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

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

1933

By some miracle, Steve was a little popular. It was mostly because of him hanging out with Bucky, but he was known nonetheless. That didn't mean he had friends, though, people just knew his name. Steve didn't mind, even when people had the guts to pick on him. He always knew Bucky was around the corner, ready to jump into any fight to protect his best friend. Even when Steve picks the fight.

"Think it'll snow again tonight? I wanna build a pillow fort and curl up with hot chocolate and draw while you read and-"

Bucky cut Steve off with a laugh as he threw an arm over Steve's shoulders. "You're such a romantic with these ideas, Stevie." A blush fluttered across their cheeks, they both blamed it on the cold. "If it snows, you know we'll do just that. If not, we can still do that 'cause you'd freeze your ass off it wasn't for me," Bucky told him with a wink.

"Shut up, jerk." Steve laughed, pushing Bucky lightly. They were both laughing, with big ole grins and their sides aching.

"Seriously, though, you're an icicle. How do you stay that cold?" Steve shrugged and leaned closer to Bucky as the wind picked up a little.

It was the middle of February and it was freezing cold outside to Steve, despite his coat and Bucky's warmth slipping through the fabrics. He was little and prone to getting sick, which is why Sarah thinks he stays cold.

"One day," Steve said with a dreamy sigh, "I won't be. I'll never be sick and I'll be warm, instead of cold all the time."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. And you'll be complaining to me about how your cold, but I'll be in nothing but my trousers in the middle of winter." Steve laughed, not quite sure what he was saying.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "You're such a crumb." Steve slapped Bucky's stomach playfully. They laughed a bit more, until they turned the corner to see the school. "Damn, I don't wanna go back. This morning was rough as it is and I gotta test in my next class."

"That the one I helped you study for back home?"

"Bingo."

"You'll do fine. Just take a deep breath and focus. Ain't that what you tell me?"

Bucky looked down at a smirking Steve. "Shut up, punk." They laughed again and walked into the courtyard. "Look," Bucky pulled Steve in closer and pointed at three girls dressed in various floral dresses.

"That the gal you been tellin' me about? Julie, was it?"

"Jean. She's the dame in the blue," Bucky said. His voice was lighter and his eyes brighter, Steve knew he liked what he saw.

Steve looked back at the girls, watching them laugh and giggle to themselves. That's when he noticed the smaller one with the brown curls that rested on her shoulders and the prettiest pink dress. She looked like a porcelain doll, as if her features were painted on by an artist. She was a piece of art.

Steve couldn't help but admire works of art, it'd be wrong of him to ignore anything artistic.

"Who's the girl in pink?" Steve asked Bucky, who looked down at him with a smirk and knowing eyes.

"Steven Grant Rogers, are you telling me you might like a girl?"

"Shut up."

With a laugh, Bucky marched over to the girls. He ran a hand over his slicked hair and fixed his collar. He looked over his shoulder, making sure Steve was following, and carried on with the flirtiest smirk he could manage. "Hello ladies, how are you this beautiful winter day?"