A Stucky Story

The Asset and The Bully

Steve didn't like bullies, that was a well known fact. That was pretty much the whole reason he became Captain America. Being a kid who was barely a hundred soaking wet and with a list of medical issues, Steve knew what it was like being picked on. But he always had Bucky to come save him. He didn't know how, but Bucky always seemed to be in the right place when he was getting beat up.

But now that they were in a time where things were so different, Steve couldn't help but notice that bullying was getting worse. Now people could go online and say awful things about a person, who does that? Steve didn't know how to use the Internet but he still hated it.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"Bored."

"What do you want to do?" Bucky looked outside. It had been raining for a few days and Bucky had been tired of the sky crying so much. Today, it seemed like a nice day for a picnic. Bucky had a lot of energy and Steve was sore from being Bucky's wrestling buddy. Bucky was surprisingly stronger than he thought.

"How about a picnic in the park?" Bucky nodded, he didn't remember what a picnic was but he did like going to the park.

"Okay, I'll fix some soup."

"Doggy?"

"I'll bring some of Harley's food and a few of her toys. Can you go sit on the couch?" Steve got up and fixed chicken soup. Bucky sat on the couch till then. It had been a rough start to day, Paw Patrol wasn't on TV and his tablet wasn't working. Which sent him into a tantrum. Steve had to call Tony so he could talk to him through the issue. It was apparently a virus and an update which would take a few hours to clear up. So until then, there was no tablet. There was no Paw Patrol. Bucky hated not having his tablet.

Steve could see that Bucky was upset from the lost of the tablet, so he had entertain Bucky until the food was ready. And being a wrestling partner was not an option until his back wasn't sore.

"Do you want to help cook, Buck?" Said Steve. Bucky got up and went to the kitchen.

"Here, you can stir the pot." Steve handed him a wooden spoon. Bucky tried to stir the pot, he really did but it was boring.

"No."

"No more? You are a tough person to please today. Try a piece of chicken." Steve handed a piece of chicken, Bucky sucked on it. It was good, he sat on the floor with his legs crossed and finished gnawing on the chicken. Harley sat in front of him and sniffed the chicken that was in his hand. Bucky offered her the chicken.

"No, no. That's your piece. Harley gets her own. There you go, sweet girl." Steve gave Harley a piece of chicken. Bucky frowned a little then coughed up a little. Steve gave him his milk and finished cooking the soup. Steve also cooked some rice in case Bucky wanted something else to absorb the broth.

"Alright food is done, can you go get a big towel from the closet?"

"No."

"Why no? Are you being stubborn?"

"No."

"That sound like stubbornness to me. Please, go get that towel." Bucky got up, dragging his feet.

"Two years olds." Steve mumbled. Bucky came back with a large towel.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" Bucky sat back on the floor and moaned. Harley sat on his legs and licked his hand.

"Oh, Buck." Steve sat by Bucky and rubbed his leg while he was going through the seizure. Bucky continued to stare up at the ceiling, his eyes were twitching and his metal arm was moving.