Bucky/Steve One Shots

Petty Housewife Bucky

"Steve we need to talk."

Steve sighed, "Whatever it is Buck, can it wait? I just got home and I am exhausted. It was a long day, and I really need a shower."

He smirked angrily as he put down the cloth he was using to dust the shelves beside him, "there they are. The excuses. 'I just got home', 'I'm tired'," he mocked, "you think you're the only one who ever gets tired around here."

"N-no I-"

"I cook, I clean, I do dishes, I do everything around this house Steve, and what do you do? Why don't you worry about your husband every once in a while?"

"Bucky what are you talking about? I'm busy. I have a job to do."

"You mean save the world? The world is fine. That's why you guys are the 'Avengers'. There's more than one of you. I'm sure they'll survive without you for a bit."

"I'm the leader, Buck. They look up to me..."

"I used to look up to you! When was the last time you cooked dinner?! Half the time you're never even home for dinner!"

"I can't help that..."

"Enough of your fucking bullshit excuses Steve! I'm tired of hearing them!"

"Bucky just calm down a bit and we can talk about this."

"I am calm! We are talking!"

"I'm talking. You're yelling."

"Shut up Steve! Let me rant!"

"Alright. Rant then."

"Steve for once, I just want you to be home for dinner. I want to fall asleep in the same bed as you instead of waiting till 3 am worried sick about if you're even going to come home at all. You never call me to let me know if you're alright. You just expect for me to know. News flash, I'm not psychic!"

"Look. I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really am."

"Trying isn't good enough! Not when you're running around every day trying to get yourself goddamn killed! Steve if you die..." he choked.

"Buck I'm not going to die. That's why I got the team. We protect each other."

"And what if they don't? What if I'm sitting here one day and- and S.H.I.E.L.D calls me up saying that you died doing some stupid shitty stunt on a mission?" tears started rolling down his cheeks as he thought more and more about the possibility, "I can't lose you, Steve. I couldn't live like that."

Steve looked at his husband in pure shock. Why was he so emotional? He would ask if he was pregnant, but he was a man, "Bucky you're not gonna lose me, alright? I'm here to stay."

Bucky was still crying so he stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. He immediately buried his face in his shoulder and he could feel the tears soaking through the fabric of his sleeve.

"You are a punk, Steve Rogers."

"I know," he smirked, "and you're a jerk."

His back shook a bit and Steve could tell that he had let out the faintest laugh, "You know, maybe we'll take a vacation. We could go to Mexico and stick our feet in the sand. Would you like that Buck?"

"But the team..."

Steve pulled away so he could look at him, "Like you said. They'll be fine without me."

A grin spread across his face, "You're the best."

He shrugged, "I know."

Bucky playfully punched him in the arm, "better go pack. I'm making dinner. How do you feel about spaghetti?"

"Sounds great."

"Perfect," he turned into the kitchen with the grin still set in his face. He would be smiling like that all night now.