Burn Me Slowly With Your Love [40's STUCKY] ~Under Editing~

Chapter 18

The adrenaline was always pumping when he was fighting with the Howling Cammandos, it was like a big (quite violent) family of friends. Taking down Hydra was probably his favourite part. He was getting justice for Bucky and all the mistreated soldiers, smacking down the enemy like toothpicks.

Bucky was probably the hottest sniper in all honesty. Steve loved it. He always had his back, and by the time he saw him, Bucky would already be grinning and sending him an exaggerated blown kiss. Steve preferred when he actually got to kiss him in victory after a mission though.

It was always in the privacy of their own tent when everyone was asleep, and Bucky would just roll over from his sleeping bag to Steve's and cuddle him. He seemed to like that Steve was bigger, as much as he missed the little guy from Brooklyn.

His cuddles usually lend to soft silence before Bucky would saying something along the lines of "Good job today", or "We did well kicking ass". Either way, the endearment was there in his whispered words, and Steve couldn't help but kiss him, the months of loneliness disappearing at the touch of Bucky's lips on his. By morning, they'd wake as usual, Bucky back in his sleeping bag and usually the last to wake since he had trouble sleeping after the isolation wards.

Steve had asked what happened in there, but Bucky always said he couldn't remember most of it anyway, that it didn't matter. Steve knew the nightmares weren't normal for someone who 'couldn't remember' it. Or maybe it was, and Steve was just paranoid, but either way he was always there when Bucky would wake making noises of discomfort and stress, panting with a sheen of sweat over his skin.

Steve was always the one to pull Bucky close after the nightmare and whisper sweet words until Bucky fell back asleep. Bucky loved it more then anything.

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"A party?" Steve questioned Dugan.

"Yep. It's a party to celebrate our achievements. Next missions a big one, so everyone wants to have a party to send us off too." Dugan chuckled.

"Like, with music and dancing and all that?"

"Yeah. Exciting, ain't it?"

"Yeah..." Steve wanted to dance with Bucky before they went off. He wanted to hold Bucky close for that night, in private or public, he wanted to dance with his Buck.

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"Hey you seen Steve anywhere?" Peggy asked Dugan, in her best dress. She had been hoping to finally be his right partner for a dance.

"With Barnes I think." Dugan shrugged. "Those two are always together after all. You can check the food table. Or you could dance with me?" Dugan offered but Peggy declined.

"No. I already have someone I want to dance with." Peggy smiled as she walking around the crowd of soldiers and lady dancers towards the food table. He did spot Steve and Bucky, both in casual wear as they talked. Peggy walked towards them, but she paused when she saw Steve take Bucky's hand and pull him away from the party, past the jeeps.

She watched them go, tempted to follow.

"I'm starting to think I might not be his right partner." Peggy said to herself with sad eyes, walking towards the food table to distract herself from Steve's missing presence.

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"Is this really the best idea? I'm sure the ladies would love to dance with Captain America." Bucky said in a light tone, not minding as Steve shook his head.

"Yeah, but they don't want to dance with Steve Rogers, the little guy from Brooklyn, like you, do they?" Steve squeezed Bucky's hand and smiled at him in the brisk winter night.

"No...No they don't." Bucky stepped closer. "I'd love to though." He wrapped his arms around Steve's waist. Steve chuckled at him, slipping his own around Bucky's neck despite the fact that he was just a bit taller. It still left like that night at the Happy Clam, the relax atmosphere, the comfortable feel of Bucky's body close. The nerves of being caught dismissed the moment the music flittered through the air, enticing them to move.

"I'm glad." Steve replied softly, swaying slowly with the music of the distance party, just drinking in the sight of Bucky. Bucky did the same, memorising Steve's new body as he remember the runt from his hometown.

"Hey, Steve?" Bucky said in a soft voice.

"Yeah, Bucky?" Steve whispered back, as if not the break the moment.

"I think I love you." Bucky said, a small smile breaking out on his face as he kept his sky eyes connected with Steve's ocean blue orbs.

"Think?" Steve chuckled as he leaned in. "I know I love you Buck." He pressed his lips against Bucky's, the brunette not moving an inch away, only pulling him closer.

That night, when everyone else slept, Bucky and Steve were more focused on each other, exploring all they could before there most dangerous mission. Hands traveled, lips marked, breathes came out as puffed steam in the cold night, sweet whispers and quiet moans keeping them alive that night.

They didn't get nearly enough sleep as they probably should have.

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"I had him on the ropes." Steve could remember saying those words himself, and laughed.

"I know you did, love." He said jokingly, noticing the other trooper with a large blasting gun as it entered their section of the train. "Get down!" He didn't have time to grab his shield from Bucky.

"Fire again! Kill him! Now!" Steve ducked as Bucky held the shield up, not having enough strength to hold his ground as the shield flew out of his grasp and his body out the train. He gripped the bar of the side of the train desperately, his eyes frantically going between the canyon and the hole in the train. Steve's eyes widened as he knocked the trooper down with his shield, running to Bucky's aid.

"Bucky! Hang on!" Steve yelled as he moved partly out of the speeding train to reach out for him.

"Steve, Steve..." The bar creaked under his weight. "Remember our promise, right Steve?" His voice shook with fear as he reached for Steve with shaky hands. "We're with each other till the end of the line, right?" The bar creeped more, making Bucky's heart pound in his ears.

"Yeah, yeah, of course Buck, just grab my hand!" Bucky reached, Steve's hand just the tiniest bit to far as one side of the bar drop, making Bucky scream as he held the bar tighter, his grip even further from Steve's who kneeled to grasp for him.

" I think this is my end of the line babydoll." Bucky whispered as the other side snapped. Steve almost fell trying to grasp his hand, just brushing his fingers as Bucky plummeted down into the canyon.

"NO!" Steve screamed, his fists clenched as Bucky disappeared form into the snowy hell. Steve could feel tears prickle at his eyes as he stared down, reaching numbly for his shield.

He couldn't believe it. Bucky had...

'I couldn't save him.' He thought as his heart shattered. 'I did all I could and I couldn't save him...Bucky...' A tear escaped his eyes as rage boiled under his skin for the Swiss Doctor and the unconscious troop. Steve stood and walked towards the unconscious troop, ripping the mask off his and smashing his shield down onto the man.

"I will destroy Hydra. Until not a living, breathing soul can Hail it agian." He spat as he went to go grab the Doctor.

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