I'm With You 'Til the End of the Line- Stucky Oneshots (Marvel)

Grenade

This is set during WWII, after Steve rescued Bucky, He's introducing Bucky and Peggy to each other.
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'So you're James then.' Peggy gave Bucky her usual cold, hard gaze.

'Yeah, though most people call me Bucky,' Bucky sent Peggy his trademark cheeky grin.

'Do I look like 'most people' to you Sergeant Barnes?'

'Of course not, sorry ma'am.' Bucky threw Steve a look that screamed 'help me, I think she's going to snap my neck!' Steve just grinned in reply.

'Are you both wanting a drink, I think I have something back at my quarters. Are you coming?' Steve gestures towards the small wooden building 50 metres away before setting off, knowing that Bucky would definitely follow.
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'So, what have you got then, punk?' Bucky grabbed a seat and kicked back, resting his feet on what appeared to be a storage box.

'I think I might actually have some whisky, if you move your big feet I might actually be able to get it!'

At that moment Peggy appeared through the door holding three glasses, 'thought we might need these, unless you were planning on drinking straight from the bottle. I personally would not be up for that, I have no idea where those mouths have been.'

Bucky just smirked in reply and shot Steve a knowing look. Steve promptly turned a lovely beetroot colour. Peggy, seemingly oblivious, took the bottle from Steve and poured herself a substantial glass of the alcoholic beverage.

'So, how did you two meet then?' Peggy sat back and prepared for the lengthy answer. Bucky and Steve proceeded to explain their life stories up until that point, missing out the less important and illegal parts, which was actually a substantial amount.
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After a couple of hours the three of them were laughing away like old friends, telling each other interesting stories and learning more about each other. They had all had a little too much to drink.

'You still haven't told me how you were chosen to become 'Americas Golden Boy' Steve, surely there were lots of possible choices?' Bucky looked to Steve for the answer so was surprised when Peggy answered.

'That's actually a very good story Bucky! It was a normal training day, the recruits were busy doing push-ups when Dr Erskine appeared to speak to Colonel Phillips about his choice of recruit. He was pretty set on Steve but Phillips wasn't so sure. He was talking about other men being better and fitter and then wanted to show off their reaction times so he threw a grenade into the middle of them while they were doing press-ups and, this is the funny bit, everyone jumped away and took cover but Steve,' Peggy had paused and looked round at Steve, a loving smile creeping it's way onto her face, 'Steve jumped on it. He jumped on the grenade and shouted at me to get away. He was the bravest of the recruits, always thinking of others before himself.' At this point Peggy had to take a sip of water as her throat had become dry from the memory. She looked round, expecting Bucky to be smiling too, only to find him glaring at Steve.

'You did WHAT? Are you INSANE?! I told you not to do anything stupid, and what do you do, try and get yourself blown up!' Bucky's face was red with anger and he looked like he wanted to punch something, and hard.

'Calm down Bucky, it was a dud, there was no chance of me getting injured.' Steve smiled at Bucky lovingly.

'Did you know it was a dud? Did you know it was a dud before you jumped on it?' At this point Peggy had decided it was a good idea to leave and let them sort out their problems alone. She walked out and quietly closed the door behind herself without them noticing.

'Well, no, bu-'

Steve was quickly cut off by Bucky. 'You idiot! You could have been killed! You would jump on a grenade to look brave? What do you think it would have done to me, knowing you'd blown yourself up?! You are such a punk! I can't believe you sometimes Steve!' A single tear had made its way down Bucky's cheek, he tried to wipe it away discreetly but Steve had already noticed.

'Buck, please don't cry. I'm sorry, if I'd known it would hurt you like this I wouldn't have done it! Please forgive me Buck.'

'Of course I forgive you! You're such an idiot Steve! Sometimes I just wish you weren't so perfect.'

'Well I'm sorry for being perfect Sergeant Barnes, obviously multiple weeks without kissing me has turned you into a right Jerk.' Steve smirked at Bucky before walking over to the desk to refill his glass. Bucky followed him over and when Steve turned around with his glass of whiskey Bucky took it off him and set it down on the desk gently.

'Maybe it's about time we fixed that little problem then, I'm interested to see what the serum has done to your kissing abilities,' Bucky threw him a cheeky wink before pushing him roughly up against the wall. He held Steve's hands above his head while he locked their lips together. The kiss was hot and needy and perfect for the moment. Steve fought with as much ferocity as Bucky for control of the kiss, his asthma no longer a problem. Steve managed to gain control and flipped them around so he could pin Bucky against the wall.

'Well, that's new.' Bucky continued the kiss, growling when Steve gently bit his bottom lip. 'Getting adventurous there mister,' Bucky laughed before being roughly shoved against the wall again by the larger man. Steve locked their lips again and moved his left hand onto Bucky's waist. Bucky rutted up against Steve causing him to moan in pleasure, feeling heat rush to his lower region. Steve asked for entrance and Bucky gladly agreed, their tongues meeting in an incredible dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. 'I like the new Steve, the lack of asthma is a big bonus,' Bucky thought to himself, smiling into the kiss. The pair moved their activities to Steve's bed, continuing to kiss for a while before things became more heated and desperate. Everything was so different, a mixture of the serum and the horrors of war, making both men more needy and desperate, any moment out here could be their last, and they made the most of it.

Let's just say, Steve isn't just a bottom anymore.