Bucky: A Narrative Fiction

You constantly asked him to tell you stories about his childhood with Steve and what they did to keep themselves entertained because it simply entertained you. But what you loved most was hearing Bucky's voice. No longer battered and strained. When he recalled the

"I think you broke it. It looks bad." Matt sighed, he made a makeshift splint for my hand. "We will go to the clinic tomorrow to get it checked out." Matt informed. "Let's try to get some sleep." He nodded as he guided me to our small cabin. He helped me take off my shoes, jacket and helped me into bed. Matt climbed in bed beside me, before blowing out the lantern on his nightstand. His arms made their way around my waist, he pulled me close, careful not to hurt me.

“Just say hi, you’re not complete strangers anyway, you spoke to him on the phone that one time didn’t you? Plus, Sam tells him about you a lot, it’s sweet really,” You smiled up at him, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. You’d never seen him get in such a state before, sure, you’d seen him during one of his ‘episodes’ but this was a nervous Bucky, not a scared Bucky. “Why are you so worked up anyway? Nothing bad will happen.”

up the flasks, and started to smell the different chemicals. “I am just going to bring back

Steve stared down at the letter from Bucky with a mixture of humor and loneliness. He had only been gone two weeks for training and already he had written Steve. It must have been the first thing he did after he got settled in. That really wasn’t all that unusual, it was as much to make sure Steve didn’t run off and do something stupid as it was to keep in touch with his best friend. They were supposed to be there together, training together, fighting together, just as they always had. However, the government didn’t seem to think that Steve was fit to fight for his country. Steve disagreed.

So when Bucky, his life partner, wakes him up at 2:00 in the morning with a,

"I – what?" Steve says, putting a hand on Bucky's right arm; after a moment, it relaxes, and Bucky's hand moves away from the sidearm strapped to his

Bucky sighed, knowing that he had already lost the argument. "Fine Stevie," he said and followed him to the couch. Bucky was always taking care of Steve so every time Steve got the chance to take care of Bucky he would.

It wasn't until Ashley pointed out a light down the road did we start to notice the sound of barking. I was so nervous that it was a guard dog to notice Abby escaping my grip. She was running to the light, hollering at the top of her lungs, 'puppy'.

Steve didn't mean to blurt it out that way, and instantly blushed. He didn't dare glance at Bucky beside him, who was probably wearing an amused smirk on his face.

-Ow!-Leah complained, the pain was growing, when Bruce approached her with the sedative she pleaded –No, wait! Explain to me what’s happening!- without any warning Bruce stuck the needle into her arm, the sedative took effect almost instantly. As she faded away, Leah asked in half voice –Why does Steve look so

“Steve, are you okay?” Bucky’s eyes were filled with worry. Steve just beamed up at him, his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. At that moment, for the first time, Bucky’s heart was flooded with a feeling he didn’t recognize. He was used to

Tony nods at the wall. "Yeah," he says, and starts a little when he feels Steve's fingertips along his shoulder blade. He feels the bed dip, and Steve leaning up behind him before an arm encircles his waist. He resists for a moment, but then lets Steve pull him back, and Tony stretches his legs out on the bed. Steve hefts his own leg over Tony's and tucks his chin into his shoulder, his fingertips tracing the edge of the arc reactor and then slipping down over his stomach.

“Yeah, and that’s probably why your ass still ain’t got a job neither,” Bucky said as he stubbed the joint out on the rock and put the remaining roach in his jacket pocket.

“You’d better be. Now, let’s head on home. You’ll be needing your sleep for tomorrow.” Teddy paled at the mention of tomorrow and