Stucky One Shots

Number Twenty-One: Good Night's Sleep

Bucky stumbles home one night, tired, dirty and slightly drunk. He swings the door open and staggers in, one eye glued shut with blood and dirt. Steve looks up from his painting and his eyes widen as he gets up.

"Bucky? What happened?" He asks worriedly, hurrying over and catching the brunette before he collapses. Bucky sags into his arms and merely shakes his head slowly.

He murmurs something too quiet for the blonde to hear. Steve sighs softly and leads him to the couch. Bucky leans back and rests his head on the back of the couch. Steve pulls out a can of soup and a glass of water, he brings the water to him and sets the stovetop going for the soup. He grabs a blanket and drapes it over the brunette.

"Did someone do this to you?" He asks, worry in his eyes. Bucky looks up at him with his good eye and nods slowly.

"Bar fight, think I'll be fine," Bucky mumbles, pushing himself up off the couch but swaying as he stands. Steve gets up and sits him back down.

"Bar fight? Did you start another one?" Steve sighs, stirring the soup. Bucky shrugs a shoulder and leans into the couch, he wraps himself up in the blanket.

"I didn' start it," he says half-heartedly, closing his eye. Steve goes silent as he stirs the soup, wondering if this was what it was like for Bucky having to deal with pre-serum Steve. Must've been so annoying but Bucky did it, and Steve felt yet even more gratitude towards him for that.

The soup is soon finished and Steve spoons it all into a bowl, he walks over to Bucky and makes him sit up and eat it.

"I'm tired, Stevie," Bucky whines, leaning forward and taking the spoon as Steve slips it into his hand.

"You can sleep in a bit, okay?" Steve promises and the brunette nods a little. A drop of blood drips onto the table and Bucky frowns. The blonde gets a cloth and wipes it up. After Bucky's gotten a couple spoonfuls of soup into him he realized he needed a shower. He gets up and staggers to the bathroom, he scrubs himself down. Steve cleans up the kitchen.

Bucky steps out minutes later, the towel wrapped around his waist.

"Have any shirts?" He mumbles and Steve fetches one of his smallest, knowing it would fit the slightly smaller brunette. Bucky dries himself off and Steve turns quickly, face reddening.

"Your towel slipped, Buck," he sighs, face bright red.

"...oh." he quickly gets dressed, too tired to think straight, really. He wore fluffy pajama bottoms and Steve's still slightly too big top and looked adorable.

"You, uh, decent?" Steve asks and Bucky snorts.

"You pansie, Steve," he snorts and the blonde cautiously turns to look at him. Bucky yawns widely.

Steve leads him upstairs and Bucky basically falls onto the bed. Steve sighs and rolls him over and tucks him in. Bucky looks up at him with his good eye and smiles sleepily.

"You're a good pal, Stevie. Thanks," Bucky drawls and Steve smiles a little before flicking the light off.

"Get a good night's sleep, Buck. See you in the morning," Steve replies and Bucky pouts a little, burying into the thick blankets.

"Not goin' to bed yet?" He asks and the blonde shrugs.

"C'mere," Bucky says and Steve raises an eyebrow but walked over, watching him. Bucky sits up in bed and presses a kiss to his cheek. Steve looks at him, startled.

"Night, Stevie," Bucky yawns and rolls over, curling up, acting as if nothing happened. The blonde backs out of the room and closes the door. Bucky had just... kissed him? What? Well, he was drunk, so...

Steve shakes his head as he heads downstairs, and he ends up falling asleep on the couch.

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"Morning, pal," Bucky hums as he comes downstairs, looking remarkably better than last night.

"Hey," he replies, buttering some toast. "Sleep well?" He asks and Bucky nods, perching on Steve's couch.

"Yeah, actually, better than usual," he muses and Steve nods.

"Well, good," he says and Bucky nods. He wondered why he slept better... the drink, Steve concluded. It was all alcohol, or at least that's what he assumed. What happened happened and there was no going back.

"Remember last night?" Steve asks, slightly echoing his thoughts. Bucky frowns a little.

"No, why?"

"Nothing, you were probably just kinda drunk," the blonde shrugs and Bucky nods.

"Probably." He agrees. If he only knew.