Stucky Oneshots

Midnight Sorrows

Bucky's POV

He woke up with a start, dripping in sweat and shaking. Checking his alarm clock, the red glow bright on his face, it reads just past 2 am. Knowing he wouldn't get back to sleep anytime soon, he decided on going to the common room and getting something to eat. Upon entering the common room Bucky notices Steve on the couch, looking every bit as shaken up as him. Steve doesn't see or hear him come in, he's too busy staring off at everything and nothing all at once. Walking around the couch and sitting down, he offers him some chips.

"Can't sleep?" Bucky asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nope."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really, you?"

"Not really."

An awkward yet comfortable silence sets around them. Finally Steve decides to break the silence, his eyes glued to the floor. His rather large frame seemed tiny, like that small kid from Brooklyn. His voice was a small cracking whisper, "I was back in the ice, Buck. I watched you fall over and over again, helpless to do anything. I.. I should've done more."

"That's not your fault, there wasn't anything you could do."

His eyes finally flick up and make eye contact with him, voice tight, "do you really believe that?" His jaw is clenched and body tensed, obviously beating himself up over all of this, after all if he had just reached a bit farther he could've gotten him, right?

Bucky's gaze softens, "I do." A silence sets around them again, Steve mulling over those two words.

Bucky spoke, his jaw tight "I was reliving some of my- his worst kills. I watched- felt, as he broke you over and over again, wondering if that unwavering hope would be the death of you. I should've remembered you sooner."

Steve moves closer, putting his hand on his. Bucky's eyes trail up from their touching hands to meet his eyes as Steve speaks. "All that matters is that you remembered me, Buck. You saved my life, and that's all that's really important."

"Stevie.. I-I love you."

"I love you too, Buck."

They somehow find a blanket and eventually drift off to sleep facing each other, legs intertwined and holding hands. Steve's other hand is in Bucky's hair, having just played with it before falling asleep.

Tony's POV

Tony is the first to walk in, probably having spent the night in the lab and needing caffeine. His eyes widen at the sight of the two of them curled up, a soft smile spreading across his face. A mock look of disgust crosses his features as the realization dawns on him that he finds this public display of affection cute, he must be more tired then he thought.

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uhhh woo i finally updated hope you enjoyed!