A Stucky Story

The Asset goes to the Bahamas pt. 7

Saturday/Going Home

Steve could tell they were getting close to the port when he saw the amount of cargo boats passing by. It felt nice to know that they were in back in U.S territory. Not that he didn't like the Bahamas. He loved it and wished to come back one day, but he was ready to be home.

Steve was the first one up mainly because it was early. As in 3 in the morning early. Bucky was completely out and would probably be a majority of the morning. So Steve went ahead and packed everything back in their bags and suitcases. He put their dirty clothes in a trash bag, made sure all of their items were accounted for and charged Bucky's tablet.

He also already made sure Harley didn't have any fleas or ticks. She had a flea and tick medication she was given a few weeks before the trip, but Steve just ran his hand through her coat to just make sure. And she will be given a thorough bath once they got home.

They probably would be at the docks no later than nine and everyone would be up and moving around before than. Thor and Loki would leave as soon as they stepped foot on the docks and said bye to everyone. Clint and his family would be leaving quickly to avoid traffic. Steve would say he would miss them if he was normal, but he wasn't and they weren't normal. This was a simply see you until the next mission.

Steve sighed. He did everything he could to make sure he had everything packed and ready to go. Now he was bored.

After an hour of trying to figure out what to do, Steve concluded that there really wasn't anything he could do expect wait for Bucky to wake up. He read a few books on his phone then watched the sun rise from the balcony. It was quiet for a while until he heard heavy breathing and yawning.

"Daddy?"

"Out here." Bucky came out the room with Harley using her weight to keep him standing. Bucky was in a sleep haze. Not quite awake but not sleep. "Hey, good morning. I was expecting you to be asleep longer."

"Bad." He pointed to his head.

"Bad dream?" Bucky nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry, come here." Bucky laid his lap and put his thumb in his mouth. Now Steve knew it was something that bothered him to make him go to old habits. "Can we talk about it?"

"Daddy, doggy dead." Oh, that was bad. If Bucky ever dreamt about death, Winter was remembering something and it was feeding off onto Bucky's dreams. Nothing could be done about stopping Winter's memories from creeping into Bucky's dreams. But Steve was hopeful if Winter saw more happy things like the trip, it wouldn't be as bad.

"Harley and I are not going anywhere. We are still here and will always be with you. Okay?" Bucky nodded. Steve kissed his head and rubbed his back. Then Bucky noticed the boats everywhere.

"Going?"

"Home." Bucky somewhat smiled. Steve knew he would. "I don't suppose  I can get you to take a short nap, do I?" Bucky shook his head. No more sleep for a while and that was okay. Steve was fine with his little family sitting on the balcony watching the sunrise. This was sort of his dream life. Maybe under different circumstances, but this was okay and he was enjoying every single second of it.

Two more peaceful hours later, Steve had to get Bucky up off of him because his legs were going numb. Bucky didn't like it but his stomach was starting to talk to him. Steve wasn't sure about letting Bucky eat before they docked was a good idea mainly because any stress on Bucky's stomach made everything come back up. On the other hand, once Bucky realized he was hungry it was the start of a downward spiral if he wasn't fed quickly. First, he would ask politely constantly. Then he got cranky and chewed on whatever he could to get his message across that he was hungry. From there, he entered a near meltdown state. Steve has never let him get to the last stage but he could give a good guess that Bucky would go that far if no one fed him.