Stucky One Shots

Chapter 2: What Would I Do Without You?

Just a lil fluff and angst because who doesn't love that...

Cap!Steve/WS!Bucky
Modern time

"Steve, you need to stop being so reckless," Bucky sighs as he places an ice pack on Steve's ribs.

"Can't Buck, got a job to do."

"That's not it, and you know it. You didn't have to throw yourself off that building to escape! You know Sam would have gotten there in time!"

"Sorry I wasn't really thinking about Sam when I was taking four other guys! How many were you fighting? Huh?!"

"I'm going to ignore your asshole comment because I know you're in pain right now, but you need to stop being reckless! Steve, you fucking come first! I don't give a damn if you think you're saving the whole universe! You. Come. First."

Steve rolls his eyes, "You're being absolutely ridiculous. My life is nothing compared to the people I save. That's one compared to ten, Buck."

Bucky licks his lips carefully, eyes becoming wet.

"Stevie, I don't know what I would do if you didn't come home."

Steve's frustrated attitude changes, and his icy, blue eyes soften.

"Baby doll, I'll always come home."

"But what if you don't, Steve?! What if you decide to be the hero again and end up killing yourself in the process?! You don't understand how much that kills me! How hurt I would be if you were gone!"

Bucky is hyperventilating now, and his boyfriend is starting to get worried.

"Poptart?" Steve questions as he wraps his arms around his slightly smaller boyfriend. It's weak because if his injuries, but he's starting to heal already. Bucky sobs the moment Steve touches him.

"I'm sorry," he chokes, "I just love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me."

Steve heart breaks. He had no idea this affected the other vet this much.

"Shh, not going anywhere baby boy. I love you so much. I'm gonna be more careful m'kay?"

Bucky curls further into Steve when he nods. Soon, he is sleeping in Steve's arms.

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Steve opens his eye to the smell of spaghetti. Bucky makes the best spaghetti, so he stands and drowsily makes his way into the kitchen.

"You makin' dinner 'aby?"

"Yeah. I thought we could have a little date night since we had a rough afternoon."

Steve had never realized how much Bucky really meant to him. Even when Bucky was recovering from an emotionally draining fight, he still found it in him to make Steve dinner.

Bucky was straining the noodles and shaking his hips to some indie song that Steve didn't know the name of. His eyes were red and puffy, but his face seemed content.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Steve grumbled, sitting in a kitchen chair."

"I forgive you."

Bucky didn't look at him, just continued to put noodles and sauce on the plate. He was always hesitant after a fight. His trust in Steve wavers.

"Poptart, you know I love you right?"

"Yes, Stevie."

Bucky places the plate in front of Steve and sits across from him. Steve reaches for Bucky's hand over the table and squeezes it gently. Bucky smiled timidly.

"I'm sorry for being so weird. I know the fight is done with."

"No, don't apologize. You've been through a lot, and I understand that it's hard for you trust people."

Bucky looks guilty, and Steve has no idea why. He shouldn't feel bad for what Hydra did to him. It's not his fault that he has trouble trusting people after being yelled at.

"Hey, hey none of that face, okay? It's not your fault. You're perfectly fine. Why don't you go shower while I clean up, okay?"

When Steve is done cleaning, he walks upstairs to his and Bucky's bathroom, where he finds Bucky sitting on the toilet wrapped in a fluffy towel. Bucky smiles lazily at him.

"You look beautiful, poptart," Steve grins as he pushes Bucky's hair out of his face.

"You look more beautiful, punk."

Steve feels his heart swell with love for this man, and kisses him with all his might. Christ, what would he do without, Bucky?