Pre-war Stucky Oneshots *uwu*

Remember that night?

It was a dark night, only one dimmed, old, yellow lamp was glowing in their hall which was so small that it couldn't even been called a hall. They couldn't afford to turn on all the lights. A bottle of the cheapest wine, almost empty, was standing on the small table in their tiny apartment. Steve and Bucky were sitting on the old couch in front of it, they couldn't remember for how long already. They were sitting way closer than normal friends would have, but they never had cared much about personal space in their friendship, so why start now with having it?
Anyways, it was dark and they were more or less drunk (Steve more, Bucky less) and in fact they quite enjoyed having the other one so close to them, the darkness made it a lot more comfortable, somehow safe. The reason why they had started to drink in the first place was because Bucky had had a really bad day, his boss was an asshole and it had been raining all day long and Bucky had just been in a bad mood in general, but now that was all blown away. He had come home to Steve and the second Bucky had entered the flat Steve had instantly known that something wasn't right, he always did. So they decided to open the bottle of wine and here they were.

Steve's hand, wrapped in bandages, was casually lying on Buckys tigh, their knees were touching and Bucky had laid an arm around the back of the couch, his hand slightly touching Steves shoulder. They were still quietly chuckling due to a conversation about the future and their plans, which was a lot funnier to them than it should have been. Bucky stared down at Steves hand, still casually laying there. He suddenly felt the urge to take it. He stopped laughing and tried to bann the stupid thought from his mind. It's not like he never touched Steves hands before, he'd bandaged them more often than he could count.
So often that even Steve had stopped complaining about it.
He'd come home late, all scratched, bloody knuckles and sometimes even bruised. Bucky would just sigh, knowing telling Steve to stop getting into fights wouldn't help at all. (He had tried once and then got into a two hour argument about it) He would tell Steve to 'sit the fuck down', the smaller mans body still full of rage and ready to fight anyone who'd come into his way. He'd clean all the wounds and patch Steve up again, while he'd tell Bucky what happened and why he had to get himself hurt like this again. The Thing is, that Steve always had very good reasons for it so Bucky couldn't even say something. Sometimes he'd talk so fast that Bucky thought his asthma would kick in every second and "Steve, please don't forget to freakin' breathe". Steve also wasn't a crybaby, he never had been and Bucky could exactly see when something hurt so much that Steve winced and tried to hold back his tears. He wanted to tell Steve that he was already brave enough, braver than all of them and didn't have to hold his tears back, he wanted to tell him that it was okay to cry, but somehow he never did. It was a fact he just held to himself. The most raged was Steve about bandaging his hands tho, and Bucky knew that Steve was proud of his fights, he wanted to show everyone that he could kick ass just as much as bigger guys could, but Bucky still insisted on it because "We don't want those knuckles to get infected, do we?"
Sometimes when they were younger and Steve had got it really bad that day, not even being able to hold back the tears, Bucky would take his hand and put a gentle kiss on Steves knuckles, just as he'd seen Sarah doing it. She always used to say it'll heal faster that way.
But now Steve had stopped complaining about it, Bucky guessed they both just got tired of the same arguments all the time.

Suddenly Steve interrupted his thoughts and Buckys head snatched up to look him in the eyes again.
"Huh?" he asked, trying to think of what Steve just said.
"What ya thinking 'bout, Buck?" He asked, a slight smile on his lips, Bucky was Always getting so thoughtful when he drank.
"Nothin' important", Bucky murmured, hoping that his cheeks wouldn't flush. A slight nodd came from Steve and Bucky saw him nibbling at his bottom lip, he always did when he was thinking about something. Bucky also felt that Steves hand had gotten a lot more tense on Buckys tigh, as if he was about to pull back any second.
"Can I ask you a question?", Steve asked finally, his voice trembling a bit and if someone else would have heard it they wouldn't even have noticed it, but Bucky did. He hated the thick tension that was suddenly between them. "You just did", he answered with one corner of the mouth pulled up.
"Jerk", Steve answered, but the worried tone of his voice was gone.
Steve took a deep breath, in and out as if he had to calm himself down.