A Stucky Story

The Asset's Birthday Part 2

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Bucky. Happy birthday to you." Sang The Howling Commandos.

"Aw, thanks guys." Said Bucky. He was just turning twenty-eight. They didn't have a cake or anything special, just a few beers. Steve was the one who asked the Commandos to sing to Bucky, even though he asked them not to. But it felt nice for there to be a little tension released.

Little did anyone know it was going to be his last birthday.

Steve woke up from the memory with tears falling from his eyes. Despite the fall being so long ago, it haunted him every year; every day that he couldn't reach an inch closer to Bucky's hand. Every year on Bucky's birthday since Steve woke up from ice, he silently sang happy birthday to Bucky in hopes that he would hear him in heaven.

But Bucky wasn't dead. He suffered decades of abuse. Steve was sure nobody at Hydra dared to even tell Bucky that he had a birthday. March 10th just became another day to him.

Until now.

Steve looked over at Bucky, still sleeping. He would be asleep for a while. Just enough time for Steve to make sure everything was okay downstairs. Harley jumped up on the bed in his place and snuggled with Bucky. Steve snuck out and went downstairs.

The main area looked amazing, everything was Paw Patrol themed. Everyone had on firefighter hats or police hats. There was a happy birthday sign hanging from the ceiling, all the presents were stacked on the table. There was a chair next to window labeled for the king with a crown.

"So did we do good?" Asked Sam.

"That's for Bucky to decided, but I say he's going to love it." Said Steve.

"Is he still asleep?" Asked Sam.

"Yeah, he should be up in a few minutes."

"Good, you start him a birthday breakfast. We're waiting on Clint and his crew and Thor to be here."

"What about Loki?"

"Haven't heard anything, sorry Steve." Steve sighed. It would hurt to see Bucky's reaction when he realize Loki wasn't there. He didn't want to ruin his birthday. Steve went back up to his floor, Bucky was just waking up.

"Good morning, sweet boy. It's finally your birthday."

"Birth. Day. Me."

"That's right. It's day all about you. I'm going to fix your favorite breakfast."

"Eggs?"

"Yeah, eggs and rice." Said Steve changing him. Bucky started to chew on his fingers and stare at the ceiling.

"Everything alright?" Asked Steve. Bucky wasn't responding, Steve followed his gaze; nothing was on the ceiling. The fan was off.

"Hey, Bucky?" Steve touched his face, Bucky wasn't twitching or anything, so it wasn't a seizure. But Bucky doesn't usually stare off like that. After a second, Bucky looked at him then smiled.

"You okay, you zoned out, you ready to go eat?" Bucky nodded and followed him to the main area. Steve fixed a bowl for him and left a few blueberries on the side.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Doggy, day?"

"When is Harley's birthday?" Bucky nodded. Steve wasn't sure how to answer that, all he knew was Harley was two years old. "I'm not sure, but how about this weekend or next week we go to the pet store and she can pick out a toy?" Bucky nodded then tried to get up, the waist belt was still there.