Bucky/Steve One Shots

Pieces

Steve entered his small apartment, absolutely exhausted. He had been on a mission for three days and he was ready to just crawl into bed and get a good sleep. He still had his suit on. It was covered in ash and dried blood. The blood was not his thankfully.

He closed the door behind him and set his helmet down on the coffee table.

After a moment, he started the kettle and walked towards the bathroom to shower.

It was about four in the morning. He hadn't bothered to turn any lights on so it was quite dark. He opened the door to the bathroom and reached for the light switch, but he had a feeling something wasn't right. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw a figure inside the bathtub. Their head was slumped over the side and they appeared to be unconscious. The persons hair was in their face, but Steve still recognized him. Even in the darkness. He approached carefully, "Bucky...?"

Bucky remained unmoving. A bit of moonlight leaked in through the window and reflected off of his metallic arm. There was something else though. Dark red streams ran down the arm. Steve's eyes widened in fear and he rushed to his side. There was a bloody, discarded knife laying in Bucky's limp right hand. Steve took the knife and placed it on the floor. He studied his arm. All the blood was coming from his shoulder. He took Bucky's cheeks in his hands gently. He wasn't sure if it was Bucky, or the Winter Soldier, but he wasn't really worried about that at the moment. "Buck..." his voice was choked. He could see him breathing, so that was good, "Bucky, please. Wake up. You came back to me. Now wake up."

Bucky's eyes fluttered. They found Steve's face and focused on it, "Steve...?"

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, "yes, Buck. It's me."

Bucky shivered, looking scared and confused.

Steve hugged him carefully, not wanting to hurt him.

Bucky was too weak to hug back.

"What did you do, Buck?"

"I didn't want it... it's a weapon... it hurts people..."

"Buck..." he rubbed his back softly and closed his eyes, "you don't have to use it as a weapon..."

"But I did..." Bucky cried.

"That wasn't you... that was never you... that was hydra... they destroyed your self control..."

"They lied to me... they're liars... they..." he cried harder, "they told me you were dead..."

"Shh..." He rubbed soft circles into his back, "I'm right here... I'm not dead..  I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner..."

"You're here..." he repeated.

"Yes I am, and I'm not going to let them hurt you anymore."