One Shots

The Arm - Stucky

(a/n: lmao sorry for this)

Bucky lost his arm after the fall, and Steve tries to take care of him as best he can.
(modern day)

- fluff? angst? idk -

"Rogers?"

Steve shot up out of his seat, nodding as he walked over to the nurse. "Yeah, that me. Is he okay? Can I see him?"

"He's stable now, and yes come follow me sir. He's resting right now so you have to be quiet." The nurse smiled softly as she led Steve over to Buckys room. She opened the door, gesturing for Steve to go inside. "Press the call button if you need me." Steve nodded and she walked over to the main desk, leaving him alone by the propped open door.

Steve peered into the room and sure enough Bucky was laying down in the hospital bed, sleeping. Steve finally stepped into the room. It was silent besides the heart monitor beeping steadily and Bucky letting out soft breathes. Steve sat down on the left side of his bed and-

"Oh, Buck." Steve gasped, noticing his entire left arm gone, white bandages wrapped around his shoulder neatly.

Bucky frowned slightly at the sudden noise, slowly opening his eyes. It took a moment for his vision to clear, he had taken intense pain killer half an hour ago and they'd taken full effect on him.

"Stevie." He mumbled, turning towards Steve as he attempted to sit up.

"Woah, you need to lay down Buck. You barely got out of surgery an hour ago, you gotta rest." Steve smiled softly, running his fingers gently through Buckys greasy hair. "The nurse left some cleaning supplies here apparently. Let me clean your up a little bit, doll."

Steve began to clean Buckys face with the small wipes he'd found, kissing around Buckys face gently afterward. He grabbed the hospitals "No Rinse" shampoo, carefully cleaning Buckys hair.

"See, doesn't that feel better." Steve smiled when Bucky nodded.

"Thank you Stevie, are you going to stay the night with me? Please?"

Steve nodded in response, kissing Buckys forehead before pulling up a chair right next to the bed and sitting down. He grabbed the remote, turning on the TV and setting it to a random channel that had an old movie playing, he wasn't really paying attention. Suddenly Bucky shot up out of bed, screaming. Steve jumped, running to hit the nurses call button as Bucky continued to scream.

"Bucky? Buck what's wrong? Hey doll, what's wrong?" Steve tried to calm him down as tears streamed down Buckys face.

"My arm! Where's my fucking arm?!"

Suddenly several nurses ran into the room, rushing around him trying to calm him down until they finally had to sedate him.

- -

It was the 8th day back home with Bucky and his prosthetic had arrived. The lady that had delivered it from the hospital showed Steve how to properly put it on and off Bucky, without hurting him, as well as intrusions for cleaning it and Buckys stitches. When she left Bucky began crying, yelling at Steve to take the damned thing off of him. Once it was off Bucky fell into Steve's arms, tears staining Steve's shirt. Steve just held him while he cried.

"Hey doll, would you like to talk about it?" Steve tried once Bucky finished crying and he shrugged, sniffling as Steve gently rubbed his back.

"I just- I don't know. I don't want to accept that I don't have an arm anymore." Bucky whimpered and Steve nodded, kissing his tear stained cheeks.

"I know doll. But let's just try the prosthetic for a little, yeah? Let's see how it looks, I'll take it off the second you want me to, Buck." Steve offered and Bucky tensed, nodding cautiously.

Steve sat Bucky up, carefully putting the prosthetic back on Bucky, mumbling little apologies every time Bucky whined in pain. Once he finished putting it on he held onto Buckys flesh hand, walking him over to the body mirror in their bedroom. Bucky refused to look into the mirror, tears still rolling down his cheeks. Steve kissed gently at the back of his neck, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances into his ear until he turned to look at himself.

"See? You're so pretty, doll. So damn pretty." Steve smiled, kissing the prosthetic lovingly.

Bucky nodded, staring into the mirror. "Pretty?" he whispered, looking at the metal left arm as Steve wiped away his tears with a tissue.

"Yeah Buck, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

And Bucky believed him.

(a/n: sweet but sad? idk)