A Stucky Story

The Asset and Steve part 2

That early morning, Steve woke to hearing whimpering. He looked at the clock, 8:59 a.m. It wasn't too early, but Bucky wasn't in bed. Steve immediately became afraid he was stuck somewhere having a seizure. He jumped out of bed and listened.

"Hey where are you?" The whimpering became louder. It sounded like it was from the living room. He went to the living room and saw Bucky staring at a pair of birds. A pair of pigeons had him whimpering.

"That's why you're crying? A pair of birds?"

"Touch."

"No you can't touch the birds. Let's go fix breakfast, baby." Bucky wouldn't move from the window. Steve sighed and let him be. He wasn't bothering them and frankly it was best if he knew how to admire wildlife from a distance.

"Okay, we're going to try something a little different." It was a strawberry smoothie. Bucky wasn't too fond of this pink drink. Steve told him to try, he did. And he actually liked. Steve praised him and fixed his own food. Then the phone rang. Steve answered the phone, while Bucky drank his smoothie.

"Hey man, you've made it through day two?"

"Surprisingly, he is doing really well this morning. He's drinking a strawberry smoothie and he likes it."

"Good, he needs to expand his palate. I actually called because Fury has requested you bring him in."

"For what?"

"Rumlow keeps requesting to see him."

"I can bring him in after he finishes eating and I change him. They don't think it's a little early to bring him around people?"

"Have to start somewhere, Steve. At least he's seeing someone familiar."

"True. Give us an hour." Steve hung up, Bucky was finished with his smoothie and trying to get a small chunk of strawberry out. He got it out through the small slip and tried to swallow it.

"No, no spit that out. I should've cut that up a little more. Don't swallow it, please chew it." Bucky didn't know how to chew it, Steve cut the strawberry into a tinier piece. Bucky swallowed two pieces before he started coughing it back up.

"I'm sorry, baby. That was my fault." Bucky suddenly looked sad, he really wanted that strawberry.

"Okay, we're going to go somewhere in a few minutes, so let's get dressed please." Bucky tilted his head again, but he did lift his arms.

"You're becoming spoiled, your legs work fine." That didn't stop him from wanting to be carried. Steve picked him up, eventually Bucky was going to gain all the muscle he lost. And Steve really didn't want to carry him unless necessary.

Steve carried him to their room and changed him into a fresh diaper. Steve got a loose t-shirt and joggers and put it on him.

"Alright, have you ever brushed your teeth with Rumlow?"

"Teeth." Apparently not. Steve brought him in the bathroom.

"Can I see your teeth?" Steve lifted his lips, many of his teeth were chipped. Some were very clear and about to fall out.

"Okay, these look a little too sensitive for toothpaste, so let's do this." Steve wet a hand towel and wiped his teeth. Bucky really didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't like that it was hurting.

"Owie."

"I'm sorry, baby. It has to be done." Steve looked at the towel, it was a little bloody. He had some sort of gum disease.

"Okay, let's get going." Steve packed a gym bag full of extra clothes and diapers and juice. Better than to be over prepared than nothing when dealing with him.