Stucky One Shots

Silence and Wheelchairs

If you asked Bucky what life was like for him, in all honesty, well, he wouldn't tell you. All his life Bucky Barnes had been mute. So of course, this made it a little difficult to have friends and such. The only friend he ever had was deaf, so it was really a win-win situation.

Bucky steps into Starbucks and takes a seat next to a window then pulls out one of his many notebooks out of his black backpack. These held his many thoughts, the things he wished he could say but never could. He takes out a pencil and taps it thoughtfully against his lips as he thinks of what to write.

As he sits there the bell chimes and someone comes through, sitting in a wheelchair. Bucky watches them quietly, tilting his head slightly as he fiddled with his pencil.

Steve Rogers wheels in and gets into line, tapping his fingers against the armrests. Steve had been born without legs, so he'd known the pros and cons of being in a wheelchair all his life. His friend Sam helped him sometimes, pushing him around and such, because he insisted on helping him. But today, it was just Steve.

"Hi, could I get a coffee, please?" He asks the lady at the till, offering a small smile as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket. She gives him a pitying smile as she accepts the pay and starts making the drink.

"Of course. Hey, just let me know if you need anything, okay?" She says with a grin. Steve merely smiles and nods. He was so used to being pitied and he'd just gotten used to ignoring it.

He collects his drink then carefully wheels around to see where he can sit.

Bucky and he make eye contact so the brunette waves him over with a smile. Steve smiles back gratefully and wheels over to sit at his table.

"Thank you," Steve says gratefully and Bucky smiles and nods.

"No problem," he mouths and notices the look of confusion on Steve's face. He pulls out a fresh notebook and opens it up. No problem, he writes then shows it to him. Steve smiles softly, still looking a little confused. I'm mute, pal, he adds underneath.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," Steve responds and Bucky nods.

So what about you? Question for a question? Bucky writes with a shy grin and Steve gestures for him to continue. What's your story?

"Nothing much to tell. I was born without legs," he replies with a shrug, sipping his coffee. Bucky gives him a look of amazement.

How do you manage everyday? He writes quickly, intrigued.

"It's sort of... Tricky, at times," he replies. "But usually I can manage it. What about you?"

Bucky smirks and shakes his head, looking down briefly at his notebook before glancing shyly up at the blonde. These notebooks. My ma gave them to me before she died. It's usually okay to handle being mute but sometimes it's hard to just- Bucky pauses and frowns at his notebook, tapping his pencil against his lips once more.

"Speak up?" Steve adds and Bucky looks up to nod at him.

Exactly, he writes underneath and Steve nods. He takes another sip of his coffee and leans back, tapping his free hand on his leg. When he was born without legs, well, it was a little more complicated. His legs weren't completely formed, so they only existed about mid thigh on either leg. He just told everyone the simplified version. It was easier that way.

Hey, what's your name? Bucky writes on some new page, tilting his head at him.

"Steve Rogers," he introduces, offering a hand. Bucky takes it and shakes it firmly before letting go to write.