Stucky one shots

Sick

Bucky knows that something is wrong before Steve even walks through the door. It's like a sixth sense really, he's had it since he could remember. He knows Steve's moods, manners, and quirks, he knows the soldier better than he knows himself. And he always knows when something is wrong. It's like an odd sinking feeling in his stomach, it wakes him up and instantly brings him to full consciousness and he's at the door before he can even react. Bucky hears the key slide into the keyhole of their apartment but it's sounds clumsy and a little heavy, not the smooth, fluid motion it normally takes. He feels his metal fingers clench slightly at his side, the door is nudged open with an elbow and Steve follows along behind it, stumbling slightly

Steve stops in the front of the hallway, suddenly coming to the realization that the assassin was standing there. He greets Bucky with a smile "Hey Buck.." Steve said Bucky noticed how his voice was hoarse and how his legs were shaking a bit, he flips on the hall light and clenched his teeth. Steve was soaking wet, like he was thrown into a river, bruised and bloody, and looked exhausted "What the hell happened to you?" Bucky asked, more like demanded sharply his eyes narrowing as they flickered over the damage. Steve looked down at himself as if he was noticing his wounds for the first time and smiled sheepishly "Don't worry, I'm fine some of this blood isn't mine anyway..." 'Some?' Bucky thought angrily as he bites back a growl that threatens to roll out of his throat, Steve walked towards Bucky and threw his arms around him "I'm fine Bucky..really" Steve could actually tell that Bucky was getting pissed

Bucky pushed Steve back a bit but kept him close so he can examine him, Bucky knows when something is wrong with Steve. "So..your ok?" He asked and Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding. That did it. Now he knows something is wrong, Bucky noticed that Steve's cheeks were a bit red so he laid the back of his hand on Steve's forehead and frowned. He was warm. Bucky gave Steve the death glare he always gave him when he got sick back then and wouldn't tell him "Your sick.." Steve looked down and nodded "What happened?" Steve looked at Bucky and rubbed the back of his neck nervously "One of the bad guys injected me with something that the serum didn't like..." Bucky stared at Steve and growled a bit debating whether to smack Steve at the back of his head for being so stupid, or going out to extract pain and torture to the bad guys that hurt his Stevie.

Bucky took Steve by the hand and guided him towards their bedroom "Bucky...?" "Your obviously not feeling well" Bucky said and pushed Steve gently onto the bed. His eyes flickered over his body again and he knew that he had to check for wounds, Bucky slowly took off Steve's shirt and sighed in relief when he didn't see any wounds but just some cuts and bruises. Steve coughed and looked at Bucky with his feverish eyes, Bucky knew that look. He always hated it. Bucky pulled the covers over Steve until his head was the only thing not covered "Buck..I'm fine.." Bucky smiled a bit when he knew from the tone of his voice that Steve was getting sleepy. Bucky kissed Steve's forehead and walked towards the door

"Night Bucky" Steve said before Bucky closed the door  "Goodnight Steve"