Rogers. (a Stucky fanfiction)

Confusion

"Dammit!" Steve shouted, burying his face in his crossed arms to muffle his scream. The half empty wine glass fell out of his shaking hands and smashed to pieces on the tile of the kitchen. Steve peeked up to look at the damage and decided it was fine where it was. He didn't deserve cleanliness. He was idiotic enough to let his best friend walk out because he was stupid enough to not believe him.

After drinking, eating and self-loathing from 7 A.M until 6 P.M, Steve forced himself into bed, managing to pull on pajama bottoms beforehand. He struggled with the covers, careful to avoid the right side of the bed, which was Bucky's side, staying on the left. Bucky liked to be up against the wall, so the bed was pushed there when they began sleeping in the same bed. Bucky's side had always been nearest the wall, which was usually the right side. Of course, Bucky wasn't aware of that anymore.

"Stop thinking about him! You abandoned him and didn't believe him!" Steve yelled. He wasn't sure who he was yelling at, his brain or his heart. Usually they were one and the same, but lately, it seemed the two were very unorganized. Probably due to the fact he never expected to see Bucky again, much less fight, regain and live with him. Maybe he was making Steve go crazy. That was it.

It had always been Bucky. Since Brooklyn it had been him. Even when Peggy was around it was Bucky. He, Steve Rogers, was in love with Bucky Barnes. The man (then boy) who took care of him from a very young age, to early adult years. The man who fought with and against him, yet never could purposely injure him physically or emotionally. The man who had just left earlier that day never to return.

Wow, Steve had screwed up. Every time something good happened to him, it was reversed. Usually he was a very positive man, but the scare of losing Bucky again pushed him too far. Anger, depression and love shook him as he drifted off to sleep, his dreams full of Bucky and simpler times.

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Morning came, and Steve turned to wake Bucky after resting for 16 hours. "Buck?" He opened his eyes. The room did not contain a certain James Barnes. Then Steve remembered the events of the previous day.

He dragged himself out of bed and dressed in his jogging clothes. It was a few hours late for his jog, but he needed to take his mind off of the situation. Since he had finished off a decent amount of Bucky's junk food stash, he decided his workout was extra-important.

An hour later he returned to the apartment, having checked everywhere Bucky could've possibly been hiding. He sighed, fumbling with the key. Once he got inside, he slammed the door and punched the wall.

"I don't wanna hire someone to fix that so stop please," a voice said with their mouth full.

"Bucky! I was such an idiot!" Steve exclaimed.

"Yeah well what's point?" Bucky questioned, taking another giant bite of his sandwich.

"I blamed you for something you didn't do and I'm sorry."

"I accept your apology, Stevie," Bucky said, putting his feet up on the kitchen table.

"I thought you were never gonna come back."

"I mean everything I said except for the me not coming back part."

Steve nodded and reached out his hand for Bucky to shake.

"What's all this handshake crap? Hug me, punk."

Steve walked over and Bucky grabbed him, pulling him close for a hug.

"Thank you," Steve said.

Bucky continued eating his sandwich and left Steve to do whatever he chose. He chose to sit next to Bucky and lean on him for the rest of the day.