Let Me Feel Again ~ Steve x Bucky

What Could Go Wrong?

I'm just cranking 'em out! I'm getting to action in the story, so I'm writing as fast as I can so I don't forget things. Is this what it's like to be a professional writer? You just suddenly have a burst of ideas and spend like two days straight just writing exciting parts?

Anywho, I'ma go. Thanks for reading you lovely people, you!

Bucky's POV
I examined the haircut I received from Nat. She had given me something similar to the one I had in the war, except this was more modern and clean. As I looked, thoughts started racing through my head:
Why did Steve stay with you last night?
Why was he crying?
Where did he go?
Why is he gone so long?
Why do I care if he is gone that long?
Why am I worried about him so much?
Why does my chest ache?
He's fine, Bucky. He's with Sam. What could go wrong?

"I need to go train, that'll help me clear my mind," I mumbled, rubbing my temples. Everything is so confusing right now.

Steve's POV 
"You alright, buddy?" Sam asked as we took off.

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm alright, just worried about leaving Bucky by himself for the first time since he got here," I admitted.

"Steve, Bucky is a grown ass man with military training, I think he can stay in a guarded tower with the rest of the Avengers. He'll be fine for the three days we're gone," Sam said in the weird no nonsense voice Sam uses when he gives what he calls advice, "also, when was the last time you had a full nights sleep?"

"About three months ago."

"So, before Bucky showed up?"

I nodded, "Speaking of sleep, I'm gonna take a nap to avoid this conversation."

Sam rolled his eyes but didn't protest as I leaned back and closed my eyes. Only a few minutes go by before I hear his voice again, "You have feelings for him, don't you?"

I shot up, "What the hell are you talking about, Wilson?"

"You have feelings for Bucky, you love him, as more than just a friend."

"What in the hell gave you that idea?" I demanded.

"I'm more observant than you give me credit for, man. The way you look at him? The way you talk about him? It's a little obvious. I'm kinda surprised Nat hasn't said anything yet," he stated, leaning back in his chair, "you are very bad at hiding your feelings."

"Fuck...-"

"Language!" Sam gasped as he turned and gave me a mock surprise look.

"Shut up," I grumbled back, "I suppose I need to say something now or I'll never hear the end of it," I took a slow deep breath, "I think I've always had feelings for him, even before the war happened. But now that he relies on me and I spend an awful lot of time at his bedside trying to calm him down after he wakes up in a frenzy, I've found that I spend as much time with him as I can. I've found that I spend time gazing at different things in his face, like his striking blue eyes or the freckles that spread across the bridge of his nose. I find myself trying to memorize every part of his face. I've never felt this strongly about someone."

"Oh my God, you're worse than I thought," Sam gaped.

"Sam, please. Be mature," I pleaded.

"Alright, fine. Have you told him how you feel?" He questioned.

"Of course not! I am not risking our friendship if he doesn't feel the same way."

Sam rolled his eyes at me in annoyance. "Fine, what if you just came out as gay? See how he takes that. But, to be honest, he seems hella gay," he noted.

"We're from the 40s, how do I know he's not against it?"

"Not everyone in the 40s was against gay people, my dude."

"But what if he is against it?"

"You are Captain Fucking America, you take risks left and right. What's stopping you from taking this one?"

"He's one of my closest friends, I spent almost two years looking for him and now that I've found him, I don't want to lose him again. I couldn't stand to lose him again," I listed.

He glared at me and shook his head, "Trust me, man. Take the risk, I doubt he will judge you. You're his best friend just as much as he is yours. He won't judge you, just like I don't."

I didn't respond, I only leaned back again and thought about the words we had just exchanged.

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We landed at the airstrip in Berlin and made our way to the deserted road that led to the base.

"So how big is this place again?" Sam asked.

"No clue. But supposedly not too big, so I think we'll be fine. Plus, they would have sent the rest of the team with us if it was huge."

"True. Alright, lead the way Cap. What could go wrong?"

"Don't say that."

"What, why?"

"Every time someone says that, things go wrong."