Stucky One Shots

Meet Me After Dark, Pt 1

Steve sat silently on his bed, throwing his legs over the side and wincing at the cold of the floor as it touched his bare skin. The kid was nothing but skin and bones, and he was always sicker than a dog. But that didn't stop him from acting the way he did. He was an outgoing and rather ornery kid. He was always getting himself into fights even with all the issues wrong with him. But he never let those things stop him. His name was Steve Grant Rogers, a kid that was never anything special but soon became a man that everyone had grown to love.

Steve walked around his room, placing his clothes on. He stretched his frail arms out with a yawn while doing so. Rubbing his itchy and tired eyes lazily as he stepped out of his room heading for the kitchen. His house was small and old and was the opposite of fancy. But it was a home, he smiled at his mother who was fixing up breakfast for the two of them. She was the only thing that he had left. No friends, family, nothing, other than her.

Steve sat at the table quietly and spoke in his weak, fragile voice, sounded that if he were to speak to loud it would break. "Morning mom." and like that she turned around with a smile on her face. "Morning Steve, how are you this morning?" "I feel rather good this morning actually." "That's good to hear dear." She added and placed the food in front of her son, running a hand through his golden locks while placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Doing this all with a smile as they ate in silence. Once finished, Steve stood up quickly, placing his plate in the sink and smile kissing his mothers cheek. "See you later mom." "Alright, Steve, Steve wait!" "What mom?" He asked turning to face her and could see the distress in the womans eyes. "What is it mom?" "Have a nice day, and make sure you don't get in any fights, for me, please?" She asked and Steve smiled with a nod. "Sure thing mom."

Weeks went by and his mom was out doing her business as a nurse and Steve broke that promise. He fought, quite often, to often for his metabolism. If he kept it up he may get hurt to the extent of death.

He stood there swaying back and forth, a warm metallic taste in his mouth as his fists were balled up and he was throwing them sloppily at his opponents. But to weak and slow to make a hit. He grunted as he was hit onto the ground again. The blows stronger and stronger each time he would try to get back up. "Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" He heard someone shout looking up with his tired dizzy eyes to see another boy. 'Shit', he thought, he figured he was in for it. He flinched when he watched the boy punch the one opponent in the jaw kicking him in the back and to the ground. "Anyone else wanna dance?" The brunette boy asked with a wild smirk painted on his face.

Everyone ran, "Let's get out of here!" Steve heard one holler and take off skidding down the dirt covered cobblestone road. Steve let out a tiring groan as he laid on his back and the boy came running over by his side. "What the hell was that about Punk!" Steve heard him ask. "Huh.." Was all Steve had said before his eyes fell shut. "Shit!" the brunette cursed under his breath panicking a bit as he scooped the frail blonde off the cold ground. He carried him in his arms only a couple blocks down to his own home. No one was there which was perfect for Steve since he was then able to help him. The young man set him on the couch racing to the restroom to grab some bandages, wound cleaner, and pain killers. Setting them on the table beside the unconscious boy as he ran back for the kitchen, grabbing some water, a bottle of booze and a wet wash cloth.

The boy ran back over, worry plastered on his face as he placed the cool towel on the blondes forehead since he was steaming up. The teen growing even more worried when he wasn't even stirring a bit. "Dammit man, wake up!" He shouted through gritted teeth, shaking him a bit and heard the blond cough and grunt. "Stop that!" Steve snapped, fluttering his blue eyes open to look at the other, and the brunettes eyes widened. "So he does live!" He started in with a chuckle, putting some peroxide on a cloth with a grin on his face. Steve furrowed his brows looking at the male as he reached towards his arm to help tend to his wound. "Who are you? Better yet, where am I?" Steve asked and the other teen let out a sigh. "Well, names James Buchanan Barnes. Where are you, you ask? Well you are in a house, better than dying on the streets if I do say so myself." The teen by the name of James added and Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Whatever, names Steve Rog- Ouch!" He hissed as James pressed the disinfectant to his open wound. "Sorry, none of my business, but why exactly were you fighting with them. I mean, you don't look exactly like you are to healthy to be fighting someone who is half of your size." He added with a smile and Steve looked him in the eyes with a sigh as he looked down at the pale boys arm and wrapped his wrist in a bandage. "Well, you don't look like the type that would help someone like me out, nor know how to simply place a bandage on a wound." Steve snapped back in defense as he pulled his arm away and James threw his hands up in defense with a smile on his face.