Stucky One Shots

Anniversary

It was Steve and Bucky’s one year anniversary. They were going to meet up at 5 o’clock and Steve had everything planned.

It was just about 4:30 and Steve was leaving for the location. He had thought of the sweetest ideas. He had a picnic with all of Bucky’s favorite food, games to play, flowers, and everything.

He hummed to the radio in his car on the way there. Recently Steve had been picking up the small details in everything. Especially in songs. It’s kind of been a calming mechanism to help with his anxiety. Bucky taught him to listen.
He hears the bass and the background sounds in the song and focuses on that. He’s just so nervous. Everytime he remembers the tiny specks of ice blue in Bucky’s eyes or the melody of Bucky’s husky voice, he just gets so anxious.

Finally Steve reached the destination. He walked to Bucky and set up the picnic. He got out the wine, the plums, the sandwiches, the candles, and placed his flowers next to Bucky. It really did look beautiful.

While eating Steve was growing more and more anxious and was fidgeting so he grabbed out some cards. He suggested that they play war. That was one of Bucky’s favorite games since it was easy and took no skill at all.

Even though it was Bucky’s favorite game Steve was still winning.

While Steve was sitting there playing war with Bucky, Natasha showed up.

“Hey hun,” She says squatting down by Steve. She takes a good look at Steve and notices the dark purple bags under his eyes and the red marks on his cheeks, “when was the last time you got proper sleep.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. Could you leave us now. We want to be alone.”

“Okay Steve,” She sighs kissing his temple, “I’ll see you back at home.”

Nat left the two in peace.

Steve suggested that they watch the sunset since the scenery was really beautiful.

They laid down next to each other. Steve used his elbows to prop himself up to get a good view of the sunset. They say there in silence. Steve was focusing on the colors and the blending of them.

It was bold and vibrant and beautiful. The sun was glowing so vibrantly. It was crisp circle in the bloody sky.

After the sun set behind the hills, Steve sat up.

“Now what do you wanna do, Buck?” He asked

SILENCE

“That’s a great idea Bucky!!!” Steve exclaimed, “So we’ll play, Dark Dance!” (*)

SILENCE

“I’ll go first,” Steve says thinking, “I guess one thing that scares me deeply or something I hate is…”

SILENCE

“...is…is...is- I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” Steve screams

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME!” Steve cries falling against the headstone, “You promised till the end of the line…”

Steve was breaking down. Tears were pouring from his eyes as he held the headstone as close as he could to his body.

His face was tear streaked; blotchy with redness. He has been like this for the past two weeks.

Two weeks ago Bucky was out on the street coming home from grocery shopping. People were finally letting him be seen as a new person. People were no longer seeing him as a villain. Well almost everyone.

As he turned a corner he was shot three times in his upper abdomen. It was fatal, and he knew it, so he called Steve. As he was lying on the ground, bleeding out, he talked to Steve. He asked how Steve’s day was and just talked. With one of his last breaths he told Steve how much he loved him and hung up.
That was the end of Bucky. Steve found out an hour after the call. The look on his face would have made anyone heartbroken.

His husband. His lover. His best friend… was gone.

Forever...

A/N:Hey… sorry for the wait and the fact that this is on the sadder side. If you want to know the story just read “Goodbye Able” in my Tags book. Long Story short… a friend of mine passed away. I just really am not okay at the moment but I refuse to let you guys  down since so many of you make me smile. Also Happy St.Patty’s day!

(*)Dark dance- The idea of this game is to hang out with each other while imagining something that scares you deeply, or something you hate, in the room with you. Start by just sitting near each other and separately imagining these dark things.