Marvel One-Shots

War stories (stucky)

A/N: im back bitches, enjoy some mostly fluff to get me back in the groove. and alllllll these stories take place before civil war n all the other shit. idgaf i need the old times back.

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"hey buck have you seen my grey hoodie?" the slim blonde man questioned

"sorry no" he replied, his voice quiet "have you checked the wash?"

"ah right, thanks" Steve spoke softly, his concern for bucky growing. he knew something wasn't right, ever since his best friend moved in, he seemed... different

he stood up and walked to the laundry room, checking for his grey hoodie. he found it on the floor, appearing clean. he picked it up and put it in the basket with the rest of his items. he wandered back through the kitchen but bucky had left. 

he glanced around once before retreating to his room. he organized his clean clothes before washing up and starting dinner

"hey tony have you noticed anything wrong with buck recently?" Steve questioned

"uh no not particularly" he responded, his mind somewhere else

"tony" the smaller man didnt answer

"Tony" he repeated, still nothing

"TONY" his voice raised

"what do you want rogers!" steve let out a sigh 

"is bucky okay?"

"Mr Rogers, Mr Barnes health seems to be fine, except in the night. his heartrate increases as well as his stress levels" F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke up

"what?" he questioned

"it seems he is having nightmares, or anxiety attacks. would you like to be informed when the next one occurs?"

"yes please" he spoke softly, turning his attention back to the potatoes he was peeling and slicing

as he focused on the shepherds pie he was making, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. even after dinner was made and consumed. he washed dishes, completely out of it.

as night rolled around he excused himself to get some rest, a wave of sudden exhaustion hitting him. he changed into sweatpants and a wife beater, brushing his teeth and brushing his hair. 

he glanced at the clock reading 11pm, he hadnt realized how late it had gotten. well late for him at least. 

"Mr Rogers?" the ai spoke up

"yeah?" he asked, hopping into bed

"it seems Mr Barnes is having a nightmare, should i wake him up?"

"no dont do that, i should go check on him" he sighed "thank you"

"no problem" the ai spoke once more as Steve rushed to put on his slippers

he knocked gently on the door 

"buck?" he spoke as gently as possible, not wanting to startle his friend "are you alright?"

when he got no response he opened the door, seeing his friend laying there, trashing under the covers. his metal hand was in a tight fist as he heard bucky groan

"Steve, come back" he mumbled, his face red and wet from what Steve assumed was tears

Steve slowly walked to the bed, careful not to alarm him "im here bucky, its okay, im here" he whispered

"please dont" the winter solider mumbled

"bucky its okay" he gently touched the man, before getting thrown across the room

"steve?" he mumbled

"yeah" he winced "its me" his back and sides throbbing

"im sorry steve" he whispered, walking over and extending a hand

he grabbed buckys hand, pulling himself up "hey, its alright, i know you were having a nightmare, i shouldn't have startled you"

"i-im fine" bucky mumbled

"hey dont lie to me, remember what you did when i had nightmares?" he asked

"yeah" he chuckled "i had to hold you until you could sleep again" the slight tremor in his voice barely audible, yet so noticeable

"cmon buck, you need to sleep, ill stay until you pass out alright?" 

"fine i guess" his voice still quivering 

he climbed into bed next to the blonde super soldier, cuddling right into his side. Steve was prepared to leave as soon as bucky passed out, before he himself ended up fast asleep

the next morning, Steve woke up to his best friend wrapped around him, his own hands tangled in bucks brown locks, and one hand on the small of his back. he stood op slowly

"morning buck, i gotta take a shower"

"mkay" buck whispered back, rolling over to let Steve out

as the day progressed, the event wasn't mentioned, yet no differences in steves or bucks behavior was visible

"Mr. rogers, please head to the movie room, mr stark has asked for everyone" F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke

he sighed and walked in, seeing everyone sitting down 

"movie nightttt" Tony sang dramatically, Steve sat next to bucky, Natasha on the other side

as the movie went on, Steve felt himself getting bored, not entirely wanting to watch this movie, he excused himself, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before retreating back to his room. not an hour later he got an alert from F.R.I.D.A.Y. telling him buck had another nightmare.

he rushed over, calmed him down and fell asleep with the brunette in his arms. this happened nearly every night. to the point where bucky decided to just sleep in steves room. soon enough the nightmares happened once a week, sometimes less. 

Steve noticed bucky still coming to snuggle nightly. his feelings for bucky weren't well hidden, by that he meant Natasha figured it out. 

"hey buck?" he asked, the brown haired man currently laying next to him, steves head on his chest. they were watching a home makeover show

"yeah?"

"why do you still come to my room?"

"what do you mean?" he let out an awkward laugh

"you come to my room every night, but almost never have nightmares. im not complaining but-" he was cut off 

"i dont know, i just like this.."

"this?"

"its like old times, sharing a bed, sharing your colds with me. id help you through anything and you always do the same for me" he sighed "i love ya punk"

"i-i love you too" steve whispered 'not like that'  he added in his head

"steve" he whispered 

the blond looked up at him as buckys hands found his face, pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss. his heart racing and face turning red

"thats why i keep coming back" he chuckled 

"i love you bucky"

"i love you too stevie"