Holdin' On (Assorted Stucky One-Shots)

Lazy Days

Setting: Nighttime, Int. Steve and Bucky's Apartment 

Note: Post-Serum

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Bucky is lounging on the couch, watching old show re-runs when he hears a sharp knock on the door. He jolts upright, his hand instantly reaching for the knife he keeps on him. Narrowing his eyes, the brunette edges toward the door. His hand curls around the door knob. He can hear the person on the other side panting. He opens the door slightly, just enough for him to peer out. 

His jaw drops. "Stevie?" Before him stands the blonde super soldier, his uniform ripped and tattered. Splotches of blood dot the fabric. In one hand, the man holds a red-white-and-blue shield, with the other he clutches his stomach.

 Steve raises his head. His ocean blue eyes are bloodshot, and blood trickles down from his grimy forehead. He smiles meekly. "Hey, Buck," he whispers. 

Bucky grabs Steve's arm, practically dragging him inside and kicking the door shut behind him. "What the hell..." he breathes, cupping Steve's face in his hands. He inspects it carefully, causing Steve to blush fiercely.

"Buck- Buck! I'm fine." He swats at Bucky's hands. That earns him an eye-roll. 

"Sit," the brunette points to the couch. "I'm going to heat up the shower." Before Steve can protest, Bucky is gone. He sighs and sinks onto the couch. After a few minutes, he hears a loud crash from the bathroom. 

"Bucky?!" Steve hollers, jumping to his feet despite the pain.

" 'M fine," comes Bucky's muffled reply. Steve rushes to the bathroom. Bucky is sprawled out on the floor, in the process of standing. Steve tries (and fails) to suppress a laugh. "What?" Bucky grumbles. "I slipped, stop laughing you punk." 

"You slipped?" the blonde wheezes. 

"Yeah.." he touches Steve's arm. "You okay? Almost sounded like you were gettin' another one of them asthma-"

"You know I don't have asthma anymore."

"Still."

Steve sighs. "The shower ready?"

"Yeah. Strip," Bucky orders.

"W-what?"

"C'mon, Stevie. You heard me." 

Steve just stares.

"You need me to help you?"

"N-no..." Steve mumbles, beginning to peel off his clothes, his blush returning. Bucky smirks, leaning against the door-frame. Once Steve is successfully, undressed, Bucky walks over to him, trying his best not to look...down. 

"I'm gonna help you in, yeah?"

Steve nods, slinging his arm around Bucky's shoulders. The pair stumble to the shower curtain. Bucky rips it back as Steve clings to him, slowing easing his body into the steaming water. He hisses as the water makes contact with his skin.

"Too hot?"

Steve shakes his head, leaning heavily against the shower wall. Bucky raises an eyebrow and pulls his t-shirt over his head.

"Bucky?"

"What are ya doing?"

"Helpin' you shower, dumbass."

"Oh," Steve whispers.

Bucky hesitates. "That's okay, right?"

"Y-yeah. Of course..." 

Bucky nods. " 'Kay." He slips out of his pants, throwing them and his shirt on the floor beside Steve's uniform. Feeling eyes on him, he looks up. His gaze locks with Steve's. As the blonde blushes, the brunette grins. They maintain as Bucky finishes undressing, only to break it a second after. Bucky steps into the shower, sighing contentedly. "This is nice..."

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After the shower, Bucky tucks Steve into their bed. Steve smiles sleepily up at him. "Thank you..."

"For what?" Bucky frowns.

"Everything." 

Bucky smiles. "You're welcome." He flicks off the light, sauntering towards the door.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?" He turns around.

"Where are you going?"

He shrugs. "Figured I'd sleep on the couch."

Steve shakes his head. "No."

"Steve, I-"

"No," Steve repeats, more firmly. Bucky walks over to the bed, slipping under the covers in one fluid motion. Steve grins, wrapping his arms around Bucky's waist. " 'Night."

" 'Night, Stevie," Bucky whispers back, resting his head on Steve's shoulder and letting his eyes flutter shut, dragging him into dreamless oblivion.