Avengers Oneshots

"Thin"|Stucky

A/N: Alright, hello again, demons. It's me, ya boi. This was one inspired by a story that was told on YouTube and Reddit but I put my own spin on it. It's a story about an Anemic Post Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes and a Healthy Skinny Steve Rogers. *WARNING: BEWARE OF BITCHY ENTITLED MOTHER*

"Wanna go out for lunch, Buck?" Steve asked me softly out of nowhere, startling me slightly.

"Uh...are you sure that's a good idea, Steve?" I asked in response. "They've seen my face in the papers and know what I've done..."

"But they've forgiven and forgotten, babe, I promise. Tony made sure of that, Buck, because he knows how sweet you can be. He assured the public that you weren't in your right mind." Steve reassured me, squeezing my hands. I nodded nervously before retrieving my bag, jacket, and hat. Steve pulled on a sweater and a jacket before waiting patiently at the door.

"Bye Sam!" Steve and I called before opening the door.

"Bye Bucket, Steve." Sam replied from the couch where he was playing Mariokart. We exited the apartment and breathed in the cool Autumn air. We wandered off to the MacDonalds because Steve wanted something cheap but delicious, not that I'd know how it tastes...

Steve ordered his meal before we walked back to our booth in the corner of the restaurant, where Steve helped me put my feeding tube in. Once the tube was in, I put my Captain America mask on over it and pulled my bag onto my lap so I could hide the whole tube. I have to admit, I'm self conscious.

Steve's food came and he dug in, casually talking to me in between bites. I was glad that Steve was finally healthy, but to be honest, we basically swapped roles.

I have a metal arm, anemia, and a few mental illnesses and that's not even including all the scars I've collected. I'm the sick one now. Not that Steve gives a shit whether I'm sick or not. He will love me anyway.

A mom and her son marched into the MacDonalds, walking up to the counter. While the mom was ordering, her son looked in my direction before walking over.

"I like your mask. Can I have it?" He asked.

"U-uh..." I stammered. Steve gaped at the boy.

"Dude! You don't just walk up to strangers and ask for an article of clothing off their body! You don't know what they need to cover!" Steve exclaimed after snapping out of his stupor.

"Why not?" The kid whined.

"K-kiddo, I r-really d-don't wanna give y-you this mask. It's mine and I'm sick. I-I wear it t-to k-keep my germs from spreading." I lied, somewhat confidently. "I breathe into it. You don't wanna breathe my air, I promise."

"I don't care! GIMME!" The kid screeched. At this point, his mother waltzed over to our table and asked what the problem was.

"Your son is trying to take Bucky's mask!" Steve exclaimed.

"Well Bucky's too old for that mask anyway, boy." The mother said.

"I'm older than you!" Steve screeched. "Bucky and I are 100 years old! Try it again young lady, I will tell you about shit that went down in the forties."

"What are you? Captain America or some shit?" She sneered.

"Actually yes, I am Captain America." Steve said, pulling his shield out of his bag. "Go away. I don't want to hurt you."

"Stevie, please put the shield away." I mumbled, pulling out my knife and putting it on the table as I searched through my bag for my book.

The mom snatched my mask while my hands were busy, causing my right hand to fly to my face to cover up my feeding tube and my left hand to grab my knife.

I pointed the knife at her throat, angry and scared.

Tears spilled down my cheeks and I started threatening her in Russian.

She slipped the mask onto her son's face and ushered him away. The mask fell off his face a moment later and he scrambled to put it back on.

An employee walked up to us a minute later, looking worried and a little scared.

"Hey guys, what's going on? Sir, please put the knife away. Explain what happened so I can handle it." The employee addressed us.

"He's trying to take my son's mask!" The mom screeched. I sank down into my seat in the booth, slipping my knife into its sheath. I must've still been crying a little bit because Steve slid closer to me.

"And what's your side of the story?" The employee asked.

"Sir, my boyfriend has had an eating disorder for a while now so I made a mask to cover his feeding tube whenever we were in public. He's very self conscious about it, so he doesn't feel comfortable using his tube without his mask over it. Guess what? The mask this bitch claims is her son's is actually Bucky's and the kid is wearing it right now, even if it's too big." Steve explained. The employee nodded sympathetically.

"I BET HE'S FAKING!" The mom screamed before ripping out my feeding tube. It hurt a lot and since it wasn't clipped shut, I choked on the contents and Steve had to clip it shut before I choked to death.

As I recovered, Steve took to scolding the mom profusely, saying that what she did could've killed me.

"But he's still alive, idiot, he obviously doesn't need a feeding tube." The bitch said, seeing that I was breathing correctly again.

"And you don't need your voice because you obviously work just fine without one." I snapped back, done with hearing her voice. "Give my mask back! My boyfriend made it for me! It's one of a kind!" I ordered, fresh tears slipping down my cheeks. The employee handed me a tissue and shooed the mom away before slipping into the back room.

He came back a moment later as a police cruiser pulled up. When the police officers came in, he pointed to the mom's table and gave the pair of policewomen a quick yet effective rundown of what happened.

I sniffled a little, trying to stop crying. One of the policewomen walked up, handing me my mask.

"How bad did she hurt you sir?"

"I choked on the contents of my feeding tube as she yanked it out. She stole the mask off my face. I was scared and I could've died. Are you kidding me?" I asked, looking up at her.

"I'm sorry she did that sir. Do you want to press charges?"

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

"Okay, we'll press charges against her. Hey, by the way, are you Bucky Barnes?" The policewoman asked, causing my stomach to drop.

"It depends, who's asking?" I said coldly.

"Whoa whoa, sir, I'm just a big fan of Bucky. I'm just like him." She said, pulling up her left sleeve to reveal a prosthetic. "Granted, I didn't get it like he did, but still...he's been my hero for a few months now."

"Well... I am Bucky Barnes, ma'am."

"W-wow, I'm Chrissy, sir. It's an honor to finally meet you." She said, offering her prosthetic arm for me to shake. I took my glove off and we shook hands.

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"You made that policewoman's day, Buck. She was so happy." Steve praised me, holding my left hand and kissing my knuckles.

"Are you indirectly asking me to fuck you into the couch, doll...? Not tonight."

"Aw, but Bucky..."

"No. It's been a long day. Sleep first, fuck later."

A/N: Alrighty then, sorry for any mistakes. I did my best.