Stucky One Shots

Count Your Sheep

Usually, class is pretty uneventful. Nothing much goes on... well besides learning and teaching. It's not always boring though. In front of me, sat my friend Steve. He's always been a good student and a kind person. I watched him as I slowly saw him dose off.

His head slammed his desk as he finally fell asleep, but it immediately woke him back up. Everyone looked at him but no one saw that it was because he fell asleep. Everyone but me.

"Sorry for making noise during class!" he apologized standing up

"Ah yeah, just sit down," Mr. Fortune replied

"Yes sir."

Even though I always got super bored in class, I could never fall asleep. And the noise his head made when it hit the desk totally woke me up. This guy... did he really just fall asleep?

() Lunch Time ()

"Dude, that noise you made 5th period scared me!" Tony laughed

"I didn't know Steve could make that kinda noise during class," Natasha laughed along

"My dignity.... my prestige..." Steve murmured

No one noticed besides me that it was because you fell asleep. I laughed a little.

"We'll take the trays," Nat said walking with Tony. Steve turned to me.

"Hey, why were you laughing? Did you see something funny?" Steve asked with this look of curiosity

"You fell asleep in class today," I responded. His eyes went wide and he blushed.

"Accidentally," I added scared he would yell at me

"You saw me? Uhg... okay yeah. I totally fell asleep 5th period. Could you do me just one favor though man? Can I copy your notes from class?"

"That's fine, I just need them back again though."

"Of course! Yeah! And if it isn't out of your way... would you want to come over and study later?"

"Uh-" he didn't give me time to respond

"I mean it's fine if not. We could go to the library or something maybe!"

"No, no it's cool," I reassured him, "Let's do a study sesh after school."

"Awesome! You're my savor man."

"Hey you two, lunch is over!" Tony called to us

He invited me to his house...

() Later at Stevie's house ()

He was writing down my notes. He looked to be copying everything words for word. I've never seen someone write that fast.

"It's just funny..." I started

"What?"

"You never sleep in class."

"This again?!"

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Like if it's embarrassing or something."

"I haven't been sleeping well," Steve admits

I figured that. Despite his father and mother being deployed in the army and barley getting any word from them, he still remains lively and energetic. But it seems like he's overdoing it. There are so many things he has to take into account all on his own without anyone else. You would have to be stupid to think he's just an austere guy. He is strong.

That as to be a lot of anxiety to bear.

"If you can't sleep, you could count sheep."

He burst out laughing.

"I didn't expect you to say something like that," He said still laughing clutching his side before he calmed down a little.

"What the hell man, don't laugh."

"Sorry, sorry. No really thank you."

"I'll try counting sleep tonight," he said before cracking up again

"You do that."

() Le next day ()

"Good morning, Bucky!" Steve called down the hallway

"What's up?"

"I slept great thanks to you!"

"What did I do?"

"I counted sheep last night as you told me to!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"Can I stop by again later? You know for studying and good sleep?" I asked 

"Yes! Sure thing!"

After that, I kept coming over to study with Steve at his house. We would eat dinner sometimes or read... Sometimes we would get caught up talking about how we plan to save the world one day. Then the next day Steve would say to me: "Good morning! I slept well last night!"

We were sitting at his table now working on homework. I looked up slightly to see what he was writing but I saw a poorly bandaged cut on his hand. He must have noticed me looking.

"What's wrong?" he asked

"Nothing, just your right hand."

"Ahh..." He had an unreadable expression, "I got into a little bit of a fight the other day protecting a freshman but all of a sudden the bully pulled out a knife and slashed my hand. I tried to wrap it the best I can. But it doesn't bother me tho!"

I grabbed his hand.

"Bucky?"

"Steve, do you have a bandage?"

What? Uh, it's on the shelf behind you."

"Okay."

"Let me bandage it. Your hand."

"Alright."

I started removing the old wrap as I leaned over the table. I looked up at Steve. His face was flushed.

"Your face is red," I commented 

"It's the evening light."

My heart was beating. It was beating so loud I couldn't believe Steve didn't hear it. The noise was so loud.

I looked at Steve as he closed his eyes. I moved forward before finally kissing him.

He stayed kissing me for a second before moving back as fast as possible.

"Why did you do that?" He asked walking towards the hallway

"You didn't like it?" I questioned standing up

"No, I liked it," I pushed him back against the wall my arm on either side of him, "B-Bucky."

"You liked it?"

I kissed him again. When I backed up I realized I was being too hasty.

"Fuck, I'm going home." I started walking towards the door 

Before I could open the door, Steve grabbed my arm.

"Bucky... my heart is still beating really fast. I don't feel like sleeping today. Tomorrow I want you to count the sheep," Steve rambled not making much sense, "What I'm trying to say is, I really liked that."

Then without noticed he pulled me back in and kissed me.

A/N: Sorry it's short I'll be back to uploading kinda regularly. I at least plan to upload twice a month. Enjoy <3

A/N: That was a lie^^ I gave up writing one shots years ago... I kinda miss it tho. Sorry to leave you all off in kind of a surprise