Avengers Oneshots

These Dumb Flowers, Steve|Stucky(part 2)

A/N: there are several endings to this oneshot, so I'm going to tell you where each ending starts and ends and all of you better be fucking grateful that I left this pretty open-ended.

Ending #1

Steve hadn't seen Bucky in weeks, which was starting to get to him. Steve was extremely worried about his close friend, with good reason.

So Steve went to the bar that Bucky did drag at to try to find him or Eugene. The blonde only found Eugene, who also hadn't seen Bucky in weeks, looking stressed out and tired.

"So, you're telling me that you haven't seen Bucky either? Fucking...fantastic!! Shit!!" Eugene yelled, slamming his hand down on his make-up stand. "Well, we're short a drag queen. Can you take Lady Winter's place, please?" 

"Sure, I just have to run home for a costume and a list of music I pulled for it." Steve replied. "What time do I have to be back?"

"An hour if you want help with your makeup, bitch. Take Mischief with you and check Bucky's house too." Eugene said, pointing at Loki, who looked like a goddess as he was already dressed.

"Okay, I will. We'll be back, Eugene." Steve said, beckoning Loki over. Loki followed Steve out of the bar and quickly made his way in front of the blonde, strutting his shit down the road as fast as he could on his way to Bucky's house, finally stopping in front of the door and knocking.

"If Bucky doesn't answer, you're breaking the door down, understand, mortal?" Loki hissed at Steve. Steve nodded, seeing the knife on Loki's leg. Five minutes passed with no answer, so Steve broke down the door and Loki strutted around the house, looking for Bucky.

Steve looked around upstairs and gasped when he found Bucky lying dead in his bed with bloodstained roses scattered around him and dried blood on his mouth. Loki came upstairs to find Steve standing completely still at the sight of Bucky's corpse.

"Oh no, Jamie, you should have told me that you had Hanahaki Disease." Loki said, before gently closing Bucky's pale eyes that were the color of the ocean after a storm. "I hope that you're in a better place now, brother, and that you're at peace." Loki murmured before covering Bucky's face with a silk handkerchief.

I stood by the bed, tears finally slipping down my cheeks as I said: "there must be a diary somewhere so we know when he died and details like that, right?"

"Yes, actually. Bucky always kept a journal. He wouldn't leave home without it because he also liked to draw in it." Loki said before opening the bedside dresser's top drawer and pulling out a worn red notebook and flipping to the back. "The last entry was two days ago, so he probably died within the past two days. The last entry also has blood and tear marks and a coffee stain on it...read it to yourself, Steven." Loki then handed the miserable blonde the book.

I'm dying. I can feel the last tickle before I cough up the remaining roses in my throat. I figured out who's the reason I'm dying from Hanahaki Disease. He's probably gonna be dumbfounded when he reads this, if he reads this. Apparently I'm in love with Steve Rogers, that awkward blonde man I went on a blind date with two weeks ago. Not that I'd mind being with him. He's a nice guy. But it's too late I guess, so I'm going to bed so people can wonder what happened to me and if I actually died from Hanahaki Disease. Signing off forever, James Buchanen Barnes.

End of ending #1

Ending #2*Bucky*

I don't actually want to die. I don't think anyone does, really. I found out what I had, the Hanahaki Disease, as it's called. I also found out that it's becoming more and more common, so there is a surgery I could get to remove the flowers, at a price: I won't have any emotion ever again.

So I decided I would get it, so I could stay around longer. So I won't have to leave Eugene and Loki, my chosen family. I got that I wouldn't be the same ever again, but I think it's better than them having to pay for a funeral service. And Steve-oh Steve...he's the person I fell for...he's the reason I'm coughing up flowers and blood...he's the reason I'm dying! I have every reason to hate him! But... I can't... I can't bring myself to hate him.

So, I wander into the clinic for the surgery that I scheduled. The doctors looked at me like: "I didn't think you would actually show up on time.", causing me to scowl at all of them. They hurriedly rushed me into a room and started the surgery to remove the flowers.

After the surgery, I walked right past Steve without smiling or acknowledging him, causing Steve to look back at me in confusion as he spluttered and blushed.

End of ending #2

Ending #3*Bucky*

Steve watched me perform a lip-sync drag show with Cheyenne Pepper, Lady Mischief, Mayhem Miller, and a few other queens who were new to our area. I felt amazing as I strutted around the catwalks, feeling more alive than ever before and feeling like I was a part of the music. Steve held out money for Mayhem, my drag grandmother, as a thanks for getting my drag mother into drag.

Suddenly Steve started coughing and I worked my way over to see what was wrong, feeling the petals of another rose in my throat. Steve spat out a peony into his hand when I stood next to him, ready to decend to the floor for that part of the dance.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked him, earning a nod as I slid off the edge of the catwalk, causing the crowd to part as I danced with more energy, knowing that the old catwalk wouldn't collapse under my feet anymore.

At one in the morning, most of the people at the bar were cleared out and I had a huge bucket of money. I coughed up the rose that I tried not to cough up on stage into my ungloved hand and put it away in my dressing room with the bucket after putting the money into a purse.

"C'mon, Stevie, it's time to go get us some food and go home." I said, putting my day clothes in his backpack. Steve nodded, smiling a little and wiping my lower lip. "What are you doing?"

"You had blood on your lip. Did you cough up a flower too?" He teased as we got into my car.

"Yes, I coughed up a flower, isn't that kinda obvious?" I snapped, silencing Steve. Poor Steve gave me a shocked look from the backseat of my car as I revved the engine and drove down the road.

"Who are you in love with that causes you to cough up flowers?" Steve asked quietly.

"You, ya dumbass." I huffed, slightly angry at him.

"Awww, I love you too." Steve muttered softly, causing me to hit the breaks and turn around in my seat.

"Are you serious? Are you really in love with me?" I asked, trying not to slap him, because of course that's my first reaction. Steve kissed me, holding my hands so I didn't hit him. I kissed back, not caring if my makeup smeared. Suddenly my chest felt lighter than it had in a week and I didn't feel the rose petals tickling my throat.

End of ending #3

A/N: can you tell which one is my favorite? I'll give you a hint: it has a happier ending than the others. Which one was your favorite ending?