Bucky/Steve One Shots

I'm Cold

(During the war)

The commandos were so close. They were closing in on a base and Steve decided he was going to scout ahead to make sure it was safe to continue. Bucky, of course, insisted on going because he refused to let Steve out of his sight. He wasn't even supposed to be there. There was no way he was going to let him go alone. 

They trudged through the snow beside each other and Bucky couldn't help but smile. He had been wanting to get Steve alone forever. He felt something cold land on his nose and he smiled as he looked skyward, "look, Steve. It's snowing," he told him happily. 

"Of course it is. Where do you think the stuff on the ground came from?" 

Bucky rolled his eyes and held Steve's hand in his. 

Steve looked down at their now entwined hands, "Bucky, what the-" 

Bucky smirked his usual smirk, "my hands are freezing... warm me up?"

"You're an idiot..."

"There's no one around, Stevie. Just you and me..."

Steve rolled his eyes for the billionth time that day.

"Steve, my lips are cold too..." Bucky whined.

"I swear to god..."

"Come on..."

Steve sighed and stopped walking. He used his hand around Bucky's to pull him close. 

Bucky blushed, though it was hard to tell since his cheeks were already rosy from the cold. 

Steve closed the space between them and kissed him gently. 

The brunette was shocked when Steve kissed him. He hadn't expected him to give in. He wrapped his arms around him gently as he felt Steve's hands trail up his back. He started to lose himself in the kiss when a gunshot pierced his ears. His eyes opened wide in fear when he felt Steve's lips go slack against his. The fear and pain were evident in Steve's baby blue eyes and he studied him to see what was wrong. It wasn't hard to miss. His neck was painted dark crimson. He heard another shot aimed at him this time and he ducked while still supporting Steve's weight. He quickly drew his gun and fired at the unseen sniper.He heard a thud and knew the bullet had hit its mark. 

Bucky felt Steve start to slip and go limp. He dropped his gun and placed his hand firmly on the wound in his neck as he lowered him to the ground. The snow around them bloomed with red spots. Bucky tried to keep himself calm, "Steve, stay with me. Please stay with me." 

Steve's eyelids fluttered and blood trailed from the corner of his mouth, "Buck..."

"Shh... Don't talk." His hand trembled as he searched for his radio. A tiny bit of hope fluttered in his gut when he found the radio. He lifted it to his face and pressed the button down, "Morita come in." He cringed at how much his voice trembled. He bit his lip as he waited for an answer. 

The radio silence killed him. He pressed the button down again, "Morita, come in." His voice sounded more urgent now. 

"B-u-ky," Morita's choppy voice came through the radio, "si-nal--down-try-ng-to-reconnect."

Bucky cursed and put the radio down. He returned his attention to Steve who was now deathly pale. He'd never make it if he tried getting him back to camp. They had been walking for at least forty minutes. "Alright, Stevie. This is where you have to trust me."

Steve looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, "I trust you..." he mumbled. 

Bucky hoped he didn't mess this up. He just had to get him stable enough to make it back to camp. From there, they'd call for backup and a plane would arrive to bring Steve to the hospital. He just had to make sure he'd make it. He searched for the small first aid kit he kept on his belt. He found it and unclipped it, placing it in the snow without taking pressure off the wound. He managed to get the zipper open and searched for anything that would help. He had a suture kit, gauze, and some bandages. There was no disinfectant though. He took a deep breath and brainstormed. He had a small flask that Dum Dum had given him. The damn stuff tasted like gasoline. That meant it was strong. He grabbed the flask from his belt and looked down at Steve once again. "Hang in there..."

"m'not going anywhere..."

It was a miracle he was still alive. He'd probably be dead if not for the serum. He knew he'd have to work fast as soon as his hand was off the wound. He prepared himself and removed his hand, getting to work immediately.He poured the alcohol over the wound to try and prevent infection. Steve was at least responsive. He hissed through clenched teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. 

"You're doing great, Stevie... deep breaths..."

Steve took deep, shaky breaths as Bucky instructed. 

He examined the damage. The bullet was still lodged in his neck. What scared him the most was that it severed the artery and a few vessels around it. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to remove the bullet. He didn't have tweezers, so he'd have to use his fingers and disinfect again after. He gently dug into the wound and got a grip on the bullet. He pulled it out and luckily it came out on the first try. The bad part was that it was now bleeding more. He quickly disinfected it and found where the artery was severed. He grabbed the suture kit and threaded the needle as fast as he could. His hands were still trembling and he was struggling to fight his tears. 

Steve had his eyes closed, but Bucky could tell he was still awake. He was thankful for that. He got the needle threaded and quickly stitched the artery closed as he was taught at basic. These wounds weren't rare and they tried to prepare them for it. Of course, Bucky never thought he'd have to do it. 

Once the artery was closed, the bleeding slowed a bit. He tried to think of the next step. He could spot three vessels that were responsible for most of the bleeding. They were too small for stitches. Luckily, he had a lighter on him. Steve always got mad at him for smoking, but he wouldn't have a lighter on him if he hadn't been smoking. He retrieved it from his pocket and lit it. He very carefully cauterized the vessels. He disinfected it once more and sighed in relief. He had gotten the internal bleeding under control. "Sorry, Stevie... we're nearly done..."

"S'okay, Buck," he slurred. The punk was obviously trying to act tough as he choked down the pain.  

It was a breeze now. He stitched the wound closed and disinfected it for the last time. Steve was shivering. Probably because he was laying in the snow. Bucky started to shiver a bit too now that his adrenaline was dying down. He placed a piece of gauze over the wound and wrapped it with the bandages. He didn't wrap it too tight because then it would choke Steve. 

He quickly packed up the first aid kit and looked down at Steve who now had his eyes open. 

"You're alright..." he assured him.

"Thanks to you..." Steve whispered. 

He smiled in relief, "yeah, yeah. Stop being sappy you punk. Let's get you back to camp."