Let Me Feel Again ~ Steve x Bucky

Movie Night

Sup. Okay so ummm, I don't really know, I'm supposed to say something witty but I honestly got nothin'. I suppose you all should know that I'm going to be keeping a certain character alive in this story just because I think it's dumb that they died (I mean marvel had it's reasons, licensing and all that, but it's still dumb). Anywho, you'll figure it out, but I'm not going to spoil it for funsies! Thanks for the reads and votes and I will see all you guys in the next chapter, enjoy!

Bucky POV

"Steve?" I called as I opened our door, "I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!" He called back, "I'm making dinner!"

I draped my coat over a chair and willed the membrane to cover my arm. The smells wafting from the kitchen were heavenly, so I followed them to find Steve cooking steak and vegetables on the stove. I walked up and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Smells good," I mumbled into the nape of his neck, gently kissing it after I stopped speaking.

"Glad you think so," he chuckled as he dumped the delicious smelling concoction onto a hoagy bun and topped it with cheese.

Turned out of my grip and handed me the plate, "Enjoy!" He chirped, kissing me on the nose.

I playfully glared at him and took my plate. I sat down and Steve joined me shortly after.

"So uh... you gonna tell me about your new arm?" He gestured to my arm after taking a bite.

"Pretty neat, huh?" I marveled as I willed the skin away, "it makes me feel more in control.... more me."

He took the sleek silver metal hand into his own and kissed the knuckles, "I'm glad," he replied.

I smiled and willed the skin to cover my arm again and returned to eating my dinner.

••••••••••••••
Stop! Stop it! It hurts! I screamed as the electricity arched around my eyes and hair.

The laughter of the Russian general that controlled me for so long, echoed through the blood stained cement room.

It'll never stop, soldier. This pain stays with you forever. He taunted.

I screamed as I sat up, yet again waking up Steve as he charged into the room a second later.

He rushed over and held me as I sobbed, "hey, hey it's okay. It's okay, I'm here, it's okay," he soothed, carding his fingers through my hair.

I clung helplessly to his shirt, my skin stung as I noticed the nail marks that traced up and down my flesh arm and my chest.

"Steve, it hurts. I want it to stop," I sobbed.

"I know, I know. I just don't know how to stop it," he whispered with a pained sigh.

He rocked me back and forth, lowly humming as he waited for me to calm down.

I glanced at the clock: 1:08 A.M

God dammit, why I can't I just let him sleep?! I cursed myself, knowing full well that I couldn't help it but still hating myself for it.

Minutes passed and my sobbing turned to a headache and slight whimpering.

Steve slowly disentangled himself and got up from the bed, "I'll be right back, just going to get you some water."