Pre-war Stucky Oneshots *uwu*

A merry little christmas

It was the 25th of December. Bucky didn't dream anything this night, a very rare occasion but he wasn't mad about it, not at all. Always when he had dreams they were the worst nightmares. Dreams brought him nothing more than that anyways. Him hurting people, him being a cruel, heartless monster...him forgetting again, being lost, without knowing who he was. Forgetting again was his biggest fear. He tried hard not to think about it as he noticed his breath getting faster. With a deep breath out he told himself to just be grateful for not having any nightmares this time. He sat up and took a look to the place next to him. Steve was lying on the other bedside, peacefully as ever, face still buried deeply into the soft pillow. It sent a kind of calmness and endurance through Buckys body. It felt good to know that somebody was there for him.

Behind Steve, outside the big window everything was covered in snow. It must've snowed the whole night through and probably only stopped recently. It was beautiful. Bucky remembered that he also had thought so back then. Suddenly the radio went on and Bucky winced. The blinking numbers showed that it was exactly 8am. „Stupid Rogers, still has an alarm to go jogging in this weather", Bucky thought with a little smile. Steve slowly opened his eyes by the sound of the radio and as soon as he saw Bucky already sitting next to him, a smile flashed at his lips. „Mornin' Buck", he said, his morning voice still rough. „You sleep well?", he asked.

„It was fine", Bucky answered, not lying this time. Steve nodded. He couldn't even say how happy he was that Bucky didn't wake up from nightmares so often anymore. The only reason why Steve had started sharing a bed with Bucky in the first place, was that he was so worried about his friend and wanted to be there and comfort him if anything happened, or at least he had said that this was the only reason. The smile didn't leave his face anymore and he too sat up, talking about the weather or something. Bucky couldn't really focus on it anymore, because in that exact moment a song came on the radio. And with this Song came memories. They came over Bucky as it happened sometimes, this was one of the not so flashy and overwhelming ones. It came rather slow and comforting, like remembering an old fairytale you loved as a child.

How beautiful Brooklyn had looked. The streets covered in snow under the lampposts. A cold breeze blowing in the air and through every open door inside the warm buildings. It was beautiful but the worst. If it hadn't been for Steve, Bucky would've loved the winter, but he just couldn't. „It's not that bad, Buck. I can stay just go and play with the others", Steve had told him he doesn't even know how often when they were kids. But Bucky never wanted to go. What was a snowball fight if he knew that meanwhile Steve was almost dying of a simple cough in his room? The worry never left him, not one single winter, not even now that they were grown ups. Steve would wheeze one time and memories of a looking one cough away from dying Steve and Bucky desperately praying by his bedside, would come to him.
He never prayed, really. His family wasn't really religious but oh lord, Bucky would've prayed to anyone if it just meant that Steve Rogers would live. And for some reason that punk always made it.

It was the 24th of December, Christmas Eve. Steve and Bucky were as so often walking on the rather lonely streets, closer and closer to their apartment. Steve constantly rubbed his pale hands together to get at least a bit warmth into them and even tho his gloves were full of holes, he refused to let Bucky buy him new ones. „No Christmas presents", he had made Bucky promise. They weren't particularly the poorest, but this year just hadn't been the best for them and after a more or less long discussion they decided to spend as little money as possible for Christmas. A lot of it had gone into the presents for Buckys family anyways.

Steve loved Buckys family and they loved Steve just as much. Ever since Stave can remember he had loved their household, it was loud and full of laughter and fights and people. The exact opposite of his and his Ma's home. It was also where they were coming from right now. It'd been two years now since Sarah passed away, last year it'd been way harder for Steve. He had never thought that after the most important person in his life died, he ever could experience happiness again. Now he realized that that's what Sarah would have wanted. He still thought of her so very often of course, but most of the time he tried to do it with a smile on his lips, she'd always told him how brave he was.