Stucky Meet Cutes

I'm Not That Heavy!

  The inn was a little run down. Just a little... Okay, a lot. Bucky is given a room upstairs and it wasn't horrible. It was small. He drops his bags on the bed and goes to use the bathroom. The floor creaks before giving out. Bucky's foot gets stuck in the hole and he groans before trying to free his foot.

   "Are you coming down?" Someone calls from the room below. Bucky's face heats up and he wiggles his foot free. He stands up and doesn't have time to move before the floor give out and he's stuck. His lower half in the downstairs neighbors room.

    "Hang on," the person instructs and Bucky yips as the person puts their hands on his hips. "I'm going to pull you down," they speak.

    "Oh god, okay," Bucky nods, completely terrified. The person pulls him down carefully and Bucky bites his lip as the person pulls him down. His feet touch the ground and he comes face to face with a tall, muscular, blonde.

   "These look painful," the blonde comments, brushing his fingers gently along the scratches going along Bucky's sides. "Just stay here," he speaks and runs off. Bucky stays perfectly still until the blonde comes back with a wash cloth and some bandages. Bucky stays very, very, still and the blonde puts the things down on the small table. "I'm Steve," the blonde says.

   "Bucky," the brunette squeaks.

    "Nice to meet you. Are you sure you're okay? I get this is probably a little bit weird," Steve apologizes as he leads Bucky to a kitchen chair. Bucky doesn't do anything as Steve sits him down. Steve kneels in front of him a cleans up the cuts. "Do you want something to drink? Maybe something to eat? You're looking pale," Steve comments worriedly.

  "I Uhm... I'm..." Bucky swallows and falls silent again.

   "I think maybe I should take you to the hospital," Steve speaks, starting to get up.

  "No!" Bucky shouts.

   "Okay..." Steve replies awkwardly.

   "M'sorry, m'afraid of hospitals," Bucky mumbles.

   "Alright. Are you okay though? You're sure?" Steve questions.

   "I feel dizzy, and nauseous," Bucky murmurs.

   "Alright. I'm going to call my friend. He's a doctor and I think he'll be able to help," Steve gets up and grabs his phone. He dials up his friend. "So my friend says you should be fine but that you should probably get some rest. You can sleep in my bed if you'd like," Steve offers.

   "Please," Bucky manages.

   "Of course," Steve nods.

   "I'm really not that heavy," Bucky mumbles as Steve helps him to the bed.

   "I believe you. The floors here are old. It's alright. Just sleep," Steve assures, helping him into bed. Bucky lays down and closes his eyes. Steve sits on the couch and reads until Bucky starts shifting. Steve goes over and sits beside him and calms him down. He goes to get up but Bucky wraps his arms around him. Steve hesitates before laying down beside Bucky. Bucky wakes up next to Steve and starts panicking. He scrambles out of the bed and hits his back against the wall. Steve start to get up and looks at him sleepily. 

   "Oh, I'm sorry, you were having a nightmare and when I went to leave after calming you down you grabbed my waist. I'm really sorry," Steve apologizes.

"So nothing happened?" Bucky asks meekly.

   "Nothing happened," Steve nods. Bucky relaxes and goes to moves back towards Steve. He trips over a crooked floor board and falls forward. He cries out and rolls onto his back holding his left wrist. Steve swears and runs over to him.

"I'm not usually this much of a klutz," Bucky informs Steve quietly as the blonde wraps up his wrist.

"I believe you," Steve grins. "Here's my number, in case you ever get into a situation like this again or maybe if you just want to talk," Steve grins.

"Alright. Thanks again," he says sheepishly as he leaves.

"Of course, not a problem. Don't forget to give me a call!" Steve calls after him.

"I won't!" Bucky assures.

And he doesn't. Turns out they lived a couple blocks away from each other. They go out on a date together and their relationship blooms from there.