Show me love ◀Stucky▶

Chapter 7 : Come home

This was going to be a hard time for Bucky, beeing alone, living without his Steve.

When Steve closed the door, Bucky sat down in front of it. "Please come back to me Steve." Bucky sighed and digged his fingers into his hair. He pressed his elbows against his knees and stayed like that.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but it was already dark when he reopened his eyes. Where was he? At Steves flat. Are you okay? Yes he's okay. Steve is here to protect him. Steve will never leave him alone. Steve loves him. Bucky had to calm himself down that way everytime he woke up. Buckys stomach hurt. He had to eat something. Slowly he lifted himself from the cold floor and walked into the kitchen.

Bucky loved Steves kitchen. It's design looked a bit oldschool and remembered him of the good old times. The plates and cupboards were covered by modern, white plates that perfectly fit the hazel floor of the kitchen. There was enough space to prepare the food. Next to the big table was the oven and the fridge. Bucky liked this fridge. It was also white and had pictures on it, that were held up by magnets. Bucky stepped closer towards the fridge and looked at the photographs. On one he saw Steve and Peggy. Peggy looked older, much older than Steve but they smiled happily. On another one he saw Steve and himself. It was before the war, when Steve had safed him from Hydra. He smiled at Steve, possibly because Steve just said something funny. Steve looked at Bucky with shiny eyes and a loving laugh. He remembered.

"Bucky, I'm happy you joined me." Steve said and patted Buckys shoulder.
"Well, what was it you said? Don't win the war till I get there." Bucky chuckled and Steve smiled back at him.

"Bet you never had the idea that the little guy from Brooklyn was going to win it huh?" Steve said.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed with all his heart.

"Is it okay if we take this for footage?" Somebody asked. It was the photographer.

"Oh... you were already filming?" Steve asked confused.

"Of course, you can use it!" Bucky said, still laughing. Steve kept smiling because he was more than happy.

Bucky smiled at the memory and saw that the other pictures were of both of them too. Some were old, from the war or even earlier. But some of them were made a few days or months ago. He saw a picture of them while they were sitting in the Central park. It happened a few weeks ago, when the weather was perfect and warm. Steve really wanted to go there, so Bucky agreed and came with him.

"Steve...what are we doing here?" Bucky asked and felt Steves big hand taking his.

"This is the Central park Bucky. We can do aaaanything you want." Steve said and gave Buckys hand a soft squeeze.

"We can kiss if you want." Steve said and pointed at a bench that was standing behind a big tree.

Bucky just shook his head awkwardly and chuckled.

"Come on, lets sit down there." He said and pulled Bucky after him.

"Why do you have a camera with you?" Bucky asked after they sat down. He recognized Steves camera that he never really used when he had it with him.

After an event, festival or a beautiful moment, Steve always was furious when he had forgotten to take a picture.

"You are going to take a picure Bucky. A really cute picture." Steve said and handed the camera to Bucky.

"Here, just press the button on the top." Steve said and leaned back against the wodden bench.

"Ok." Bucky whispered and pointed the cameras lense at his Steve.

"No Bucky you little dumbass, not a picure of me - a picture of us." Steve laughed and made Bucky blush.

"Ok ok." Bucky whispered and made a picture of both of them. Steve pressed a kiss against Buckys cheek.

Bucky blinked a few times because the sun stung right into his face. His eyes became watery and Bucky felt the urge to sneeze.

"HA - Tschu!" Bucky sneezed loudly and sighed.

"Haha you look like a little dog. You look like a puppy, Buck." Steve stated and grabbed Buckys face. "Like a cuuute little babypuppy." Steve cooed and kissed his ljps and neck.

"Oh shut up Steve." Bucky grunted and pushed Steve away playfully.

"This is called a selfie by the way." Steve finally said and took Buckys hand again.

"Sam told me about it. Actually he told me to google it. This was my first Selfie Buck!" Steve said and proudly looked at Bucky, who gave him a loving smile. "By the way, Google is -"

"I know what Google is, old man." Bucky interrupted and gave Steve a cocky grin.

"Says you." Steve answered smiling and grabbed Buckys face. He gave Bucky a passionate, hard kiss and leaned against Buckys strong shoulder.

Bucky chuckled and opened the fridge. He decided to make something simple. He wasn't as good in cooking as his Stevie was, so he made cornflakes and bread with strawberry jam. He sat down on the table in the living room and ate his meal. It was quite good for something Steve didn't make. Bucky was proud of himself. He just made his own food.

Later that day Bucky lay in his bed and tried to sleep. When was Steve going to be back? How was his misson going so far? Was he hurt? Would Steve come back to him? Buckys head was filled with thoughts that came to him at night when he had nothing to do and tortured him. Bucky shifted from side to side and pushed his pillow further under his head. Bucky grunted as he found no position to get comfortable in. "Fucking shit." Bucky hissed and jumped up from his bed. He threw the sheets away on the floor and stormed out of the bedroom.

He fell down on the couch and switched on the tv. He watched a few boring movies. They were about love and heartbreak. "They got no idea what real love is." Bucky murmured and lay down on the couch. Bucky and Steves love was real love. Steve loved Bucky and Bucky loved him back. Bucky just never found the words to say it. He knew that Steve understood Buckys feelings without words. They shared a stronger bound. Steve always took care of him. Steve cooked for him, he even gave Bucky clothes and a bed. Steve gave him everything. Steve once said that this flat belonged to BOTH of them now. Bucky was more than happy about it. He was so thankfull and really appreciated the things Steve did for him.

When Bucky decided to head for the bedroom, he heard a noise. Bucky sat up on the couch and turned off the tv. What was that? Again the noise. It came from the door. Slowly, Bucky stood up from the couch and walked towards the door. He stopped in front of it and listened. "Help.."somebody whispered and softly punched against the door. "Hello?" Bucky asked unsure of what he was going to do. "Bucky.." the strange voice whispered again. WAIT. This voice sounded like Steves, just a bit more weak.

Bucky couldn't stand the thought of Steve beeing outside of ths door, so he pulled it open.

Bucky couldn't believe his own eyes when he looked down at the floor.

Uh, cliffhanger - I'm sorry.
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