Next To Me // A Stucky Au

Chapter Twenty-Five

They only had three days off before they had to go back to doing concerts (it''s not that Bucky didn't like concerts, he loved them, he just missed Steve when he went away), and Bucky planned to spend every chance he got with Steve.

He only had three days, so they he decided to do something fun. Of course, they invited the rest of the team, Laura and Peter included. So, on the middle day of their time off, they all headed to Coney Island.

Bucky has been to Coney Island quite a few times before, and he knew everyone else had as well, but Coney Island was just one of those things you didn't really get tired of.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining,  and they walked through the theme park happily, glad that summer had actually decided to show itself at last. Bucky has already gotten a tan, and Steve was definitely appreciating it. He honestly didn't think his boyfriend could get any hotter, but, yet again, he was proven wrong.

They were all feeling a bit windswept, seeing as they had just gotten off of the Parachute Jump. Laura, Peter and Bucky were all looking slightly green and queasy, but everyone else seemed fine. Peggy and Nat has jumped out completely unfazed, Nat acting professional, like she'd done this two many times before, and not just at Coney Island. Steve was pretty sure that Peggy couldn't be phased by anything, if someone aimed a gun at her she would probably hardly even blink. Steve, Sam and Clint, however, loved it. Clint had always loved heights, and the ride was exactly the sort of thing he liked. Steve had never been afraid of heights like everyone else was, and instead of hating the fear of falling, he loved it. Sam acted like he was flying as he went down, and Steve could easily imagine that he had a pair of wings on his back. I'll have to draw that later, Steve thought to himself.

The fear had worn off everyone from the ride, and just the the exhilaration was left. They all seemed to bounce around,  the adrenaline acting almost like caffeine, especially to Peter, who seemed to jump miles high with every step he took.

"Hey, let's go on the Cyclone!" Sam yelled, a huge smile on his face. He got a lot of exited shouts in agreement, and they all started heading towards where the  huge rollercoaster was.

Steve, on the other hand, had gone deathly pale. He felt like he was going to throw up. Luckily, Bucky noticed and headed over.

"You all good there, Stevie?" asked Bucky, concerned. Steve didn't trust himself enough to open his mouth and not throw up, so he just nodded weakly. He tried to hide the fact that he was starting to shake, but Bucky easily read through his act. "Are you sayin' you loved to jump off a 76 meter tall tower, but you're scared to go on a rollercoaster?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Steve nodded, but only slightly enough for Bucky to see. "Come on," he said, smiling and wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders, "it'll be fine."

Steve tried his best to believe that as they headed towards the white and red rollercoaster, but his brain was still screaming at him to run. Luckily for him, the queue wasn't too long, which gave Steve less time to regret this then he already had. They got on, Steve squished in a train with Bucky, and it set off.

Steve loved it. He felt like he was flying. Or riding a dragon. Or both. He squealed in delight as the rollercoaster flung them about, and he could hear Bucky laughing beside him. Maybe he still clung onto the bar that had secured them in a bit more tight then necessary, but he still loved it.

When they got off, Steve promptly ran over to a bin and threw up. He had never been to good with moving very fast, or for a long time, and he oftenly got travel sickness when he was in the car for a long time. The rest of the team ran after him, concerned, they knew how scared he was beforehand. He heard a lot of 'Steve, are you ok?'s, and 'oh my god, are you alright?'s. He turned around and grinned.

"Let's do that again!"

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Steve and Bucky found themselves roaming around the streets. The sun didn't set until quite late in July, and the last of the evening's light had just disappeared behind the horizon. The street lamps, however, still flooded the roads with light, and the warmth from the sun still remained.

After they had all gone to Coney Island, the team had split up. Bucky suspected that Clint and Laura had gone on a little date night like theirs, although maybe a bit more posh then just walking around the familiar streets and going wherever they felt. He didn't have a clue what anyone else was doing, for all he knew they could be with the penguins in the zoo. Or Nat could be trying (and succeeding) to get into the vents at their studio. Again.

Steve was taking him somewhere, and Bucky was following happily behind him. Soon enough, they were there. Steve dragged him inside the gay bar, which had giant pride flags hanging on the outside of it, there would be no mistaking it for a regular bar. The lights where low and flashing, so Bucky decided to take off his glasses, seeing as no one could properly see his face anyway.

They talked for a bit, sang along to some of the songs playing out of the speakers, and just overall had a good time. Bucky excused himself, needing to go to the toilet. When he got back, however, Steve was not there. He looked around the bar, wondering where Steve could've wandered off to, but after a minute he realized he couldn't see Steve anywhere. He looked around more worriedly now, desparate to catch a glimpse of Steve's face.

After a minute or so, he did. He saw Steve through one of the tiny windows that looked into a dead-end alley that ran down the side of the building. It had been mostly covered up by posters and notices, but you could still see out of it. Bucky rushed out to the alley, where he saw Steve slowly retreating down it, to big, burly men blocking his way out.

"I said, leave them alone!" Steve yelled at the men, his voice sounding tinny and small in the dark alley. The men just laughed. There was blood streaming down his face already, Bucky didn't want to imagine what it would look like if they punched him again.

Bucky dragged them away from Steve. "Go pick on someone your own size!" He yelled at them as he easily blocked a punch being thrown at him. The men scampered off once they realized if they fought, they would be beaten.

"I had 'em on ropes," Steve said, as Bucky approached him.

"Sure you did,"

"It's just, there were these two girls- I can't let them get away with beating them up!" He said angrily.

"You know, sometimes I think you like getting punched," Bucky said, laughing, and Steve started spluttering in protest. Bucky ignored him and put an arm round his shoulders. "Come on, let's get you home."

A/n: look at this, I had no clue what to do and I wrote 1250 words!!!! Anyway, I wrote the first half while 'watching' the grand tour with my dad so sorry if there are any weird random words in it. Byeeeeee