After a couple hours of sitting under the cold water and almost falling asleep twice, Bucky finally steps out of the shower and walks into his room, finding Tony sitting on his bed. Tony looks up and begins to talk while Bucky stands there in wet sweatpants and a towel.
"How long does it take you to shower? I mean seriously, I was sitting here for like- Are, are you okay?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine." Bucky replies, walking over to Steve's dresser and throwing on a shirt and a new pair of sweatpants. He doesn't notice Tony walking up behind him until Bucky turns around and is standing face to face with Tony.
"Your lips are blue and you're shivering. How cold was that shower, Buck?" Tony asks, giving the soldier a parental glare, even when he's a good 3 inches shorter than him.
"Not very, I just sat under it for a while." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around himself trying to preserve body heat.
"And it doesn't help that you run a colder temperature than before because of your version of the serum." Tony mentions, confusing Bucky even more.
"Wha-"
"I read your profile when you first came here. Now, put on a sweater, get your ass in bed, I'm grabbing two cups of coffee and a whole lot of vodka." Tony explains, nodding before walking away, leaving Bucky to follow his orders. By the time Tony gets back, Bucky is sitting under the covers with one of Steve's favorite sweatshirts on. Tony hands one of the cups of coffee to Bucky, taking a sip of his own before cuing to the door. Right on cue, one of Tony's robots wheels in with about three bottles of vodka. The small robot puts them on the bed before chirping and zooming away. Bucky picks up one of the bottles and pours half of it into his coffee before taking a sip, smiling at Stark's reaction.
"It's a normal thing for Russians to do. Helps wake you up." Tony simply nods before taking another sip of his own coffee, opening the bottle and pouring a bit in. He takes yet another sip and slightly grimaces.
"That would wake you up for sure." Tony laughs. A solemn look appears on his face and he sets his cup down. "Why were you crying in the shower? I mean, I get the obvious but..."
"I miss him, and what you guys said only made me feel guilty. And it's just- God, I wanna feel again. I want to feel something other than pain and just numb. I want to see his smile, and I want to cuddle with him on movie nights and I want to find him eating the most random things at 2 am because he has a freakishly fast metabolism. I just, I just want all of that back. I want him back." Tony nods and places a hand on his shoulder, rubbing Bucky's shoulder for a second before picking up two of the three bottles of vodka and heading out, muttering a short "in case you want some later." as he leaves.
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Bucky is sitting on the common room couch, reading a book Steve had recommended, when Peter runs in. He's holding a large bag and grinning like an idiot.
"Hey Uncle Buck! Can I put magnets on your arm?"
"I don't know kid, I don't-"
"Pleeeease?"
"Did you ask Tony if you could put magnets on the bots and he said no again?."
"Maybe."
"Alright fine."
"Yes!" Peter exclaims, running over and jumping on the couch, landing with a small thud next to Bucky. He opens the giant bag and pulls out an assortment of magnets, picking a few and beginning to put them on the metal arm. This goes on for a while, Peter switching the occasional magnet, reading some of them aloud. Tony walks in to see Bucky reading silently while Peter giggles at the magnets on his arm, and Tony sighs before walking over.
"Peter, stop bothering Bucky. If you're so desperate to stick your magnets on something, we have a perfectly good fridge."
"Oh no, he's fine. The magnets help make me feel like it's something other than a mass murder weapon." Bucky confesses sincerely. The line breaks Tony's heart and he gives Bucky a sympathetic parental look.
"Bucky, it's not-"
"Yeah, it is. That's why they put it on me, that was what they had me use. Now Peter, put that 'Welcome to Chili's' one where the star was because it's funny."
"Okay."
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That night, Bucky lays in Steve's bed and slowly asks F.R.I.D.A.Y a question.
"Hey Friday?"
"Yes Mr. Barnes?"
"Can you play 'Because You're Mine'?"
"Of course, sir." And as Bucky falls asleep, the song quietly plays in the back.
Because you're mine the brightest star I see looks down my love
and envies me because you're mine
Because you're mine
The breeze that hurries by becomes a melody
And why, because you're mine
I only know for as long as I may live
I'll only live for the kiss that you alone may give me
And when we kiss that isn't thunder dear
It's only my poor heart you hear, and it's applause
because you're mine.
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Soldiers Aren't Supposed To Cry
FanfictionA Post-Endgame Story about what Bucky does after Steve leaves, but when he leaves in a different way. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ Mentions of death, suicide and torture. Also some swearing because it's the Avengers.
