A Stucky Story

The Asset and PTSD part 1

Steve was always the rock in the tiny family of his. Even though it was just him, Bucky and Harley the dog; Bucky was always feeding off his energy. So Steve tried to keep himself in check. But even with control on his emotions, he got overwhelmed and had to take time away from Bucky when he napped to let himself relax.

He learned a few breathing techniques from Bruce and it helped a lot. Maybe Bucky could learning mediating instead of trantrums. No, a two year old's attention span was little to none. He would try one thing then play with his toys.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?" Bucky pointed outside. It was a windy day, his plants were dancing in the wind.

"You want to go outside?" Bucky nodded.

"You can't. Not in this windy weather, you're still got a little pneumonia. All you be doing is making it worse." Bucky coughed a little. It's been a week since Bucky's had pneumonia. The terrible coughing was reduced to a few tiny coughs, the nebulizer had worked and was mainly used for oxygen if the coughing became too much.

"Bored." Steve will admit it hasn't been much fun being in the apartment all week and only going out to let Harley use the bathroom. And frankly, all the stuff animals the others gave him were starting to make him feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, we can go to the tower." Bucky smiled, Steve changed him and got him dressed. Steve could tell Bucky was excited to go, but if Nat and Rumlow weren't there, it wasn't going to be much fun.

"Toy?" Asked Bucky.

"Bring two." Bucky picked up Lamby and Star. They always seemed to be his main stuffed friends, while he did always play with other toys he just never brought them outside of the apartment or to sleep in bed.

"Where's your left boot?" Bucky shrugged then looked at Harley. Steve searched around her bed, no boot. This was weird, the boot was there last night. Now it was gone. Bucky got up and went in the bedroom. He sat on the bed and chewed on his necklace.

"Buck, did you take the boot?" He shook his head then slid off the bed. He went under the bed and laughed. Steve lifted the bed skirt and saw Bucky holding the boot.

"Now, how did it get under there?" Bucky laughed and came out from under the bed. Steve got the dust from his hair and tied on his boot.

"Alright, troublemaker one and two, let's go." Steve put the harness on Bucky and Harley, Steve brought them to the car.

"Daddy, that?" He pointed to an airplane.

"That is an airplane. It is like a bird, expect it is much bigger and it carries people around."

"Birdplane." Steve hoped Bucky wouldn't call Sam a plane, it would be funny. But Bucky was calling Sam every other name, expect his real name. It made him wonder what their relationship would be like if Bucky was stable. They would be best friends, probably calling each other names, but good friends.

Once they got to the tower and to the main floor, Tony, Sam, Nat and Rumlow were here.

"Papa."

"Hello, you sound a lot better." Rumlow picked him up and hugged him.

"How is he doing?" Asked Nat.

"A lot better. He still has a little cough every now and then. And sometimes he'll have a little trouble breathing, but he's as energetic as ever." Said Steve, sitting on the couch.

"We're happy that he is okay, now that you guys are here, we have to leave." Said Tony.

"For what?" Said Steve.