Marvel One Shots

•not the same•

"steve?" bucky stood at the doorway.
"yeah, buck?" he looked up from his sketchbook.
"you still draw?" his memories were broken into pieces. he wasn't sure what was actually real.
"you remember?" steve's grin was huge. bucky was turning into the boy he used to know again.
bucky smiled subconsciously. something about seeing steve happy just made him... okay. "yeah. i do." he switched his weight from one foot to the other. embarrassedly, he pointed to the bed. "could i, could i sit?"
steve nodded, immediately moving to give bucky room. he closed the sketchbook and was about to put it away when bucky stopped him. "what's wrong?"
"steve... why are you going through with all of this?"
"all of what?"
"well, i'm just not sure if i deserve your help. i've done a lot of bad things, and i don't know if i'll ever be the same again."
steve wanted to hug him, to comfort him. but he wasn't sure if he should. the line was unclear with them. bucky flinched away at a touch. it hurt steve since they'd always use to be so close, but he wouldn't push him. "you're already getting there, buck. and no one expects you to be exactly the same. the things hydra put you through were unbelievable."
bucky got up. "i shouldn't have come in here. i'm sorry."
"bucky..." steve wanted to stop him. but he couldn't. things weren't the same anymore. "just know that it wasn't your fault. okay?"
bucky didn't say anything, just left.
steve opened his sketchbook to the unfinished. it was bucky. the day he had been picked for the army. the 107th.
steve sighed and rubbed drawing bucky's face. he missed the times before the war. when it was just him and bucky: and that had been enough.