Stucky One Shots

Danger Magnet

Bucky stands impatiently by the door of the small blue Volkswagen, his arms folded snugly against his chest.

"Some day would be nice, Rogers! I ain't getting any younger out here!" He calls into the apartment while he waits. Steve was taking forever and going over every single crucial detail like their lives depended on it. The couple had decided to go on a camping trip; neither had ever been and Bucky desperately wanted to.

"You don't get to say that, grandpa!" Steve calls back as he stands in the living room, quickly gazing around and making sure he has everything. "Take the shield or leave it?"

"Uh uh! You aren't running off doing some darin' do! Leave it."

"Did you watch the Incredibles again?" Steve asks as he steps out, chairs tucked underneath each arm. Bucky nods in response and tilts his head slightly at him.

"How many chairs do we need?" He asks incredulously as Steve drops four in front of the trunk. The blonde straightens up and shrugs.

"It's good to be prepared," Steve responds simply and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"No, you're just a worry wart."

"Uh uh!" Steve protests and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Yes you are, Rogers, and don't deny it."

"I am not a worry wart," Steve retorts as he starts loading the chairs in. Bucky snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Sure, I believe you," he replies, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. Steve gives him a look and Bucky shoots him a wink. "Really, doll. Now can we go already?"

"Just have to check one more thing," Steve responds but when Bucky pouts he gives a long, loud sigh. "I need to lock up, calm your jets."

"Hurry up!" Bucky whines and leans against the car. Steve starts walking in slow-motion, just to take longer. Bucky groans. "Stevie!"

"Yeah, yeah." Steve smirks and locks up, tucking the keys in his pocket. Bucky gives a cheer and gets into the passenger's seat.

"Alright. Are we forgetting anything?" Steve asks with a small, worried frown.

"Probably. It'll be fine, we can live without it. Let's just go," he says quickly, practically buzzing with excitement. Steve nods and starts the car then they buckle up.

"Here we go then."

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They arrived at Camp LeHigh at around ten at night the next day and Bucky was fast asleep. Steve was glad for that because one, that meant he was getting some rest, and two, that also meant he wasn't getting himself into any trouble. Steve'd found out that so far, Bucky was a huge danger magnet. They'd stopped at a gas station and he'd managed to slip in a puddle and nearly break his ankle or something.

Steve stops the car and unbuckles then looks over at Bucky. He was still fast asleep, his head resting against the window. He was snoring slightly, his head tilted back. Steve smiles a little before taking a picture of him then goes to wake him.

"Bucky, c'mon," he says softly and gives his shoulder a little shake. The brunette stirs slightly.  He was a really light sleeper, which was probably why he didn't sleep that well. He sits up a little and rubs his eyes. "Morning, sweetheart."

"Mm," Bucky mumbles sleepily. "We here?"

"Yep. I'll get the tent up then you can sleep, okay?"

"I'll help," Bucky mumbles through a yawn. He sighs and fumbles for the door handle. Steve climbs out of the driver's seat and goes around to the back. Bucky pushes the door open then goes to get out, but he trips over the ledge of the car and lands on his knees in the ground. "Steve," he groans and the blonde looks at him. He sighs and lifts him up.

"What happened?" He asks and Bucky huffs and shoves his hair away from his eyes.

"Tripped over the edge of the beetle," he whines. Steve shakes his head and kisses the brunette's forehead.

"How 'bout you sit there and try not to die," Steve suggests and Bucky hits his arm.

"Meanie," he pouts and sits at the picnic table then folds his large sweater around himself. Steve starts unloading the trunk and passes Bucky two chairs.

"You can put these around the fireplace," he offers and Bucky nods.

"Fine." He sets them up around the fireplace and miraculously doesn't manage to die or catch fire. He spreads his arms out proudly.

"See? I did it." He smiles at his own success and looks at Steve, who had just finished setting up their fairly large tent. Steve smiles and hugs him close, his arm wrapped around Bucky's waist.

"Good job. And you didn't die, that's a plus," he says. Bucky nods and sits down in a chair.

"Tent looks good," he comments, gesturing towards it. Steve shrugs a shoulder and rubs the back of his neck.

"It'll do, I guess," he dismisses and Bucky nods, leaning his head back against the chair. Steve starts a fire going and Bucky watches sleepily. Not before too long a blazing fire was going, and Steve took a seat. He yawns and watches the fire. Bucky gets up then goes and sits on his lap. In response to this, Steve wraps his arms around his waist and rests his head on his shoulder.

"This is nice," Bucky says quietly after a couple minutes of silence. Steve nods against his shoulder.

"Mhmm," he hums in response then yawns again. Bucky watches the fire and it sparks, and he gives a small yelp when one lands on his leg. Steve lifts his head quickly, eyes wide with concern. "You okay?"

"This fire hates me!" He complains, rubbing his leg where a small singed hole was. To make it all worse the wind started to blow and the smoke blew into his face, making his eyes teary.

Steve sighs softly and lifts Bucky up with ease then moves to the opposite side of the fire. Bucky joins him and buries his face in his shoulder.

"It hates me," he grumbles and Steve kisses the top of his head.

"It's just fire," he says and Bucky snorts. The brunette kept awake for a while longer while Steve fell fast asleep. Bucky hugs him gently and yawns before falling asleep himself, the fire in front of them died down to ashes.

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Throughout their camping trip, in the days that followed, Bucky was in a total of seven accidents, that Steve took note of that is.

"Alright, I'll be right back with the first aid kit. Don't go anywhere," Steve says before heading back to camp. They hadn't gotten five paces into their hike they were going to take when Bucky tripped into a rose bush and scratched up his right hand and arm.

Bucky pauses a second before taking a careful step over the bush to follow Steve. He gets away from the trees and goes to leap over the mud puddle that lay there. His foot slips and he lands mid-thigh in thick mud then falls onto his front, practically being tripped by the mud.

Steve comes back and sighs when he sees him.

"You are such a disaster," he sighs as he takes his hand and pulls him to his feet.

"The world wants to watch me suffer!" Bucky wails and Steve shakes his head.

"Maybe camping isn't for you," he muses as he pulls some band aids from the kit and puts them on the worst cuts.

"You think?" Bucky says sarcastically and Steve gives him a side hug.

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They headed home after three more days and Bucky had a grand total of: one sprained wrist, a case of poison ivy, those few scratches, several hundred (or so it felt like) mosquito bites, and an annoyance with the outdoors in general. Steve promised they wouldn't go camping again unless Bucky really wanted to. Either way he wasn't exactly going to forget the experience.

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I don't know. This was basically another on the fly ones. I am working on the requests, I promise I am.