Stucky One Shots

Number Sixteen- No Emails

"Do you have to go?" Bucky whines, pressing his forehead against Steve's shoulder. The blonde grabs his helmet and his shield.

"Sorry, Bucky." He responds, sighing. The brunette pouts and wraps his right arm, his only arm, around Steve. He'd lost his left arm when he fell off a train back in the day, back in the 1940's.

"Please? For me?" He pleads. Bucky hated being alone. Steve looks at him and sighs a little.

"I'll bring my laptop and I can email you, okay?" He says and Bucky nods, feeling at least a little relieved. At least he would be able to talk to him.

The blonde heads off and Bucky fetches his own laptop. He swings it open and logs onto his email and then, he waits.

///

Hours pass and it was getting late, about nine at night. Bucky had forgotten to eat and was falling asleep but he wanted to stay up. A knock on the door is what roused him. He gets up and pulls the door open to see Nat standing there.

"Hey, James." She greets, putting her hands in her pockets. He smiles a little at her and lets her in.

"Hey, 'Tasha, what's up?" He asks, closing the door once she's inside. She shrugs a shoulder, looking around.

"Just wanted to check up on you. Steve asked me to." She replies and walks into their kitchen. Bucky glances at his empty email box before following her.

"How did you talk to him?" He asks.

"Have you eaten?" She counters, giving him a look and ignoring his question. He huffs and runs his hand through his hair, giving his head a little shake. She pulls out bread and cheese then a can of soup.

"Has he emailed you yet?" She asks as she starts making grilled cheese and soup. He shakes his head and sighs, bringing his laptop over. He stares at the still empty screen and sighs again.

"No. He'd better be watching his a** out there." Bucky scowls, resting his chin in his hand. Nat tsks and flips the grilled cheese over to grill the other side.

"He should hear you talk. Has anyone ever told you about the issue with Ultron?" She inquires and he raises his eyebrows. Steve never told him that.

"Pray tell, Natasha." He muses, glancing at his email quickly. She serves up his food and he thanks her. Nat takes a sest opposite him and starts telling the entire story, pausing when Bucky has a comment or question.

"That's Steve for you." Bucky chuckles when Nat tells him how sassy he was, how sarcastic. The brunette was so focused on the story that he didn't notice he got an email. He glanced over and noticed and quickly clicked on it. He leans forward a little to read it.

Hey Buck,

Told you I'd message you. Everything's fine over here, so how're you doing over there? If Natasha comes over I asked her to before I left. I know you don't eat enough or sleep well so I asked her to keep an eye on you, make sure you're doing well. You would not believe how cold it is over here. Can't wait to be back home. Keep well, Bucky.

-Steve

Bucky smiles to himself before starting to type back. He only has one hand, though, so it made it rather difficult. He huffs as he slowly types out the letters. Natasha takes over and types it out for him. Bucky yawns then tells her what to write in.

Steve,

Thank you. For a while I was getting worried that something bad happened. Stay outta trouble, you punk. I'm fine, Natasha's here and she made me soup and a sandwich. And don't freeze to death, I kinda need my best friend to keep my sanity. I can't wait to see you again... it's late over here and if not for Natasha I'd be pretty lonely. So thanks for sending her over. Keep safe, Steve.

-Bucky

He sends it off and sighs, glancing at the clock. It was almost eleven at night.

"Oh, geez. It's pretty late." He mumbles, Natasha shrugs.

"You'll be fine here? I've got to get back to Clint, I'm taking Nathaniel to school tomorrow." She says and Bucky nods.

"Thank you, 'Tasha." He says and she smiles and kisses his forehead before sauntering off and closing the door behind her.

///

Over the next few days Bucky and Steve emailed back and forth almost every day. Bucky missed him so much, but he was so glad he could talk to him.

Hey, Bucky,

This might be a longer mission than I thought. I am so sorry, but it looks like I'll be back in a week or two. I'll try to finish quickly but A.I.M. and R.A.I.D. showed up, and they're kind of annoying and keep getting in the way. Anyway, I'm still okay, just a couple scratches and bruises. You'd better be doing well. Eating, sleeping at proper times... you aren't stressing, are you?

Bucky pauses and clenches his hand into a fist. He had been stressing, he'd been stressing a whole lot but wasn't about to tell him about that. He sighs before continuing to read.

I'm fine. I hope you're doing well, Buck. See you at the end of this.

-Steve

Bucky types out a quick reply before closing his laptop and rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was three in the morning and Bucky was exhausted. He grabs a blanket and curls up on the couch, wrapping the blanket around himself. He falls asleep really quickly.

///

The next few days passed and Steve hadn't replied. Bucky was getting anxious and scared, fearing the worst. He stopped eating out of fear and Natasha was too busy with her own stuff to come stop by.

Bucky keeps an arm wrapped around his knees as he stares at the empty screen, worry coursing through his body. He hoped that Steve was fine.

///

Weeks pass with no word and Bucky was a wreck. What if Steve was badly injured? What if he... Bucky shakes his head violently to clear his thoughts. There's a knock on the door and Bucky goes to answer. He swings the door open and sees Steve standing there, his arm in a sling and scratches and bruises all over him. Steve gives a sheepish smile and a little wave with his good arm. Bucky stares at him for a moment before stepping forward and wrapping his arm around him tightly, as tightly as he can.

"You're late." He mumbles, burying his face in Steve's neck. The blonde wraps his arm around him and nods a little.

"I know." He responds and Bucky hugs him tighter, shaking his head.

"My laptop was smashed... literally." Steve mumbles apologetically. The brunette scoffs a little and just hugs him tightly.

"Just don' do it again, Stevie." He whispers and Steve nods. They would think of a better plan next time.