A Stucky Story

The Asset Gets Lost

Bucky hated thunder and lightning. He had every reason to be afraid of electricity and the sound of thunder so they never left home when it rained. But when school started, Steve knew he couldn't keep Bucky home because it was raining. So he talked to Ms. Lisa about Bucky's fear and she allowed only under severe thunderstorms that Bucky could learn from home. Steve hoped the day wouldn't come when storms got too bad. But fate wasn't something he could change.

Early Wednesday morning, Bucky finished his breakfast and laid on the couch while Steve packed his lunch.

"Bucky, do you want applesauce or yogurt today?"

"Apple." Bucky got off the couch and went to sit by the porch door. It was windy today and there was a lot clouds in the sky but it was still so blue out.

"Okay buddy, shoes on then we can go." Steve tied on his boots then packed his bookbag. Bucky sat on the floor and stared at the wall.

"What are you doing?" Bucky looked at him, Steve saw his eyes twitching and he was chewing. Harley laid on his legs and licked his hand. It was the second seizure of the week. Steve brought Bucky to Bruce after they left Rumlow. Bruce told him that Bucky might seize more for a few days but getting a day's medication late wouldn't cause a major relapse. Steve was happy that Bucky was okay, but also had another reason to yell at Rumlow again.

Bucky took a deep breath and tried to chew on his fingers.

"No, your hands are yucky. You okay?" Bucky looked at him then at Harley. This was also becoming frequent, the amount of time Bucky was unresponsive from the seizures was growing.

"Bucky, you okay?" Bucky looked at him then smiled. "Hey, you back with me?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go wash your hands." Steve helped him up then went to the kitchen. Bucky washed his hands then got his book bag on. They went downstairs to the garage and left. When they arrived, Bucky went to his room while Steve signed him in.

"Good morning, Mr. Rogers." Greeted Ms. Lisa.

"Good morning, how are you?"

"Just fine. Did Bucky tell you what we're learning today?"

"No he didn't."

"We are going to start writing his name."

"Oh good."

"Is he left handed or right handed?"

"Um, he used to be right handed, but I'm not sure which hand he would use to write now since they forced him to use his left a lot."

"So if I asked him to hold a knife in one hand, where do you think it'll go?"

"From experience, he uses both but try his right. I think he somewhat understands his left arm is for extra power." Steve shuddered when he remembered that final fight. It wasn't something he wanted to happen again.

"Okay, we'll try his right. I think that's better so he can feel a pencil."

"Right. Bucky, I'm going to go." Bucky got up and hugged him. This was getting better, he wasn't getting so upset that Steve was leaving anymore. Occasionally, there would be days Bucky would throw a fit about him leaving but those were days Bucky woke up in a bad mood or was asking for attention.

"Alright, Buck, I love you. Be good."

"Love daddy." Steve kissed his head then left. While Bucky was getting better at being at school, Steve was getting better slowly about finding something to do while he was gone. He exercised more, he planned exercise routines for Winter and he talked to a therapist. It was helping tremendously with his constant anxiety about something happening to Bucky and the fear that he wasn't helping Bucky enough. But she always assured him that the smile on Bucky's face meant he was doing good.