Stucky One Shots

I Remember

Bucky's POV

  I see people. People screaming.

  "Protect the president!" One shouted.

  I raise my gun to a man on the stage. People scream louder this time.

  I open my eyes, "Steve!" I shouted, stumbling to the wall.

  Two men in black start to cover him, pointing their guns to me.

  But unfortunately, leaving some space at the top. I aimed for the head. The president fell on his knees. People screamed even louder this time.

  My breathing became heavier. What did I do?

  "Steve?!" I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks.

  "He assassinated President Kennedy! Kill him!" A girl yelled. People were chanting, "Kill him! Kill him!"

  Bang! Steve came barging in my room, knocking the door down, "Bucky! Are you all right? Why are you crying?" He asked, noticing my blood shot red eyes and my puffy cheeks.

  "I-I remember." I said. "Remember what? Bucky?" Steve asked, confused. "I k-killed the p-president," I said with a crack in my voice, "Steve? Am I a bad person?" I asked, desperate for something good to come out of his lips.

  He shook his head, "Please hold me." I whispered.

  He sat beside me, putting his muscular arms around my chest, I became less tense but I continued crying.

  For that night, I just hung on to him, laying my head on his shoulder, wishing this never happened.