Twisted Tales: A Collection of Fanfiction and Short Stories

Bucky Falls for Captain America: Part Four

Bucky woke up the next morning with Steve cuddled up right on him. He smiled and got out of Steve's hold on him. Steve rolled to the other side as Bucky got out of bed. Bucky looked down at Steve and grinned. It was nice to have his best friend be there for him last night. He hadn't planned it or anything as well. It just happened. He flinched at the thought of the nightmares again as he headed to the kitchen. He figured that he could cook Steve a thank you breakfast. Bucky opened the fridge, found some eggs, and fried them on the stove. He hummed to himself as he cooked. He felt like he would be able to eventually get the hang of this modern era. He knew it would take time, but he was ready and willing.

There was a soft knock on the door. Bucky wondered who that could be. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 9:30 a.m. He headed to the door and opened it. It was a maid to do the housecleaning. Bucky let her in and she cleaned while he finished cooking. Their breakfast of eggs was smelling nice.

"Are you a new lover of Steve's?" she asked.

Bucky blushed. "Uh, no ma'am. I'm an old best friend of his." It was weird being asked if he was Steve's "lover." 

"Oh, really?" she wondered. "How did you two meet?" The lady was very curious, and he did not mind it. She just wanted to know some answers.

"Oh," Bucky did not know how to answer that. "We grew up together..."

"Sir, he fought in one of the World Wars. There is no way you two could've...." she lost her train of thought as she saw Bucky's metal arm. "Oh, please do accept my apology sir." She walked up and gave him a comforting touch on the shoulder. "I did not notice that. I'm sure you two had a wonderful time growing up."

Bucky smiled down at her. "It is completely okay ma'am. I'm Bucky. Well, that's what everyone calls me but my real name is James Barnes." He reached out his right arm to shake her hand.

She shook it back. "Nice to meet you, Bucky. I am Ms. Cynthia. I come and clean Steve's apartment for him every Wednesday and Saturday. It's nice to see a new face in this house."

Bucky didn't even know what day it was, he was so lost still. "Today is Wednesday?" He had honestly lost track of his days when and when not working for Hyrda. All the days had just blurred on by for him.

"Yes. Is Mr. Rogers still in bed?" Ms. Cynthia asked him nicely.

"Yes, would you like me to go wake him up and let him know that you are here?" Bucky wondered.

"No thank you, let him sleep." She moved to the living room and began to dust and sweep. "You may take a shower if you like. I can make sure that that food stays warm for ya."

"Okay, thanks." Bucky didn't have any clothes to change in to, but he didn't mind taking a shower again. The one he had yesterday felt really nice for him. Bucky walked into the bathroom, took his clothes off, and climbed into the shower. He turned that water on and just let it soak his body for a few minutes. It felt very relaxing to him. It was nice to have moments like these back again. He never had moments like this with Hydra. He had stayed so dirty for so long with them because all they did was use him like a puppet. They didn't care about how he felt or how clean he was. They only cared if he had gotten their mission done or not. It was so dehumanizing for him. He was glad to know that they were gone, that Cap and his teammates were able to successfully shut Hydra down. While washing up, he heard someone open the door and a few seconds later they were gone. If it was Steve, why didn't Steve just join him in the shower? Bucky would've loved that.

He climbed out the shower twenty minutes later and dried off. As he dried off, he noticed a fresh new pair of clothes were sitting on the counter. Ms. Cynthia must have brought those in for him. He put on a nice blue polo shirt and khaki pants. He walked out to see that Steve was still sleeping and Ms. Cynthia had even made some toast and bacon.