Till the End of the Line: Our Beginning | Stucky Fanfic

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

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A couple months later, it was Bucky's twelfth birthday. "What do you want to do?" Steve asked him, sitting on the floor of Bucky's bedroom. Bucky was laying upside down on his bed, a hand on his chin.

"I don't know. We can't really do anything on my actual birthday, since Momma wants to go to church still and she's inviting the family over for lunch - which I'm sure you're invited to, too. But Saturday, now that's a different story. I have no idea what we're gonna do." Bucky rolled over and sat up, the blood rushing from his head.

Steve nodded, his head in his hands. "It's your day, Buck. We can do whatever you want!" Steve really wanted to give Bucky a good birthday. He deserved it, with everything he's done for Becky, Eugene, and Steve.

Bucky honestly couldn't think of anything. Everything they normally do is too mundane to be his birthday celebration. Bucky wanted to do something he could remember for hundreds of years. Something he and Steve have never done before!

And that's when it hit him.

Bucky shot up from his bed and scavenged through his room. "Steve, I've got an idea. Stand up."

Steve jumped up, already excited simply because Bucky was excited! "What is it?" Bucky held up a tape measurer and started to measure Steve. "What are you doing?"

Bucky was giddy with excitement and jumped up and down once he got Steve's height. "You're tall enough to ride the Cyclone, Stevie!" Steve gasped before he, too, was jumping up and down with Bucky. "We can go to Coney Island!"

"We're going to Coney Island!" Steve echoed.

That Saturday, the two of them took off for the amusement park. Mrs. Rogers and the Barnes' gave them both five dollars to spend for the day and told them to be home in time for dinner.

Bucky was thrilled. Not only was he now twelve, but he's on his way to Coney Island for the first time without parents with his best friend! What more could he ask for his birthday? He draped an arm around Steve's shoulders, humming a tune from a song his mother usually sang when she was cooking.

Steve was just as happy to be going with Bucky, but his nerves were starting to get to him. "Are you sure I'm tall enough to ride the Cyclone?"

"Yeah, I measured you myself. You're fine."

"Is it fun?"

"How would I know? Dummy, I haven't ridden it yet! But Max and Bob say it is."

"But is it safe?"

"Far as I know."

"I don't think it's safe. It doesn't seem safe."

"It is, trust me."

"But what if it breaks while we're on there?"

"With that kind of attitude it will."

"Buck, be serious."

"I am serious! I'm just trying to get it through your thick skull that this is how it works. We go to the park, we give the man a quarter, and we ride the ride. Then we get off, go back into another line, and give another man another quarter. See where I'm going with this?"

Steve huffed. It's not his fault he's nervous. He's never ridden a rollercoaster before. Bucky did, when he came with his friends, but Steve was never tall enough to ride a rollercoaster. He wasn't even sure it was healthy for him to ride one.