Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes one shots

You have a picture of me on your fridge || part 3

~ a/n I know Steve wouldn't say the horrible stuff he says in this fic but just go with it okay ~

trigger warning
panic attacks
Steve just smiles at me and asks "are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose" I just nod in awe at myself I usually hate people living with me I tired to live with sam and it nearly ruined out friendship, sam just looks at me funny as if to say wtf Barnes?!? I shrug my shoulders at him and say to Steve "I can show you around my apartment now if you want? You can come to Sammy" Steve smiles and nods "if it's not to much trouble, I just get up, grab my camera and motion for the guys to follow me. We walk back to my apartment and sam instantly makes him self at home, he sits on the sofa and turns on the telly, "sure man make your self at home" I say Sam just laughs and flips me off, I show Steve the bedroom first. "This would be your room if you decided to move in, there is already a bed and draws so you wouldn't have to bring them with you, unless you wanted your own bed or draws, or whatever I'm sorry I'm rambling" I say slightly flustered, Steve just walks over to me places his hand on my arm and says "Buck calm down it's fine the bed in my other apartment belongs to my landlady so I couldn't bring it anyways, it's fine haha" I smile at him and show him the rest of the flat. Once we get to the kitchen Steve looks around before he walks over to the fridge, he looks at the photo of him before he takes it off with a "you have a photo of me on your fridge? Wtf man? When was this even taken? I don't remember giving you permission to take my photo" I mentally face palm and sigh "I'm sorry Steve I was taking photos for my art course and I saw you sat on the train and you just looked so beautiful and I knew I had to capture that beauty, I was going to talk to you and ask if it was okay to keep the photo but you had already gotten off the train and I never saw you again until today, and I'm just really fucking sorry" I say with panic in my voice. Suddenly I can't breath, I slide down the kitchen cupboards and out my head in my hands, tears are streaming down my face, I can't catch my breath and it feels like I'm going to pass out, shit I'm having a panic attack, I haven't had one of these in ages. I mumble out the word sam and Steve runs to get sam from the sofa, Everything is like a blur next thing I know I'm waking up on the sofa, both Sam and Steve are looking over me with concerned expressions "guys stop looking at me like that" sam just smacks me in the chest "you were out for 2 hours for Christs sake, don't tell me what to do" I just smiled "Steve if you don't want to move in anymore that's okay I understand it's just I really liked that photo and I'm sorry for being weird" I said with tears in my eyes "I'm not gonna move in, I'm sorry Bucky, but why would I? You're a freak" Steve says and then walks out..