Avengers Oneshots

Screw-up|Stucky

A/N: Time to be the useless Stucky-shipping human I am. Here's an alternate version of the final time-travelling scene in Avengers Endgame. Fun shit. We switch point of views multiple times.

Modern Steve 

I stood, watching my best friend, Bucky, from my position on the time machine. Bucky looked worried and Sam looked confident that I would come back. Bruce started the machine up and I disappeared from present day.

I arrived in Bucky's familiar old bedroom. The room was just as chilly as I remembered, causing me to smile with nostalgia for my old life. I wandered out into the living room and picked up a framed picture of my mother back when she was still alive.

I heard the door open and I put the picture back as footsteps approached me.

"Welcome home, Buck."

40s Steve

I got taken off of my bed by what seemed to be the air and Bucky's room disappeared, leaving me outside. Someone that looked exactly like Bucky stood next to a black man and a green giant.

"Stevie?" Bucky's lookalike asked. "Are ya okay, pal?"

"Uh. Uh. Buck?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, that's me." He replied, holding out his right hand to help me up. I refused to use the help and stood up by myself. Bucky took off his coat and put it on my shoulders.

40s Bucky

I walked into the house Steve and I shared to find a tall, muscular figure standing in front of the mantle-piece, holding a framed picture. I grab my baseball bat that I always leave by the door and approached him slowly, holding it up.

"Welcome home, Buck." The man said softly, putting the pictures back. I lowered the bat as he turned around.

"Steve?" I asked hesitantly, feeling like I missed something. Steve was much thinner and was close to dying from a fever last night.

"That's me. Don't wear my name out, jerk." Steve said, giving me his teasing smile as he said the last word. I gave him a hesitant smile, knowing that was in Steve's nature.

Modern Bucky

Well. Steve screwed up badly. He let his past self get sucked into the portal and now the little punk is shivering next to me in my coat with a few bandages plastered to his face as he drew on a piece of paper that I gave him.

The thinner version of Steve looked at me carefully. I stared steadily back, messing with the rivets of my metal arm which still had chocolate from the Girl Scout cookies in them.

"You really are Bucky, aren't you?" Steve asked, looking sad. I smiled with melancholy, nodding slowly. "So does that mean you come back from the war?"

"Not in the way you hoped." I replied, flexing my metal arm slightly. Steve gently touched my arm with his thin hand to keep me calmer than I was gonna be in a second.

"I'll protect you, Buck." Steve said, hugging me from the side. I smiled, gently hugging him back.

Modern Steve

Bucky watched me through a hard squint as I changed clothes and wandered back into the kitchen. I sat at the table with a book in my hand, ready to answer all of his questions. Half an hour later:

"So...you're tellin' me that you're from th' future and that you might have "accidentally" swapped with my Stevie?" Bucky said, still sounding suspicious as all hell. I nodded, feeling slightly ashamed with myself as I looked down at my feet. Suddenly I felt a hand under my chin. I looked up to see Bucky looking sympathetic. "It's okay. The future might be better for the little Steve to live in. Got that, my little punk?"

I smiled, feeling my face flush. "Yes, ya jerk." I replied.

"By the way, doll, you're fine as hell, ya know that?" Bucky flirted with me, his cheeks tinged with pink. I smiled.

"Yeah, I do." I said sassily.

40s Steve

Bucky told me that we were in modern day Brooklyn, New York. I didn't believe him until he showed me what he called a "cell phone" and showed me the date. I was surprised.

"Where's all the flying cars then?" I asked, glancing at the road.

"Never got outta th' lab." Bucky replied. "The one we saw at the Stark Expo is still around though if ya wanna see it."

"Never mind seeing it, I wanna drive it." I said, grinning up at him from his lap.

"Oh no, ya punk. That ain't happening. You'd be a hazard to society." Bucky said, wrapping me in his arms to keep me from escaping.

"Awwww..." I pouted at him.

"I love you dearly, but no." Bucky grunted.

40s Bucky

"Hey Steve, what if I told you I love you?" I asked from in the blanket fort.

"I would say: 'I love you too, baby'" Steve replied from in the couch portion of the fort.

"Aw, that's cute." I squealed. Steve rolled until he was next to me. "I love you, Stevie." I said to him. He kissed me softly.

"I love you too, baby."

"My little punk turned out sweet, didn't he?" I said, cupping his face in my hands. Steve smiled happily.

Modern Bucky

During the night, Steve crawled into my bed with me and I let him. He was the cutest little thing as he snuggled into me. I drifted back asleep.

Midway through the night, I had the rare nightmare again, causing me to wake up with my heart pounding in my throat and my breathing sped up to the point where I was breathing heavily.

Steve was awake in record time to comfort me. He took my head in his cold little hands rested it on his bony shoulder before hugging me loosely and rubbing my back to calm me down.

"Breathe, Buck, breathe. It's okay, no one's gonna hurt you. You're safe because I'm here to protect you, I promise. I'm with you till the end of the line and I'll love you for the rest of my life." Steve whispered his sweet promises and reassurances into my ears.

When I calmed down, I whispered: "I love you too, Stevie."

A/N: I was inspired by these two pictures:

And really, can you blame me? They look sweet.