head around and looks into his father's face.

"May I help out at the food drive?" He asks and the king sits back, he puts his glasses down on his paper and gazes up at his son with dark blue eyes, he folds his arms across his chest before nodding slowly.

"Of course. To help, right? The press is there sometimes." The king tests and Steve nods.

"Of course." He replies and the king smiles a little. He pats his hand before turning back to his paper. On it was a photo of a boat pulled up to a dock with a family standing around. A young woman about the age of king Rogers' twenty-three year old son stood out from them, and the king got an idea.

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Steve changes into normal clothes and sighs in relief, messing up his usually combed hair. He hated having it combed and gelled and stuff like that. Usually he had to wear fancy and impressive clothes for his class or whatever. Only when his parents requested it.

He heads over to the food drive and soon he's washing up and cutting vegetables and sorting foods into baskets. He felt better about the entire prince business when he knew he was doing something to help the world.

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"Dear, could you come in here for a moment?" The king requests, calling for his wife and queen Sarah Rogers. As called for, Sarah comes into the room and the king smiles softly. She steps over to him and he takes her hand, he kisses it gently and she smiles.

"What's this?" She asks, taking the paper from the desk and glancing it over. Her eyes scan the words 'royalty', 'daughter Sharon Catra' and 'Eastern Europe'. She looks up at Joseph.

"What if we invited them over? From what I read their daughter Sharon is a wonderful woman and might do Steven some good. It's about time he found someone to be with." He suggests.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Sarah hums, she leans down and kisses Joseph's cheek. Joseph smiles up at her before picking up the phone and calling their number.

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Steve stands politely, hands behind his back and his head held up. His parents stand with him. The door swings open to reveal the royal family of Catra. A beautiful young lady with dark brown eyes, fair skin and wavy blonde hair that fell past her shoulders steps in with a shy smile. Her parents step forward and formal exchanges are dueled out between the kings and queens. Steve and princess Sharon stand silently as the adults talk, glancing at each other.

Steve knew what they were doing here. Their daughter was his age and it was obvious that his father wanted him to find someone. He'd tried, but most turned away if they found out that he'd been with men before.

Before Steve starts to introduce himself the Catra's servants file in and Steve was silenced by the mere sight of one of them.

Bucky Barnes had short, cropped brown hair swept to the side and brilliant blue-green eyes that seemed filled with light. He was fairly tall, just a tad shorter than Steve.

Sharon turns to see what he was looking at and smiles a little.

"Prince Steven, these are our maids and servants. Come forward and introduces yourselves." She hums, a European accent slipping into her speech. As requested, the five maids and three butlers step forward and introduce themselves. Bucky was the last to go.

He bows at the prince who smiles softly.

"It's an honor to meet you, prince Steven." He greets, standing back up. That's when he got a full up-close view of him.

"Please, call me Steve." The blonde replies and Bucky smiles shyly, a little flustered because Steve was a looker.

"A pleasure to meet you, Steve." Bucky says, Steve smiles.

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Over the next few days Steve and Sharon got to know each other, but for Steve, well... she was a lovely girl, good morals, looks and brains, but she just wasn't his type. He'd taken a particular liking to Bucky, however. And, likewise, the brunette seemed to like him back. Most afternoons when he had them off, Bucky would go to the garden and meet up with Steve. They would talk and sometimes play croquet, or goof off. Bucky helped Steve bring back a childish side to himself that he'd abandoned at a young age. His parents wanted him to grow up proper; he was a prince, after all. Bucky at first didn't want to admit his sexuality but finally just gave up and said, 'fine, okay, I'm gay!' Which they were both rather pleased to hear about, secretly of course.

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"Steve." Bucky says quietly, sitting in the grass. The blonde looks over at him.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I think... I think I, uhm... think I love you." Bucky says very softly, looking up at him. Steve pauses, watching him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Steve swallows, not knowing how to react. Bucky looks back down and lets out a shaky breath, blinking back tears. He hated being rejected. The blonde lifts his chin up.

He leans forward and kisses him gently and Bucky's eyes widen before sliding closed, he kisses back. Steve puts his hands on Bucky's waist and the brunette wraps his arms around him.

"I love you too." Steve finishes and Bucky blushes, he smiles happily. Steve smiles back. Sharon walks over, her gown swishing through the grass.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I thought there was something between us but I was wrong." She begins and he raises an eyebrow. She fiddles with her gown.

"I, uhm, I'm engaged to another. I met him three days ago." She says and he raises both eyebrows. Bucky and he trade a glance.

"Okay. I hope that turns out, Sharon. Bucky and I..." he trails off, gesturing to the brunette. Sharon smiles softly and leans down, she presses a light kiss to Steve's temple before pulling back.

"Good luck, you two." She smiles before walking off. Bucky looks at Steve and grins, the blonde kisses him again.

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Two months later Sharon Catra and her family left for Eastern Europe again, and Bucky stayed behind with Steve. The two eventually got married, and king Joseph and queen Sarah couldn't be happier, couldn't couldn't prouder of their son. Steve was happy and the two ruled wonderfully until their adopted son Marcus took over. They lived good lives.