Friend To Lover - Steve x Bucky

Chapter 6

Bucky's POV
I slowly start waking up to the sound of something sizzling. I don't remember much only that He was there. My master. A shudder ran down my spine and I barely suppress the urge to curl myself into a ball. There was someone else there though. Someone who I remember. Steve! This must be where he lives. I glance and I catch sight of Steve in the tiny kitchen area. I don't move, close my eyes, and pretend to ignore the feeling of fire coursing through my entire body. The last time I was punished I could barely move but with the help of the serum the pain has been more manageable. As I start to shift Steve takes notice and finishes up his food preparations. He sets down the food and I notice the table has already been set, but for two, why two? Did he have a friend come over? He can't expect me to come and sit at the table with him, monsters don't get to eat at the table. He motions for me to sit down like he did but I shake my head. I sat down with my back against the wall and he gently smiled and said, "Bucky, please sit at the table, you shouldn't be sitting on the floor. Your spot is up here." He motions to the chair across the table from him and not wanting to disappoint him and have him hurt me, I sit down tenderly. He shovels a heap of eggs, bacon and toast onto mine and his own plate and starts to eat. I glance down, confused. I never eat this much, I don't think I could if I tried. The years of Hydra's abuse have left me with practically no appetite at all so I pick up my fork and gingerly poke at the eggs. They squirm unpleasantly and I don't feel any kind of hunger. I don't move until Steve is halfway through his meal as he looks up. "Bucky, you really need to eat. Your practically a twig." He doesn't understand, over course he doesn't. I reply in a shaky voice, "I really can't Steve." "Just try, for me." He looks straight at me, and I feel as if his vibrant blue eyes are piercing my heart, mind and soul, searching for something. I slowly pick up my fork and eat a few mouthfuls of eggs and bacon before I set down my fork and feel disgusted with myself. I can't help but look up and I see Steve's face showing a mixture of sadness, disappointment and love, wait, love. No way, that can't be right. Steve has always been straight. We both knew what happened to people who weren't. Even now though, I can't help but feel something amazing in my chest, making my heart swell. Steve hasn't noticed me staring because he's making his way between the kitchen and our table, clearing away the dirty dishes. This action seems strange to me. Why would he help a monster. Once he sat down again he looked straight into my eyes and said, "Bucky, I love you, but promise me you'll eat more, please." His voice sounded so hurt and broken I couldn't bring myself to do anything but nod. He seemed satisfied with that action and leaned back into his chair. Did he really mean that he loved me? As if he would love someone so neurotic and dangerous as me!? I don't know why I said it but I did. "I love you too Steve." It was then when I had to make a decision. I could either break all of my future promise I make with Steve, or I could at least try for his sake, and get better. I think I would much rather have the latter. But then again, it would take a lot of energy, and I just know that Steve will leave me at one point or another, just like everybody else. But okay, I'll at least try.