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Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Nick Fury,
Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter, Clint
Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Howard
Stark, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Gabe Jones, Jim Morita, Jacques
Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth
Nat&Steve friendship, Steve introducing Buck to technology, scared
Bucky, Shy Steve, Insecure Steve, Idiots in Love, bucky's a good
friend, failed dates (kind of), i'm not doing one a day, i'm doing like 3,
fuck the rules, Ass groping, Bucky&Nat friendship, kissing in the dark,
Making Out, Parties, Alcohol, bit steamy, Implied Sexual Content (for
now), Possessive Bucky, Roommates, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers,
Post-Serum Steve Rogers, 1940's, Starbucks, Bucky's a white girl,
AU, Modern times, Natasha&Sam, historically inacurate, Peggy &
Bucky friendship, Christmas, Crying, Angry Steve, soldier!bucky,
Reunions, Friendship goals, Pet Names, First Kiss, Friends to
Lovers, setting the atmosphere, AYY, im so sorry, weird ass, some
are my own, because tf am i meant to write something decent, with
the prompt 'ice cream', bruh, romantic, because im romantic as fuck
ok, magic i guess, steve and bruce fuck up, they shouldn't be let into
a lab, Questioning sexualities, natasha&Wanda are baes,
homophobia (kind of), taking care of each other, Pretend Boyfriends,
Bets, tony&nat are my spirit animals, sam&Wanda&bucky are the
avengers aswell, Apocalypse, suicide triggers, Dying together, love
for life, Depressing, Sad, Dark, End of the World, deep, Emotional,
Arguing, emotional blackmail, throwback thursday, mentions of
torture, drunk, Drunk Kissing, sleeping the same bed, Housemates,
im a bad person, Videogames, Dancing, old songs, oblivious idiots,
im a shitty therapist, dont listen to me, gazing into eachothers eyes,
Metaphors, Birthdays, Time Skips, peggy and steve were friends
before the war, steve+bucky+peggy+howard squad, Sick Fic
Published: 2015-09-19 Updated: 2016-01-10 Chapters: 28/? Words:
30431

30 Day OTP Challenge (Stucky)

by Miss Harley Quinn (ShameTheDevil)
Summary

Just a bunch of one shots 'bout Steve and Bucky y'all ;)

A mix of pre-First Avenger and post-Winter Soldier.
Enjoy!
Leave Kudos and Comments please. x

Rise to the top of the world, America, America, don't you cry
Day 1 Holding Hands

Bucky faced Steve, his face impassive. The blonde sighed and scraped his chair back.
I wish youd talk to me Buck, he whispered to the other man. Bucky didnt say anything, just
looked down. A piece of his long, brown hair fell in front of his face and the blonde reached his
hand out as if to brush it behind his ear. The Winter Soldier flinched away, and Steve dropped his
hand helplessly. Im sorry Bucky, pleasejust tell me what I did wrong.
Bucky looked at him, and Captain America couldve sworn that his resolve cracked a tiny little
bit, and a type of vulnerability appeared in the mans eyesbut it was gone as soon as it appeared.
The Winter Soldier said nothing. Steve sighed again and got up,
Ill swing by on Wednesday, okay? he asked softly. Bucky didnt reply, so Steve left the room.
***
Steve and Bucky stared at each other in silence. The Winter Soldiers hands were in handcuffs, in
case he decided to attack or kill Steve. The blonde thought it was ridiculous Bucky had many
chances to already murder him when he had weapons, strength and opportunity. Why would he
attempt it in a prison where he was alone, watched and defenceless?
Is this really necessary? Steve hadnt meant to snap, but he did. Fury raised an eyebrow at him,
Yes, Rogers. Its necessary. He could attack you, the man grumbled. Steve ran a hand through
his hair,
Cmon Fury. Hes not going to try anything.
It dont matter, Rogers, Fury cut him off, you have twenty minutes though I doubt hell talk to
you.
The S.H.I.E.L.D leader walked out briskly, and slammed the door behind him. An awkward
silence settled between the two once best friends. Bucky fidgeted in his seat, and the metal of the
handcuffs dug into his wrists. Steve wanted him to stop hurting, to open up. He wanted him to
remember and he wanted to take him home, show him New York show him how much
everything had changed
Buck- Steve reached for him, intending to open the handcuffs (with force he didnt have the

key), but Bucky stumbled back so much his chair tripped over. Somehow, the brunette managed
to keep his balance and he backed himself up into the corner, glaring at Steve. The blonde looked
at him helplessly and, not for the first time, wondered what HYDRA had done to him.
Im sorry. Captain America said, got up, and walked out. He didnt see the tears in Buckys
eyes.
***
The next time Steve came to see Bucky was five days later. He brought a two old pictures with
him, back from the war. They were of him and Bucky a photo of Steve after the serum, when
the two stood with their team in the snow, grinning from ear to ear, looking so happy. The other
from his aunts wedding, both of them wore their best-Sunday clothes and were sitting on chairs,
smiling, Bucky broadly and Steve shyly, as they sipped on glass bottles of coke.
Steve gently pushed them across the table for Bucky to see. The brunette looked at him angrily,
unsure, a bit curious
Its alright, Steve smiled, theyre just old pictures. Of us, realization dawned on him, that
maybe Bucky didnt want to look, didnt want to remember. The blondes smile disappeared off
his face, and he reached for the photographs, You dont have to look if you dont want to-
I want to. Bucky said hoarsely. Steve blinked at him, and then pulled his hand back. It was the
first time Bucky spoke since hed found himand the first time he said something that didnt
sound vaguely threatening. Could you? Bucky asked vaguely waving his handcuffed hands
around.
Errsure, Steve said, Just gimme a minute. And he ran out of the room, leaving a confused
Bucky behind. Steve sprinted to where he knew Natasha would be in the training room. And
sure enough, the redhead was kicking and hacking at a dummy like her life depended on it.
Hey Nat! Steve called, not even out of breath. Sweaty Natasha looked at him, and went back to
her training,
What up, Rogers?
You know how you owe me favour? Steve asked, and didnt wait for an answer. I need it
now. More specifically I need you to give me the key to Buckys handcuffs, he said, and then
quickly added please because his mamma raised him right. Natasha rolled her eyes,
How do you know Ive got them? she asked.
Because you have a copy of almost every key in the compound?
Natasha thought about that for a moment and then nodded,
Youre right, she said. And then quickly pulled a silver key out of the pocket of her coat. She
tossed it at Steve.
Thanks! the blonde yelled, already running.
Bucky was still in his chair when he got back. Steve held up the key triumphantly and Bucky
raised an eyebrow,
Natasha, Steve explained, and knelt down in front of The Winter Soldier, figuring it would
seem less threatening.

Shes the redhead right? Bucky asked quietly. Steve took his hand in his and jumped at the
sudden contact, but didnt pull his hand away.
Yeah. Shes my best friend, Steve said. He slotted the key into the handcuffs, Ill introduce you
two, I think youd like her. You were always into feisty girls. Steve winced as soon as he said
that. He knew Bucky hated these little reminders that Steve dropped on him. But sometimes the
blonde forgot
The handcuffs clicked and slid from Buckys wrists. The brunette started rubbing the reddened
skin, and Steve reached for the photos. He offered them to the Solider silently, sitting crossed
legged on the carpet. Hesitantly, Bucky took the photographs.
Steve watched his expression change as he looked at them. Anger, uncertainty, pain, disbelief, a
bit of happiness, hopefulness
C-Could I keep them? he asked quietly, unsure. Steve looked at him,
Um, yeah, sureIll just make a copy for myself
Bucky nodded. They started at each other silently, Steve still on the floor. The silence wasnt
really awkwardBucky was just studying Steves face, as if trying to remember.
Could I hold your hand? Bucky blurted. Steves eyes widened, but he didnt hesitate. He
reached his hand up and Bucky grasped it in his own. His skin was a bit clammy and he was
shaking. Its just that you have nice hands, Bucky mumbled, and theyre warm, and everything
round heres cold.
I could take you out you know, Steve offered. He was rubbing slow circled into Buckys palm,
and the Soldiers eyes fluttered closed, Fury might agree for lunch or coffee, an hour or two
and if you cooperate and tell them everything then maybe you can leavestay with me or
something, Captain America was speaking in soft tones. Buckys eyes opened,
If I do that, he whispered and cleared his throat, will I be able to go stay with you?
Yeah, Steve smiled brightly. Fury walked in suddenly,
What are you two lovebirds up to? the director grumbled, his long jacket sweeping the floor,
Rogers youre on duty. Get out of here.
Yes sir, Steve said and let go of Buckys hand. The brunette suddenly looked sad. Steve bit his
lip,
Ill come see you Wednesday, alright? he asked, Ill try to get permission fornext time?
Okay?
Yeah, alright, Bucky said, and he smiled for the first time. Steves heart ached as he turned
around and left. He was getting that goddamn coffee permission.

I don't sleep so well at night, waiting up and shivering

Chapter Notes

Kudos and Comments pleasee!

Chapter 2 - Cuddling somewhere

Your elbows in my ribs. Bucky grumbled.

Shut up, Buck, Steve grumbled tiredly. Bucky sighed. He thought again about how it was a
horrible idea to take Steve to his aunts wedding, especially now that they had to share the tiny bed
in the tiny spare room. In the middle of winter. Who the hell has a winter wedding?!
Bucky decided that when he gets married he will have a beautiful summer weddingthere will be
white tents erected in a sunny park, and the theme will be sunflowersyes, sunflowers would go
beautifully with Steves golden hair
Bucky, stop spacing out and move your leg! Steve hissed. Bucky groaned. How did someone
so tiny get to be so freaking annoying?!
Can you just turn around? Bucky asked. It was dark but he could still see Steves glare
perfectly. His hair was a little bit mused by the pillow, and his eyes were half closed. It had been a
long, long dayBucky was exhausted, but he couldnt help but notice how Steves hair looked
silver in the soft moonlight falling in through the window, and how his eyes seemed really bright,
and how close he was
Stop staring, Steve whispered, blushing. Bucky smiled when the blonde looked away.
Geez, sorry, what else am I meant to look at? Bucky rolled his eyes, trying to seem casual.
Steve pouted,
Youre not meant to be lookin. Youre meant to be sleepin, he mumbled. Bucky momentarily
got distracted by the blondes cut expression.
Huh? he mumbled intelligently.
Stop staring! Steve yelled-whispered.
Hey! Its not my fault youre so- Bucky trailed off. Steve blinked at him, and then narrowed his
eyes,

So what? he demanded.
Nothing, Bucky closed his eyes. Steve poked him in the chest,
Hey! Finish the sentence! he hissed. Bucky removed his hand,
Just go to sleep Stevie.
You were going to say skinny werent you?! Steve hissed, sitting up, or bony! Well Im sorry
that Im so uncomfortable to sleep with! Steve was getting himself worked up. Bucky opened his
eyes, and saw Steve glaring daggers at him, its not exactly my fault, and you really dont have to
be so mean about it Bucky! Just because were friends doesnt mean its okay to-
I was gonna say beautiful okay? Bucky grumbled. Then he sighed, and closed his eyes again,
getting comfortable even though his heart was pounding like crazy. Steve looked at him with wide
eyes, Im staring because you look really beautiful. Can you go to sleep now?
Steve was quiet for a moment, face burning bright red, before he flopped down on the pillows,
turned to face the wall.
Okay. He said quietly, heart beating fast, goodnight Buck.
Bucky wrapped a strong arm around Steves skinny frame, and pulled him up against his chest.
Goodnight, Stevie.
Steve smiled softly to himself and closed his eyes.
Also, youre really goddamn skinny, move your elbow punk.
Shut up, Steve mumbled, but he was still smiling.

Searching to find myself but all I find is you

Day 3 - Watching a movie

Steve jumped nearly a foot in the air when Bucky got out of bed, pointing his gun at the TV.
Bucky no! Steve yelled. Bucky blinked as the Disney logo appeared on-screen. The two were
in Steves room in the Avengers Tower, and Steve thought it would be a brilliant idea to show
Bucky The Lion King.
What is it!? Is it a device by Hydra?! Bucky demanded, gun still pointed at the television. It
looked a little bit funny the threatening position paired with Buckys man-bun and panda-printed
pyjamas. Steve got up from bed and gently removed the gun from Buckys hands, placing it on
the bedside table.
Its just a TV, Buck, the blonde said, kissing the side of the brunettes head. Bucky unwillingly
got back in bed with Steve. The two leaned against the fort of pillows, and Steve gently slid an
arm around Buckys waist. The brunette snuggled up to his side, pressing his head into Steves
shoulders.
Its like the films they played in the cinema? Bucky asked and Steve nodded, Then how come
theyre all in colour?
Technology, Bucky. Its truly wonderful, Steve whispered. The opening scene began playing,
and now Bucky watched with curiosity mixed with uncertainty.
They were about half way when Bucky spoke up again,
So why are these animals talking? he asked, and how come theres so much singing?
Aw, cmon dont you like it? Steve laughed. Bucky shrugged.
Its alright, he mumbled, Simbas hot. He added with an evil twinkle in his eye.
Dont tell me you find an animated lion hot. Steve scoffed. Bucky was smirking as he looked up
at the blonde.
Dont worry, he cooed, I dont find him as hot as you. He said, pressing a kiss to Steves jaw.
The blonde smiled affectionately and turned his eyes back to the movie. He began humming can
you feel the love tonight.
Oh shut up, you punk. Bucky grumbled. Steve leaned down and began whispering the words
into Buckys ear. The brunette pressed his hand against Steves face, effectively pushing him

away, Get away from me you creep, Bucky laughed. Steve licked the hand pressed to his face,
and Bucky screeched, trying to pull away. Steve laughed and pulled the struggling, giggling
brunette back until he was safely in his lap. Bucky glared at him through the few brown strands of
hair that escaped his bun,
I hate you.
Steve smiled and kissed his nose,
Just watch the movie. Its getting good.

We were never welcome here

Day 4 Going on a date

Bucky where the hell are we going? Steve grumbled as he followed his best friends through the
streets of Manhattan. It was dark out, but the streets were lit by numerous pubs, with soldiers
spilling out of them, dames at their arms, laughing.
Were going on a date, I already told you. Bucky grinned at Steve over his shoulder, his short
hair ruffled.
And I told you that I dont want to go on anymore dates, Steve complained, catching up to
Buckys long strides, slightly out of breath. The dames always prefer you, not that Im surprised,
and I end up having a rotten time.
Bucky slowed down a little bit,
Youll love it today. I promise! he said, smiling brightly. He came to a stop in front of a club.
The ladies wait inside, lets go! he told Steve. The blonde rolled his eyes but followed his best
friend inside. Soldiers, young men and girls littered every corner, crowding around tables, kissing
and laughing, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine and telling war stories. Steve immediately felt out
of place, kind of stalling behind Bucky, as the brunette smiled broadly at two gorgeous girls.
One was a tall blonde, with bright blue eyes and a loud voice, the other a petite brunette with cold
grey eyes, and a frown on her face.
Ladies! Bucky exclaimed, sauntering over.
Well if it isnt Mr James Buchanan Barnes, the blonde drawled. Bucky slid an arm around her
waist,
This is my friend, Steve, he introduced the blonde. The brunette lookeddisappointed. Steves
heart fell.
Mhm, the blonde said distractedly, not even looking at Steve, how bout we go dance,
soldier? she winked at Bucky. The brunette grinned at Steve, and then he was hurrying off with
his dame. An awkward silence settled over Steve and the other girl. With a wince, the blonde
realized that the girl was a few inches taller than him.
Soum, Im Steve, he offered with a shy smile. The girl crossed her arms over her chest and
raised an eyebrow at him,
Betty. She said coldly. Steves hands began to sweat. He hated these situations, and in his head

he cursed Bucky for dragging him along on yet another date. Couldnt the brunette just go by
himself?! It would save Steve all this embarrassment and resentment
Care to dance? Steve tried half-heartedly. Betty gave him a critical once-over,
No thanks, honey, she said, wouldnt want to break you. And then she turned around,
walking off to talk to some, tall, handsome soldier. Steve was left standing awkwardly by himself,
bright red from embarrassment. He gulped and walked backwards, until he located the door. The
blonde stumbled outside into the cool night air. Nobody outside even glanced at him. The boy
hurried off to the closest alleyway, ignoring the sharp pain in his lung, and his heart racing and the
tears that stung his eyes.
He leaned against a wall, breathing hard. Such a short walk and he was already out of breath. The
boy fumbled for the asthma pump he had in his pocket, and he pumped it into his mouth. When
his breathing evened out, he slid down the wall, sitting down on the cold ground. He pulled his
knees up to his chest, laid down on his forearms and started crying.
He didnt understand why this always happened to him. Dozens of dames that Bucky picked out
for him, short ones as well, and not one of them took him seriously. It wasnt his fault he was so
small and skinny and sickly. Was he really that bad? Couldnt any of them find it in themselves
to at least give him a chance? Was he really that unappealing?
...Steve? Buckys slightly-out-of-breath voice startled Steve out of his misery. The boy quickly
wiped at his eyes, trying to look like he wasnt just dwelling in self-pity. But he knew that Bucky
knew from the look the taller boy was giving him.
Yeah? Whats up Buck? Steve tried to say casually as he stood up, wheres you girl? Did she
leave?
No, Bucky said softly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers, but I saw you were
gone and Betty was with someone elseand I just wanted to make sure youre alright? The last
part sounded like a question.
Im swell, Steve said bitterly, Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant. Now go back to your date, Im
going home. The small boy tried to walk around Bucky but the other easy grabbed him and held
him in front of him. The brunette frowned when Steve wouldnt meet his eyes.
Im really sorry, Stevie, he murmured holding the boys shoulders, that girl was stupid. She
doesnt know what shes missing out on.
Steve laughed humourlessly,
Oh yeah, she sure is missing out on a lot, he said sarcastically, skinny, defenceless man who
looks like a child, and has asthma attacks every other night. Steve could feel the tears returning to
his eyes, just let me go home, Bucky. He said, trying to get out of the other boys grip.
No. Bucky grumbled and pulled Steve into his arms, holding him tightly. The blonde stopped
fighting and went limp in Buckys arms. The bigger boy didnt loosen his grip. Shes missing out
on an amazing, kind, funny, beautiful boy, he murmured into Steves ear, Youre absolutely
wonderful Stevie, and if she cant see that then to hell with her.
Steve gave a little laugh but it sounded sad.
If Im so bloody wonderful why dont you date me yourself? it slipped out of the blondes
mouth before he could stop himself. Steve blushed and his heart dropped when Bucky stepped
back. He did it he ruined their friendship. Now would come the questions, dont you like girls

Steve? and then the disgust and

But Bucky was looking at him in a way that made Steves stomach do a weird flip, and his heart
speed up. The brunettes hands were loosely wrapped around Steves waist.
Trust me, Bucky said quietly, his eyes searching Steves face, if youd even consider giving
me a chance, I would.
Steve stared at him with wide eyes, his face burning. He cradled his own, shaking hands to his
chest.
R-Really? he asked. Bucky smiled and raised his hand and cradled Steves cheek. The blondes
hand shot up and he pressed it over Buckys.
Yeah. Really, the brunette murmured. He took a deep breath, would you let me take you out
on a date, Steve?
Of course, you moron. Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky grinned and wrapped and arm around
Steves shoulders.
Alright you punk. For now, lets go home, he said happily, as he and Steve walked out of the
alleyway. They walked right past Betty and her friend, and Bucky didnt even look at them. He
only had eyes for Steve.

To the center of your heart, oh Cleopatra is the only one you loved
Day 5 Kissing

Bucky and Natasha were chilling at the bar at one of Tonys parties, drinking and talking and
glaring at everyone. It just wasnt a good night for them, all the avengers and agents seemed to
have someone to dance or make out with, but Nat and Bucky were single pringles for the night.
Natasha pulled a face as Clint and his wife sauntered past, their hands interlocked, bright smiles on
their faces.
God, theyre gross, Bucky sulked, though he didnt really mean it.
Word. Natasha downed the rest of her Bloody Mary and asked the bartender for another one as
Bucky nursed his Sex on the Beach, looking around. This was his second party at the Avengers
Tower during the first one he hadnt stepped away from Steve for even a second, assaulted by
all the new technology, music and clothes, but this party Steve seemed to disappear somewhere
with Wanda.
Youre looking for him, Natasha pointed out, noticing how Buckys gaze kept wandering off.
The brunette shrugged awkwardly,
Yeah, I guessI just like knowing that hesyou knowsafe.
Well, Natasha snorted into her drink, Im sure hes safe with Wanda. Theyre in his room right
now, though I dont think youd want to interrupt.
Buckys eyes widened,
S-Steve and Wanda?! he asked in disbelief. Natasha shrugged,
I dont know. She admitted, could be. Then the redhead sighed, we should dance. Im a bit
buzzed.
Fine. Lets go. Bucky agreed and pulled Natasha onto the dance floor. However he soon
figured out that he didnt know how to do this modern dancing thing Um. Little help
please?
Natasha laughed and then she started rubbing against Bucky. The brunette freaked,
Natasha! What the hell are you doing?! he demanded. The redhead laughed over the loud
music,
Dancing of course, she said with a grin. Bucky was flushed red and uncomfortable, but he
decided to sway with the redhead. So, he yelled over the music, what exactly are Steve and

Wanda doing in his room?!

Hes showing her his shield.
Seriously? Bucky inquired, bewildered. Natasha rolled her eyes,
Of course not, dumbass. She said.
So, Bucky refused to drop the topic, are they like kissing?
Kissing. Having sex. Natasha said casually, who knows with the two. Are you going to dance
or ask questions?
II dont really like this new style of dancing, Bucky admitted, sorry, doll.
Natasha laughed and pulled him off of the dancefloor. They settled back by the bar, and Bucky
glimpsed Pepper and Tony, shamelessly making out in the corner.
How can they do that? he asked the redhead, just kiss like that in public?
Its pretty easy, Natasha said, when was the last time you kissed someone?
Um, Bucky tried to think, probably like seventy years ago. I dont know. Steve says I used
to be quite the ladies man.
Natasha nodded, and sipped at whatever new alcoholic drink she got. Bucky felt nice and warm,
and he decided that one drink was enough for him. He looked over at Natasha. She was pretty, in
a very fierce, terrifying way. Although Bucky preferred blondes, he didnt mind redheads
Do you want to kiss? he asked. Natasha blinked at him, and laughed.
Alright then, cowboy, she said, and stood up, standing in front of the Winter Soldier. Bucky
hesitantly placed his hands on Natashas waist. She was a bit gone, and he felt guilty for getting
her to kiss him while drunk, but he knew she didnt like him in that way, and neither did he. It was
just one kiss, goddammit.
The redhead placed her hands loosely around Buckys neck and leaned down. Their lips met, but
there was no spark, no nothing. Still it was nice to have human contact again, and Bucky eagerly
kissed Natasha back. It only lasted about a few seconds.
Woo hoo! Tony yelled, and Bucky and Nat pulled apart, get in there Bucky! and then he was
being pulled towards the bedroom by Pepper. Natasha smiled at Bucky and over her shoulder he
could see Steve. With a horrified, angry look on his face. Bucky tensed and Nat mustve felt it
because she stepped out of his embrace and turned around, in time to see a fuming Steve stalking
their way.
Oh-oh, here comes trouble, she said, grabbed her glass and downed the rest of her drink. Steve
came to a stop in front of them, hands in fists. He didnt say anything, just glared at Natasha. The
redhead seemed unfazed.
Sup, Steve, she offered.
How was Wanda? Bucky offered. Steve turned his glare onto his best friend,
What are you talking about? he demanded, I was showing her my shield.
Natasha laughed out loud at this. She stood up and grabbed her drink, her balance perfect,

Natasha laughed out loud at this. She stood up and grabbed her drink, her balance perfect,
Well Ill leave you two to it, she said, and with a wave she was gone. Steve turned to Bucky,
who was casually sitting on the tall bar chair.
Care to tell me what the hell that was about? Steve fumed. Bucky blinked at him,
Errwhat do you mean? he asked.
You and Natasha making out! Steve yelled like it was the most obvious thing ever.
It was just a kiss.
Why were you kissing her?! Steve asked.
Why do you want to know? Bucky raised an eyebrow, I dont recall you ever having a
problem with me kissing ladies.
Yeahbutits Natasha! Steve said, exasperated. Something in Buckys heart dropped,
So what? You sweet on her or something? he asked. Steve blinked and flushed a deep red.
W-What?! he spluttered, of c-course not! I just didnt know you were the kind of person to go
around making out with random people.
Kissing. Bucky specified. Steves brows furrowed,
Doesnt matter! he yelled, agitated. Bucky looked at him,
Are you jealous? he asked, a smile spreading on his face. Steve flushed an even brighter red,
N-No of c-course not, d-dont be r-ridiculous! the blonde stuttered. Bucky started laughing,
Oh my God, you are! Youre jealous!
Shut up, Steve grumbled looking away. Bucky continued smiling as he reached for the loops in
Steves belt, tugging him closer.
I can kiss you too if you want, he offered. Steve looked at him. They were now almost
touching, with Bucky looking up at Steve. The blonde looked uncertain as he stood between
Buckys legs. The brunette was giving him time to back out.
Fine. Steve said, and leaned down. Buckys heartbeat suddenly sped up, because he wasnt
actually expecting for Steve to kiss him. And the blonde was leaning in, slow motion, and Bucky
was unsure of what to do, because it was different then all the girls, different than Nat. Because
this was Steve, and Bucky had literal dreams about this moment, and it was about to happen right
here, in public, in the middle of a party. Their first kiss.
Wait! Bucky yelled suddenly. Steve froze,
What? he asked, confused. Buckys heartbeat picked up,
Not here. Outside. He said quickly, before Steve could laugh the whole ordeal off as a joke.
The blonde studied Buckys face for a moment,
Alright. He said eventually. The two weaved their way through the mostly wasted crowd until
they were in the back garden, which was like a mini park. Bucky hesitantly walked to the closest
tree.

Why are we here? Steve asked, following him.

I dont want anyone to see, Bucky said, trying to sound confident. Steve frowned,
Why not?
II dont know, Bucky admitted, can we just kiss already?
Its okay if you dont want to, Steve said gently, Im not trying to pressure you or anything-
Just kiss me. Bucky snapped. Then he gave Steve a sheepish look, SorryI just havent done
it in a long time.
You just kissed Nat, Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky fidgeted,
That was different. He said quietly. He grabbed Steves hand and pulled him towards him.
Bucky cursed the idea, because now he was trapped between Steves super-soldier body and a
tree. The brunette looked down, nervous. It was dark outside, and he hoped Steve couldnt see
him blush.
Captain America reached for Buckys hands and intertwined their fingers.
Can I kiss you now? he asked.
Yeah, get on with it punk, Bucky said, but it came out quiet and breathless. Steve smiled, leaned
down and pressed his lips to Buckys. A shiver went down the brunettes spine, but the blondes
lips were gone as quickly as they appeared. Bucky whined,
Get back here and kiss me properly! he demanded, reaching for Steve. The blonde ducked his
head, laughing, and then began peppering kisses along Buckys jaw, he pressed a kiss into the
corner of Buckys mouth. The brunettes heart was racing. He chased Steves lips, but the hero
was just too far to reach. Bucky pouted.
Okay, okay, Im sorry, Steve laughed. He let go of Buckys hands and placed his hands on the
Soldiers hips. The brunette cupped Steves face with his hands and the blonde leaned down.
Buckys eyes fluttered closed and finally, finally, Steve kissed him.
The kiss was soft and gentle. Steve and Buckys lips slid together, and it wasnt awkward, which
was weird, but it felt as though they fit together perfectly. Bucky felt a twist in his stomach, and
Steve pushed him harder against the tree, so that their chests were pressed together, their legs
tangled. Bucky gasped when Steve bit his lower lip, and the blonde took the opportunity to slide
his tongue into the brunettes mouth. The kiss turned hard and desperate suddenly, and Steve
couldnt keep his hands in one place and they roamed Buckys body, his hands sliding up the
brunettes back and then back down to grope his ass, as his tongue explored Buckys mouth.
The brunette was a complete mess, moaning and gasping against Steves lips, his knees shaking.
He was hot all over even though it was mid-November, his body felt like it was on fire wherever
Steve touched.
Finally Captain America pulled away because Bucky needed to breathe. The brunette gasped for
air as he clutched Steves shoulders. He was still shaking.
Bucky you alright? Steve murmured, still as close as he could be to Bucky.
Yes. I-Im okay...it was just really intense, he mumbled. Steve smiled and leaned down to kiss

Bucky softly again.

Things will change with time, only in summertime

Day 6 Swapping clothes

When Bucky and Steve shared their apartment in Brooklyn, the winter days and nights were cold
and hard, and they had to share a bed because Steve would shake too much, and say its only
because its cold as they hanged onto each other all night, ignoring their wild heartbeats. Steve
would nearly always be sick, his frail form trembling under the covers, and Bucky would work
long hours out in the snow.
Summer was different. Summer was filled with a sweaty Bucky coming home from the docks,
grinning and drinking a bear. Summer was filled with Steve drawing all day and the two going out
on dates with some lovely ladies, summer was filled with dancing and fireworks and swimming in
the river. And summer was full of pranks.
Steve and Bucky loved to prank each other it all started when Steve changed Buckys shaving
cream to whipped cream. Bucky retaliated two days later by taking a bite out of every cupcake
that Steve got from their lovely neighbour. This resulted in an on-going war, that began in June
and ended late August. Drawing on each others faces with permanent markers, placing fake
spiders around the flat (Bucky hated those), switching nice foods to horrible ones, Steve pouring
water into a Vodka bottle. It was hilarious and added some fun to the twos lives. None of it was
harmless. Until Bucky decided to chuck all of Steves clothes (underwear and everything) into the
bath. So when the blonde came back from the shops, dripping wet because it had decided to rain
that specific day, he was greeted by every article of his clothing dripping wet.
Are you serious?! he demanded. Bucky grinned at him,
Have fun drying that, he said. Steve looked at him in disbelief. Bucky seemed to notice the
blondes wet hair and clothes, why are you wet?
Bucky! Steve yelled, its raining outside!
What? Bucky ran to the closest window. And sure enough, what was a warm summer rain
was quickly turning into a full-blown storm. And all of Steves clothes were wet.
Shit, Stevie. Im sorry. I didnt know, Bucky turned to Steve. The blonde was shivering,
Its alright, just calm down, Steve rolled his eyes and smiled, youre one idiot, you know.
Bucky wasnt smiling though. He looked really worried.
Oh my God. Why did I do that? he groaned to himself.
Prank Wars? Steve asked.

Yeah butnow youre here and youre cold and youll get sick again, Bucky sighed, come
on. Ill borrow you something of mine and then well hang your stuff.
Steve followed Bucky into their bedroom, dripping water everywhere. The brunette chucked a
towel at him and then began rummaging through their shared closet. Bucky began throwing
random articles of clothing at Steve sweatpants, a black jumper, and fluffy socks.
Go change in the bathroom, Bucky said in his no-nonsense voice.
Buck, Steve was blushing, I neederr, underwear?
Bucky blinked at him, and then casually produced a pair of black boxers. He sniffed at them,
Clean. He announced, throwing them at Steve. The blonde caught them with his free hand,
Gross. He grumbled, but shuffled to the bathroom.
Bucky went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. He wanted to smack himself, how could he be so
stupid! To not even notice the rainand now all of Steves clothes would have to dry. He was an
idiot who put his best friend in danger. Bucky just hoped Steve didnt get a cold.
He was halfway through making himself and Steve some hot chocolate, when the blonde came in.
I put the wet clothes in the bathtub, Steve said. Bucky turned towards him, opening his mouth to
say something but the words died in his mouth when he saw Steve.
Bucky had always found Steve attractive (of course hed never tell him that) but seeing him in his
clothes made something inside him warm up.
The jumper was so big on Steve that it almost reached his knees, the sleeves falling over his tiny
hands. He had to roll the pant legs because they were too long. He looked so fucking adorable and
cute, and he was blushing a bit and he was wearing Buckys clothes.
Bucky? Steve asked, frowning. The rain hit the roof, making a soft, lulling sound. The
chocolate on the counter steamed gently, and Bucky had never felt more at home. Bucky? Why
are you staring? Is there something on my face?
Bucky strode across the kitchen, gathered Steve up in his arms, and kissed him. Steve froze up,
eyes wide. When Bucky made no move to step back, the blonde went limp against the brunette
because, alright, kissing Bucky felt kinda nice, like really nice Bucky kissed Steve roughly, as if
he wanted to claim him, and when he broke away so Steve could get some air, he immediately
started sucking a hickey into the blondes pale neck.
B-Bucky what are- Steves sentence was cut off by a moan as Bucky found a sensitive spot on
his neck. One of the blondes hands came up to cover his mouth, and the other reached to pull
Bucky away, but somehow ended up tangling in the brunettes tousled hair.
The brunette licked and sucked at Steves neck until the blonde was a panting, shaking mess.
Then he leaned up to capture Steves lips again. His eyes were darker than usual, and he felt the
urge to mark the blonde in front of him, because he wanted him so much to be his
Bucky seemed to suddenly get his senses back. He stumbled backwards, away from Steve.
Oh my God, Steve, shit Im so sorry. I dont know what came over me! he ranted. Steve just
stared at him with half-lidded eyes. His lips were swollen and red, a hickey was forming on his
neck, the too-big jumper slid off one shoulder, revealing pale, flawless skin. Steve didnt seem to

notice that his legs were shaking.

Bucky, the blonde whined helplessly, reaching for the brunette. Hesitantly, Bucky stepped
forward. Steves arms wrapped around the brunettes neck, and he stood on his tiptoes, trying to
get Bucky to kiss him again.
Hey! Stevie, wait up, what- Bucky tried to think straight, but it was really hard with a blushing,
wanting Steve right in front of him.
Just kiss me, Steve mumbled, Please, just kiss me
And of course, Bucky being Bucky couldnt say no, so he reached for the blonde, pulling him
close and pressing their mouths together again.
In the end, there were two cold chocolates on the counter, Steves clothes were all in the bathtub,
and all of Buckys clothes were on the floor.

Hey, that sounds like my luck

Day 7 Cosplay

Sometimes Steve hated his best friend, Natasha. And sometimes he loved her. And sometimes
both. Like right now.
His roommate decided it would be a brilliant idea to go to the New York Comic Con. She argued
that the two didnt go out much, and anyway, she wanted to see her friend Sam, who was coming
down for the event. And because Steve was a sweetheart and couldnt resist her, he agreed.
He also agreed to let her decide on his costume. She picked the Joker, and the morning before the
event the flat was filled with screams as Natasha chased Steve around with a tub of green hair dye,
Its not permanent! she assured, as Steve hid behind the couch, Itll wash out!
No, no, hell no! Steve protested, Nat, dont do this to me.
Come here Rogers, Natasha glared, Or I swear Ill force you to wear my Poison Ivy costume.
Steve gulped, and in the end, let Natasha dye his hair. They decided to go for the Heath Ledger
Joker, so Steve had to go pick up the long purple coat and green vest from the dry cleaners, while
Natasha donned her very skimpy Poison Ivy costume and curled her hair.
When Steve got back he had to admit that if he had been straight, hed totally go for Nat.
***
Steve had an armful of comics (most belonging to Nat) and was just looking through V for
Vendetta. Natasha saw her friend, Sam, dressed as Aquaman, and hurried off to say hello, so
Steve was left alone among the cosplayers who all acted like they knew eachother. Multiple times

certain people came up to him to ask for a picture, including a blonde girl dressed as Harley
Quinn, and he couldnt say no. Still, he was praying for Natasha to come back.
Are you going to buy that? a mildly annoyed voice asked. Steves head snapped up, and in front
of him stood the most gorgeous guy the blondes ever seen. His chocolate-brown hair was braided
to the side, and he was wearing a tight batman t-shirt.
Huh? Steve said intelligently as he continued staring. Damn, the guy had the most amazing
brown eyeslike chocolate chips
The comic! the guy said pointedly, are you going to buy it? Youve had it for like half an
hour!
O-Oh, Steve stammered, snapping out of a daydream that included the guys ridiculously pink
lips, s-sorry. He passed him the comic. The guy took it and began flicking through, while
Steve remained glued to the floor.
I-I, he said. The guy looked up. He didnt look angry again, Im Steve.
The guy blinked at him, and then smiled this warm, adorable smile, and Steves heart melted.
Oh. James Barnes, the brunette offered Steve his hand, just call me Bucky.
Alright, Bucky, Steve grinned, shaking the guys warm hand.
Nice cosplay, by the way, Bucky complimented. Steve felt himself blushing a bit.
Thanks. My friend made me wear it, he said, she went as Poison Ivy.
I dont see her, Bucky said, he tucked the comic book under his arm,
She ditched me, Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky laughed a little and it warmed Steve up,
Aw, thats sad, the brunette said, Ill keep you company. Theres a Starbucks round the
corner.
Steves heart started beating faster. Was Bucky asking him out on a date?!
Yeah, sure, he said quickly, that would be great. Steve couldnt keep the grin off of his face.
Okay, let me just pay for this, Bucky said, holding up the V for Vendetta comic, also smiling.
Later, Natasha found Steve and Bucky in Starbucks, laughing and joking, and getting weird looks
from normally dressed people. And when she told Steve to get his ass home, he asked Bucky for
his number.

Been a long time coming for the working man

Chapter Summary

Okay this isn't really 'shopping' very much :/

Anyway, it's also historically inaccurate but who cares.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Day 8 Shopping

Bucky sat at the shabby kitchen table, eating some leftovers. It was late and he had been working
a double shift down at the docs. When he got home, Steve was asleep in an awkward position on
the couch, obviously waiting up. Bucky had carried him to bed and now here he was.
Lately, Bucky had been staying in work longer, and Steve was worried. The small blonde didnt
know that his best friend had been saving up money to get him a proper Christmas present this
year. And yeah, sometimes Buckys hands bled because he worked too hard, and he had cuts on
his face and dark shadows under his face, but he knew it was all going to a special cause to
make a real Christmas for Steve.
Since the blondes ma had died, they werent able to afford a proper Christmas. Sometimes the
power went out and they ate turkey sandwiches by candlelight, but because they had turkey they
would be no Christmas tree or presents. If there were presents, there would be no Christmas
dinner. It was a constant loop and Bucky wanted to have a beautiful Christmas before he left for
war. With Steve.
***
I need your help. Bucky said. Peggy raised an eyebrow. Bucky met her at the bar a few months
ago, when they both got their orders. Theyve been good friends since.
Whats up, Barnes? Peggy asked. She was in her small flat, dressed in a white shirt and black
trousers. It was a nice evening outside, a bit chilly, but nice. December.
Come shopping with me, Bucky pleaded, I have no idea what to get for Steve! And I need to
get food for dinner and a Christmas tree, Bucky was panicking.
Hey! Hey! Peggy said, placing her hands on the boys shoulders, Calm down.

Bucky sighed and ran a hand down his face,

I just want it to be perfect yknow, he said quietly, I want him to at least have a good memory
to hold on towhen I go.
Peggy smiled sadly,
I know the feeling, she said, and reached for her coat, Alrighty lets go, Barnes. First the
presents. Well buy the tree as wellit can wait here so Steve doesnt suspect anything.
Bucky smiled, relieved, and followed Peggy out of the door. The two walked, arm in arm, to the
shops, huddling behind their upturned collars. It was cold, which was good it could mean snow.
Bucky knew how much Steve loved snow.
You really care for him, dont you? Peggy asked with a knowing smile. Buckys cheeks were
red, and he told himself it was because of the chill.
Of course. Hes my best friend, he said. Peggy laughed and her breath made a small cloud in
front of her face.
Not like that, she said, you love him. Bucky opened his mouth to protest, Oh come on. None
of that now. Just admit it Bucky.
Bucky blinked at her. He closed his eyes.
Fine, he grumbled eventually, I love him.
Peggy laughed again and squeezed Buckys arm with her gloved hand.
***
When they got to the shops it was pretty crowded. Women and children and men coming back
from work, were all shopping for presents and trees. Christmas was only a week away.
Right, Peggy said, so do you have anything in mind?
UmI dont know, Bucky shrugged, I want to get himmaybe like a jumper or shoes or
something so hes not cold all the time, but I know his paints are running out as well
Alright, Peggy nodded, how about we look at paints then? she offered. Bucky nodded, biting
his lip. The two veered through multiple shops, looking at the beautiful things for sale
fashionable clothes, little America trinkets, hats and shoes, books
Paint! Bucky said triumphantly, pointing to a shop. It was a little street stand, with an old man
behind it. It didnt seem to be doing too well, as most of the paint and canvases and pencils were
unsold. Peggy and Bucky walked over,
Good evening, sir, Peggy said with a warm smile, how much for the paint.
The man named the price. Bucky and Peggy exchanged a look the paint wasnt a fortune but it
wasnt exactly cheap either. Still, Bucky knew he had enough to buy everything he needed, so he
paid the man, and watched him bag the paints.
Alright, Peggy said as they began walking away. It was getting dark outside, what about
getting that tree, eh?

The two had to look for a long time to find a tree that wasnt sold out, and they got to an illegal
market that had pine trees imported from Poland. After some time of bargaining, the man selling
looked tired and terrified, as Peggy was fuming and threatened to rat him out to the Police. The
man eventually agreed to Buckys price (which was fair) for a small tree, and the two walked
away happily.
Ill get the food before, Bucky told Peggy as they weaved their way through the market, on the
way home, so it doesnt go bad. He carried the tree under his arm, and Peggy held onto the
paint.
Yes, obviously- Peggy cut off as she saw something, look. She pointed to a stand. At first
Bucky didnt understand what she meant, the stand was run by an young girl, and she was selling
second-hand books. And then he saw a dozen of hand-knitted scarves hanging behind her. You
think youll have enough? Peggy asked, excited.
Well see, Bucky said, and they hurried toward the stand.
How much for the blue scarf? Bucky asked the girl. She smiled at her,
How much do you have, sir? she asked kindly. Bucky counted his money, remembering to save
a sum for food, and told the girl. She smiled,
Give me half of that, and the scarf is yours, she said.
B-But, Bucky stuttered. Peggy elbowed him. The girl was still smiling, Thank you, Bucky
said sincerely, handing the girl a little extra than what she asked for. She bagged the scarf for him
in brown paper.
Merry Christmas, good sir, miss, she smiled at Peggy, passing Bucky the parcel.
Merry Christmas.
***
Everything was ready. Bucky hid Steves presents at the back of the wardrobe, so the boy
wouldnt find them. Steve was just off to wish Merry Christmas to some of his friends who lived a
couple of roads away. He said he wouldnt be longer than an hour and a half. Bucky pretended he
wasnt feeling well, and told Steve that hed stay at home. The second Bucky saw the blonde out
on the street, he sprinted out of the house and into Peggys apartment (she gave him the keys
when she went for Christmas to her family in London) so he got in quickly, and made it back
before Steve, with the Christmas tree. He pulled out the old decorations he got from his dad, and
decorated the tree, then put the fairy lights up around the room. He chucked Steves presents
under the tree, and then ran to the kitchen.
He thanked his mother for teaching him some cooking, as he prepared the potatoes and turkey. He
kept biting his nails or running to the window, checking if Steve was outside yet, thats how
nervous he was. He lit the candles and placed the food on the table and just as he flicked the lights
off in the kitchen, the front door opened.
You wont believe what- Steve began to say cheerfully, and then he froze, taking in the display
in front of him. B-Bucky, his voice faltered.
Merry Christmas, Bucky offered, shrugging a shoulder. Steve hid his face in his hands. Bucky
frowned and walked towards him,
Stevie are you okay? he asked worriedly, and then noticed Steves small shoulders shaking,

Shit, Steve, are you crying? Did I do something wrong? he gently took Steves hands and
pulled them away from his face. The blondes blue eyes were filled with tears. Steve? Bucky
asked softly, Steve whats wrong.
Steve sniffed and then let out a little laugh,
Nothings wrong you idiot, he said, and smiled. He pulled Bucky close and wrapped his skinny
arms around the taller boy. Bucky didnt hesitate, hugging him back, Thank you so much
Bucky. Steve murmured.
Its okay, just dont cry, Bucky replied.
Sorry, Steve sniffed again, Im just really happy, he said. Bucky leaned down and pressed
their foreheads together.
Come before the food gets cold, punk. He said. Steve stuck his tongue out at him, but let Bucky
lead him to the table.
The night was spent laughing and joking, Steve saying thank you about a hundred times, and
then crying some more when Bucky gave him his presents. There was also a lot of hugs, but
Bucky couldnt quite gather up the courage to kiss Steve on the lips, so he just kissed his forehead.
***
Bucky was nice and cosy, sleeping, when Steve clambered up from his own bed and shook
Bucky awake.
What do you want? Bucky grumbled into the pillow.
Bucky, wake up! Steve whispered, his voice full of wonder. Bucky turned around to face him.
Steve was standing by his bed, wearing his favourite pyjamas and the scarf Bucky got him, and
there was so much happiness in his blue eyes that Bucky had to sit up.
What is it? he asked.
Its snowing, Steve whispered. Bucky blinked at him and then stood up, running to the window,
Steve on his heels. The two stood with their faces glued to the glass, watching the fat white flakes
fall from the sky and colour the world white. Its snowing, Steve repeated. He turned to Bucky
and laughed, and Bucky joined in. He wrapped his arms around Steves waist and twirled him
round, and then he really did kiss him. And Steve kissed back.

Chapter End Notes

Comments and Kudos? Please? :3

I'm sorry for everything I've done

Day 9 Hanging out with friends

You get different types of friendships. You get friendships like Steves and Peggys; one made
during hard times, and one who lasted through hard times. Its the kind of friendship where either
of them would die for each other, where one of them talked the other through committing suicide
to save the nation, and the other held their hand when theyre dying of old age. Peggys and
Steves friendship was like war, hard, and unsteady but full of promise. They loved each other
dearly, and their friendship only ended with death.

Then theres the friendship of all the Avengers. Its like a massive, dysfunctional family. They all
live together, play pranks on each other, annoy each other on a daily basis. They hold hands when
theyre coming back from a club, drunk, so nobody gets lost, and have mass sleepovers. They
depend on each other likewell, like a family.

And then theres Steves and Buckys friendship. Its friendship that lasted years. Buckys and
Steves friendship is the one where they wont die for each other, because they know that the
other one wouldnt be able to stand the world alone. Its the kind of friendship that makes you
warm inside when you think about it. Its the kind of friendship that turns into something so much
more

***
It had been a wild night, another one of Tonys parties. All of the Avengers were slowly dying of
dehydration and headaches, sprawled randomly in the common area.
Rum! Thor bellowed from the floor, lifting one fist in the air, Water! Rum and water!
Youre not meant to drink alcohol during a hangover, Tony grumbled. He was sitting at the
kitchen counter, on his sixth cup of coffee. Natasha was frying bacon, completely unaffected by
the drinking. It had to be the Russian in her.
Actually, Bruce, who had been sober the night before, interjected, drinking beer can actually
help the nausea that you- he cut off when Tony glared at him, sorry.
My wife is going to kill me! Clint muttered, running around the tower, collecting his things from
random corners.
I already called her, Natasha smiled, she said its alright if you stay for breakfast.
Relief appeared on Clints face. He walked over to Natasha and kissed her temple,
Thank you, Nat, youre amazing.
I know, Natasha said. Wheres Sam?
Puking, Tony mumbled, I think Wandas with him. Shes puking too. He looked at his cup
and frowned, can you make me another coffee, Nat?
No, Natasha said briskly, you can make yourself another coffee, Stark.
Natashaaa, Tony whined. The redhead sighed,
Fine.
Water! Thor begged from the floor. Bruce squatted next to him with a bottle. He even
unscrewed the cup for him. Then he watched the blonde fondly as he chugged the water down.
Wanda emerged from the bathroom, still in her dress from last night, looking as pale as ever. Sam
was close behind, in Wandas pink fluffy bathrobe.
Never. Again. He stated.
Lies, Wanda smiled, lies.
Wheres Bucky and Steve? Sam asked, ignoring Wandas remark. Natasha shrugged,
One of their rooms I bet, she said, Tony can you go get them?
Tony just groaned in response. Natasha sighed,
Barton, look after the food, she told him, handing him the spatula, and then marched upstairs.
She stopped in front of Buckys room and took a deep breath, Steve. Bucky. You best be
decent, she called and opened the door. The room was immaculately clean, and empty. Natasha
slammed the door shut and marched to the opposite side of the hallway to Steves room, she
repeated her warning, and when she got no answer, forced the door open.

Bucky was asleep, snoring softly, mouth open, completely oblivious. Steve sat in bed next to him,
the sheets pooled around his waist, smiling gently and brushing through Buckys hair. He looked
up when Natasha came in and mouthed morning at her, still smiling brightly. The redhead rolled
her eyes,
Wake your boyfriend up, she whispered, breakfast in five.
She shut the door and skipped back downstairs. Bruce was looking at her,
Did you walk in on them again? he asked innocently. Natasha glared as he and Tony burst out
laughing, and high fived over the table. The redhead still remembered the time she had accidently
walked in on Steve and Bucky, and they were definitely not decent, in fact, they didnt even seem
to notice her. Later she lamented to it about Clint, washing her eyes out with soap and Jesus, but
everyone else thought it was hilarious.
No. Now shut up, she commanded, walking back into the kitchen. Clint had a pile of bacon and
eggs to the side. He was adding toast to a pile with one hand and preparing coffee and juice with
the other. Natasha smiled gratefully at him,
BREAKFAST! she yelled, even though most people were downstairs. Loud footsteps echoed
from upstairs as Bucky and Steve, still in their pjs (Steve in sweatpants and Bucky in a longsleeved shirt and boxers), raced each other. Steve won, mostly because he literally picked Bucky
up to place him on a stair above him. You two are like children, Natasha sighed as she and Clint
carried platters of food into the living room. They placed it on the table as everyone took their
seats,
Dont mind her, Steve, Bucky, Tony grinned, shes just pissed cuz she interrupted your
morning sex.
Natasha flicked a piece of bacon at Tony, as he and Bruce began to chortle, high-fiving again.
Everyone reached for the food, piling it on their plates, except Tony who was on his eighth cup of
coffee.
Does anyone remember anything from last night? Sam asked, rubbing his forehead.
Yes, Bruce said happily, I remember everything. Want me to tell you?
Everyone groaned,
Fine. Go on, Bucky mumbled. Bruce began retelling the story with a massive smile on his face,
Alright, so, he said, Natasha got into a drinking competition with Maria Hill, and started
talking Russian to the CEO of the National Bank, Bruce thought for a moment, I think he liked
it.
What did I say? Natasha asked.
That youll rip his private parts off and shove them down his throat, Bruce said, I dont think
he understood.
Eh. Not that bad, Natasha shrugged and ate her toast.
Wanda you pretty much passed out straight away, and Sam dragged you around, asking where
should we bury you, until Tony came and put you both to bed, Bruce recalled. Wanda and Sam
groaned, Tony you were actually decent. You didnt pee anywhere or anything.

Oh thank God, Tony smiled.

You did tell Pepper that you want to have her babies, though, Bruce added. Tony winced.
Anyway, Thor got laidI think. There were loads of girls around him feeling his muscles.
I am a God! Thor said with a broad smile. He didnt look like a God in a rumpled shirt, drinking
juice out of a straw.
Clint wanted to fly a helicopter, Bruce continued, but Steve stopped him.
Thanks, buddy, Clint patted Steve on the shoulder.
And then he dragged Bucky into the helicopter and you two made out until someone kicked you
out, Bruce finished.
Oh my God, Steve groaned into his hands, while Bucky smiled and casually slung an arm
around the back of his chair.
Sounds like a great night, he said, and what about you Bruce? What did you do?
I witnessed all of it. Bruce pulled a face, and dragged all of you home.
Did we hold hands when we crossed the road? Wanda asked.
Wanda, the party was here

I took a photograph of me when I was only nineteen

Chapter Notes

I disappeared. I know. I'm sorry.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Day 10 Love Confessions

The first time Bucky told Steve that he loved him was when they were eight. Little Steve was
brought into the Barnes household, crying and shaking and asking for his ma, who was dead.
Buckys mother asked him to take Steve up into his room, give him some tea, and put him to bed.
Bucky was unsure of what to do most of the time Steve was feisty and loud and sarcastic, and
now here he was, a complete mess. But Bucky couldnt blame him.
The brunette took his friend to his room, where he had made a pillow fort, and laid down on the
covers strewn over the floor, listening to Steves sobs and holding his hand. Eventually, the
blondes cries died down to sniffles and hiccups. He didnt say anything, but when Bucky turned
he could still see tears in his red rimmed, blue eyes.
Its alright you know, Bucky lisped. One of his front teeth had just fallen out. He held Steves
hand firmly, Its alright now, you can stop crying.
B-But, Steves bottom lip trembled, my mas gone.
I know. Im sorry, Bucky said, like he heard his mom say. He pulled Steve into a fierce hug,
But you have me and my ma now. And she loves you. And I love you.
Steve burst out crying again, and he didnt stop for a long, long time
***
The second time happened when they were thirteen. Steve was being bullied in the backyard of

the school house by some fifteen year olds. Of course, Bucky ran to help him, and he also got beat
up. Now the two trudged home miserably, heads hung low, rubbing the bruises forming on their
skin. Steve kicked a stone off the pavement angrily. Bucky sighed,
Why do ya always have to pick fights with bigger boys, Steve? he asked. Steve shrugged one
shoulder, embarrassed,
They started it, he mumbled, chin pressed into his chest, hand in the pockets of his suspenders,
and anyway, you didnt have to come save me Buck.
Of course I did, Bucky smiled brilliantly even though his eye was purple, Im responsible for
your punk ass.
Jerk. Steve smiled and pushed Bucky playfully. The brunette stumbled sideways, laughing. The
two stopped by someones house, and stared at each other. Buckys face softened,
Ill always fight for you. You know I love you. He said. Steve frowned, and his cheeks tinted
pink because he knew Bucky didnt mean it in that way. But a boy could hope.
Ill race you home, the blonde said, and took off sprinting before Bucky could respond. Of
course the brunette let him win.
***
The third time happened when Bucky and Steve got their first apartment together. It was a tiny,
cold flat in downtown, but it was theirs. Buckys ma let them take her old, floral couch to add
some color to the bleak interior, and Steve put his paintings up on the walls so it looked homey.
Bucky even motivated some of their friends to come and help them paint the walls kitchen was
white, their room blue, the living room cream.
It was late in the night and the two boys were finishing painting the ceiling in their room. Steve
was balanced on Buckys shoulders, the ladder laid broken in the corner.
Done? Bucky asked.
Almost, Steve stuck his tounge out and painted over the last stripe with a graceful swipe of his
hand. Done! he said happily, and then casually stepped off of Buckys shoulders. The brunette
caught him easily and before Steve could fully appreciate his friends warm body, the brunette
placed him on the floor.
The two boys looked around their apartment, broad smiles on their faces. Bucky put a brotherly
arm around Steve and hugged him into his side,
I love you, he said, grinning at the blonde. Steve ignored the ache in his heart and rolled his
eyes fondly.
***
The fourth time Bucky said it was when Steve was having a heart attack, clutching desperately at
his thin nightshirt, curled up on his bed. Bucky knelt on the floor next to him, Steves asthma
pump in his hand.
Come on Stevie, work with me, Bucky said, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. He
tugged Steve upwards, so the boy was sitting up, breathing rapidly. Stevie, calm down,
Bucky whispered, Breathe with me.

I-I cant, Steve sobbed, free hand curling into Buckys hand. It looked like his heart hurt.
Deep breath, Steve, Bucky said softly. He pressed his hand over Steves hand and heart. He
took in a deep breath and Steve followed, but let it out way too quickly. Its alright Stevie. Again.
And wait until I tell you to let it out, okay?
Steve nodded shakily, his tiny chest heaving. Bucky sucked in air, Steve did as well. They made
eye contact as they held their breath, then slowly, slowly, Bucky let his breath out, and Steve let
his out in a gush, red in the face. He was still panicking, eyes shining with unshed tears.
Its alright, Stevie, Bucky said soothingly. Its all okay. I love you. Breathe with me.
Steves eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at Bucky. His breathing slowed.
Bucky passed him his pump, Steve took it gratefully.
You scared me there, Bucky admitted with a smile.
S-Sorry, Steve said hoarsely.
Its alright Stevie, Bucky messed up the blondes hair, Its alright.
***
Steve. Bucky said desperately, he sounded so heart broken. Steve faced the window, arms
crossed over his chest, lower lip trembling. He couldnt bare for Bucky to see him so close to
tears, Steve. Please just look at me.
Just go. Steve said quietly, voice wavering. Bucky stepped towards him,
Im sorry. You know Im sorry. He said. Steve whirled around to face him, hands clenched in
fists,
Go on! he yelled angrily, eyes watery, Go to your beloved army! Youre a soldier now, then
go. Go on and leave me!
Steve
Dont. Steve flinched away from the hand Bucky suddenly extended toward him. It hurt so
much. Bucky stood there, tears in his eyes, looking devastated, wearing his brand new uniform.
He should be smiling, Steve should be walking him to the station. Instead, the blonde was being
selfish and ruining the day for Bucky. But he couldnt act differently, not when Bucky was
leaving him all by himself. You promised, Steve hissed at him, you promised to take care of
me.
Im trying, Bucky said, thats why Im leaving. So I can earn money. So we can keep this
place, he waved his hand around. Steve looked at the colourful walls, and remembered the day
that he and Bucky painted the ceiling. The brunette had said I love you back then. He didnt
mean it. He never meant it.
I could get a job. Down at the docks, Steve said, suddenly desperate to keep Bucky right there.
You dont have to go.
But I want to. Bucky admitted quietly. Steve froze, I want to be a soldier, Steve. I want to be
brave, I want you to be proud of me.
Proud?! Steve shouted, Bucky I want you to be alive!

Im sorry. Bucky was looking at the floor. A tear rolled down Steves cheek. He stepped away.
Just go, he said hollowly. Bucky looked at him, eyes red rimmed.
I love you. He said.
Leave.
Bucky walked out of the door.
***
For six months, Steve lived alone. He tried to get into the army, again and again, and every time
he heard the same thing, Were sorry but your medical condition is insufficient.
For six months, Steve cried himself to sleep, laying in Buckys bed, wearing one of the brunettes
shirts, pretending that he was bustling around in the kitchen, instead of being out in the cold, hard
war.
For six months, Steve dreamed about finally becoming a soldier. He imagined getting put in the
same place as Bucky, the brilliant smile on the brunettes face when he saw him again.
Christmas came and went, leaving Steve alone in the freezing apartment, with the electricity out,
sobbing into Buckys pillow.
And then, six months later, a knock came to the flats door. Steve crawled out of his dark room
and walked over to the door. He caught sight of himself in one of the mirrors his hair had grown
long, curling around his ears, there were dark circled under his eyes, his skin was paler than ever.
He looked like a pile of bones.
The blonde walked up to the door and pulled it open. He expected a lost stranger, someone selling
something, a beggar.
He didnt expect Bucky, grinning from ear-to-ear, with a five o-clock shadow and a scar on his
jaw. He was dressed in his uniform, a badge pinned to the flaps, a bag was slung carelessly over
his shoulder. Steves mouth went dry.
B-Bucky? he asked in disbelief. Maybe he was still asleep.
Surprise, Bucky grinned, sorry I couldnt make it for Christmas.
Steve threw himself at the brunette with a warning, but the soldier still caught him. Steve clung
onto him fiercely,
Hey to you too, Bucky laughed, his arms coming to wrap around Steves waist. The blonde
started crying.
I-I thought youd never come back, he sobbed.
Of course I came back, Bucky said soothingly. He closed the door behind him, I love you.
Steves heart clenched and he stepped away from Bucky.
Stop saying that Buck, he murmured. It was weird Steve though after Bucky came back the
pain would stop, but it only got worse. Did Bucky meet someone when he was away? A lovely
dame, a nurse? When would he be going back? Was he in love with someone?

Steve wanted Bucky to be in love with him, and every time the soldier said I love you it was like
a dagger to the heart, because Steve knew that Bucky didnt love him like that.
Steve whats wrong? Bucky put the bag down, You dont look so well. Are you sick? He
tried to place his hand on Steves forehead, to check his temperature, but the blonde moved away.
Bucky frowned, Whats wrong Steve? Arent you happy to see me? Steve didnt reply, just
stared at the carpet, hugging himself. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, Are you still
angry that I left?
No. Steve mumbled.
Then whats wrong? Bucky sighed. Steve didnt reply. Bucky stepped closer to him again, and
took it as a good sign when Steve didnt move away, I thought about you when I was away.
Every day.
Dont say that, Steve pleaded, trembling. It was cold.
Steve whats wrong? Bucky repeated, frustrated, Why are you acting like this?
Because you keep saying it! Steve whispered, getting chocked up, You keep saying that you
love me.
Bucky frowned,
I do love you, he said like it was the most obvious thing ever, is it really that wrong?
No its not wrong, Steve laughed humourlessly, but you dont get it.
I dont get what? Bucky asked. Steve bit his lip, Stevie just talk to me. I came back after six
months of war and I just want to see my best friend.
Thats just it! Steve yelled, I dont want to be your best friend!
A beat passed. Silence. Bucky looked nervous unsure. Steves heart thumped in his chest,
Ared-did I do something? Bucky stuttered finally, Did I do s-something? Did I do something
and now you h-hate me
I dont hate you! Steve groaned, God why do you have to be so daft.
Steve what are you trying to say? Bucky asked, confused.
Steve mumbled something.
What? the brunette asked, I didnt hear that.
Steve took a deep, shaky breath.
I love you.
Bucky blinked at him, then raised an eyebrow.
Alrightwell, I love you too? he offered. Steve groaned in frustration,
You dont get it do you?! he demanded, I dont love you like a brother or like a best friend I
love you likelike he broke off, unsure of how to end, cheeks blazing red. Bucky walked up
to him, wrapped his arms around the blondes waist, and kissed him. The kiss was quick, chaste,

but it left Steve wide eyed and breathless.

I love you too, Bucky said with a fond smile. Steves hand travelled upwards, his palm shaking
as he hesitantly pressed it to Buckys face, as if checking if he was real.
Im really glad youre back, he mumbled, eyes filling with tears again.
Me too. Bucky smiled and kissed him.

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Day 11 Getting a pet

Bucky. Steve said, and it sounded like a warning. Bucky blinked at him, playing innocent.
Yes, Steve? he grinned, a dimple appearing in his unshaved cheek. Steve sighed. He was
crouching on the floor of the pet shop, next to a cage with a golden retriever. Bucky had an armful
of a grumpy looking, grey cat. Steve stood up,
Whats that? he pointed to the cat. Bucky shrugged one shoulder,
Its a cat, he said as if it wasnt obvious, his names Captain, Bucky looked at Steve with his
puppy dog eyes (how ironic), do youlike him?
Steve ran a hand through his hair in frustration,
I thought we agreed on a dog, buck.
Bucky pulled a sour face and cradled Captain closer. The cat closed its eyes and began purring,
Yeah but cats are so much better, Bucky explained, remember? There were so many cats in
Brooklyn back in the days
Bucky, there were no cats in Brooklyn, Steve winced, there were stray dogs.
Bucky glared accusingly at Captain,
Dammnit, he grumbled to himself, and then he sighed sadly, so were not getting Captain?
Steve smiled at him gently,
No. Of course we can get him.
But, Bucky bit his lip, you wanted a dog.
Lets get both, Steve said easily. He came up to Bucky and ran his knuckled down Captains
back gently. The cat glared at him, but didnt hiss or jump away, which Steve took as a good sign,
Tony will have a fit.
I know, Bucky grinned again, and it warmed Steves heart. The brunette leaned over and
pecked Steve on his cheek, Captain nestled between them. What will you call the dog? Bucky
looked over at the Golden Retriever. The dog had his tongue out and was staring at the two men,
excited.

excited.
Its a she, I think, Steve said, So maybeWinter?
***
When Steve and Bucky came into the Avengers tower, their new pets in tow, they were greeted
by a fuming Tony Stark, yelling at Clint, who was running around the table to prevent the
inventor from catching him. Bruce was observing him worriedly.
Whats up with them? Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.
Um, Clint got a hamster, Bruce said nervously, pulling his sleeved over his hands. Bucky and
Steve exchanged a look,
Fuck, Bucky breathed. Tonys eyes snapped towards them, bright and angry.
Is that a cat?! he demanded. Winter padded in casually, IS THAT A DOG?!

Round and round I wont run away this time

Chapter Notes
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Chapter 12 Making Out

Steve looked over at Bucky nervously. The brunette was drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette,
sitting on the heated balcony floor next to Steve, his bare feet hanging over the edge. It was a
warm summer evening, the kinds Bucky liked the most.
Whats wrong Stevie? Bucky asked, snubbing out his cigarette. Steve looked away guiltily.
N-Nothing, he stuttered. His best friend frowned and nudged him with his shoulder,
Did something happened? Bucky inquired.
No, its justwell, Steve blushed, II kissed a girl today.
A happy broad smile spread over Buckys lips, but his eyes lookedsad?
Thats great Stevie! Bucky said and reached over to ruffle his comrades hair. How was it?
Steve sighed uneasily.
Wet, he pulled a face. He nibbled on his lip.
and? Bucky prompted. Steve glanced over at him,
She saidshe said I was bad at it, he admitted. Bucky laughed merrily like it was the most
fantastic thing he heard all day. Steve glared at him, What are you laughing at, jerk!? he asked.
Of course youll be bad, Stevie, Bucky snickered, it was your first kiss!
No it wasnt! Steve huffed.
It was too! Bucky stuck his tounge out at Stevie and finished his beer. Steve got to his feet and
walked inside their shabby flat. Bucky followed, still chuckling.
Cut it out! Steve grumbled, Who was your first kiss?
Bucky thought for a second,
Ruth Brown, he said eventually, remember her? She went to second grade with us.

Steve gaped at him,

Your first kiss was Ruth Brown?! he exclaimed. Bucky shrugged and started washing the
dishes. Steve pulled himself up to sit on the counter and watched Bucky do his chore.
So, Steve continued after a moment, how many girls have you kissed, then?
Oh, Steve, if only I remembered, Bucky laughed. Steve glared, Alright, fine, Bucky rolled his
eyes, well, there was Ruth. Then Angela, Sophie, Ann. Daisy, Eva, Katie.
Holy cow, thats a load of girl, Steve said wide eyed.
Yup, Bucky grinned, thats me. Bucky Barnes, kissing girls since 1917.
Steve didnt laugh, just watched Bucky chuckling along happily, washing the dishes. The blonde
fiddled nervously with the bottom of his shirt, trying to gather up the courage to ask. Bucky
finished the last dirty cup, and wiped his hands on the kitchen towel. He glanced at Steve, who
was staring at the floor, bright red.
Cmon Steve, Bucky sighed, tell me whats wrong.
Could you teach me? Steve blurted before he could stop himself.
Teach you what? Bucky asked.
H-How to kiss, Steve mumbled.
You want me to teach you how to kiss? Bucky asked, shocked. Steve winced.
Nevermind. He said quickly, making a move to get off the counter and go die in a hole
somewhere. However Bucky moved to stand in between his legs, hands on either side of the
blondes slim hips. He was smirking.
Alright. He said.
Alright? Steve breathed. Bucky nodded. S-So what do I do? he asked uncertainly. Bucky
took his hands gently and placed them on his own shoulders. Steves small hands automatically
fisted into the material of Buckys shirt. The brunette lightly wrapped his muscular arms around
Steves waist. With the blonde sitting on the counter, the two were almost the same height, which
definitely helped. Bucky smirked at Steve and then leaned forward gently slotting their lips
together. Steve let out a chocked sound and jumped away. Bucky raised an eyebrow at him,
If this is how you acted with that girl then Im not surprised that she thought you were a bad
kisser, he said.
S-Sorry, Steve mumbled, beet red, I just dont know what to do.
Buckys arms tightened around his waist, pulling him closer.
Just relax, the brunette murmured, close your eyes, he instructed, and Steve did so, his long
lashes casting dark shadows on his pale skin. Bucky couldnt help one of his hands travelling
upwards to cup Steves cheek. The blonde leaned into his hand, which Bucky took as a good sign
when he leaned in again for another, quick, chaste kiss. Steve barely had time to register the soft
lips on his and feel the rough stubble against his cheek before Bucky was pulling away. Steve
opened his eyes.

You alright? Bucky asked quietly. Somehow the atmosphere in their tiny kitchen had changed
from light-hearted to more intimate. It made Steve feel hot all of a sudden. He gave Bucky a little
nod, not trusting himself to speak.
Alright, Bucky smiled. Justkind of go with it. He advised.
Mhm, Steve hummed. He just wanted Bucky to kiss him again. The brunette shifted forward
and pressed their lips together once more, and Steves heart fluttered. The kiss was soft and slow,
Bucky moved his lips against Steves and the blonde tried to copy his actions.
The lights flickered and went out. Steve gasped and pulled away.
What the hell? Bucky grumbled.
B-Blackout, Steve said shakily. Bucky pulled away and Steve almost whined at the sudden loss
of heat against his front. It was pitch black in the kitchen. Bucky stumbled around, opening
drawers as Steve got off the counter. His legs were shaking. Bucky produced a candle and lit it
with a match. The kitchen was filled with a soft, warm glow. The brunette turned around,
Well, I better go see what, his voice faltered as he look at Steve. The blondes lips were
slightly red, his cheeks flushed. He was clutching the edge of his shirt nervously, and standing
there looking so, so
Bucky strode across the room and pressed Steve against the counter.
B-Bucky? Steve asked shakily.
The lessons not over, Bucky growled, and the crashed their lips together. Steve gasped as the
brunette gripped his hips. The blonde knew that there would be bruises in the morning, but then
Buckys warm tongue slid into his mouth and at that moment all thought flew out of his brain and
Steve melted against the taller boy, his hands tangling in the brunettes hair.
Bucky kissed him with a raw passion, completely claiming Steves mouth. His big, warm hands
travelled up and down the blondes skinny frame, squeezing his arse or pressing against the small
of his back. At one moment, Bucky hoisted the blonde up and pushed him back onto the counter,
and Steve couldnt help the shiver that ran through him. He pulled away,
B-Bucky wait- he gasped, but the brunette just kissed him again, desperately, like he couldnt
get enough of the tiny blonde. Steve couldnt do much except cling onto the taller boy in front of
him, his legs wrapped around Buckys waist. Bucky broke away so Steve could breathe and
attacked his neck, sucking bruises into the pale skin, kissing and licking and marking.
Bucky, Steve whined, eyes squeezed closed. He couldnt take it, it was too hot, too much, too
fast
The brunette captured Steves lips in his again, in a bruising kiss. Steve knew he should push
Bucky away before the kiss escalated, but he couldnt. It felt so good, having Bucky right there,
kissing him like that.
So he let Bucky snog him senseless, leaving Steve a helpless, shivering, moaning mess.
When Bucky eventually pulled away, the two were breathing hard, and the candle had almost
burned out, Buckys shirt was gone, and Steves one was unbuttoned. The brunette stared at the
smaller boy, as Steve tried to catch his breath, his lips swollen, hair messed up and eyes dark and
half-lidden.

God, Steve, Bucky groaned, voice hoarse, and rested his forehead against Steves bare shoulder.
The sleeve slid further down his arm, revealing more of his pale skin, but Steve didnt care. Bucky
peppered his exposed shoulder with feather-light kisses.
I lied, Steve mumbled.
Hmm?
I l-lied. About kissing a girl, the blonde clarified. Bucky pulled away and looked at him,
frowning.
Why? he asked, brushing Steves sweaty hair from his forehead.
I wanted to have an excuse to get you to kiss me, Steve whispered, looking away. Bucky smile.
I was your first kiss, he said in awe. Steve looked at him shyly,
Wellyes.
Bucky grinned and kissed Steve again, gently this time. The candle went out.

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Day 13 Road trips/Camping

Bucky hummed to himself as his eyes scanned the map in front of him. The stupid cowboy har
was perched on top of his messy locks, making him look ridiculous, especially paired with his
sharp-pattered shirt.
You know theres a GPS in the car, right? Steve asked, raising an eyebrow and sipping on
banana milkshake. Bucky glared at him,
No! he said, we will do this the old fashioned way and it will be romantic, goddammit.
Steve couldnt help the smile that spread on his face,
Alright, alright, he laughed, but lets get back on the road, we need to get there by nightfall.
Fine, Bucky grumbled, I think I know which way to go! he suddenly brightened up and
stuffed the map into his pocket. Come on! he exclaimed, and grabbed Steves hand, tugging him
back into their beat up old van. Bucky was giddy with excitement as he started the car, a bright
grin on his face.
Seatbelts! Steve remembered as Bucky pulled out of the gas station parking lot. The blonde
leaned across his boyfriends lap and grabbed the belt, pulling it tightly across the brunettes body.
Thanks, punk, Bucky said, without really thinking about it. It made Steve smile, even as a wave
of nostalgia hit him. He pressed a quick kiss to Buckys dimpled cheek.
***
The cars engine stopping woke Steve up from his nap. It was dark outside and Bucky was
cursing.
Huh? Steve asked, suddenly alert, whats wrong?!
The engine just died, Bucky explained, Bloody hell. Im calling Stark. A blue light

illuminated the inside of the car as Bucky fought with his phone, dialling Tonys number.
Wait! Steve all but smacked the phone out of Buckys hand. The brunette blinked at him,
Ummaybe we could just call tomorrow. I, he bit his lip, Im kinda tired and I bet the stars
look nice herewherever we are, and I really dont mind staying the night here.
You dont? Bucky asked, surprised, But the resort
Well get there tomorrow, Steve assured, opening his door, now cmon.
Bucky scrambled out of the van just as Steve pulled out the covers, laying it on the roof of the car.
Whaaat are you doing? Bucky asked, looking up at him. Steve grinned, above him the halfmoon shone brightly, and the sky was illuminated by thousands of stars. Buckys breath caught.
Nothing, Steve winked at him and offered him one of his hands, you coming or what?
Y-Yeah, Bucky quickly grabbed Steves hand, and the man easily pulled him up onto the van.
Bucky stumbled a bit, but Steve caught him. Instead of letting go, the blonde held the brunette in
his arms.
Im really glad we did this, he whispered, resting his forehead against Buckys. The brunette
smiled and closed his eyes,
Were meant to be looking at stars, he whispered. Steve kissed him gently.
Id much rather be looking at you.

So pray for me brother, I need redemption

Day 14 - Genderbender

STARK! Steve screamed. Tony casually walked into the room, a cup of coffee in his hand, a
glare on his face. The rest of the avengers crowded in the doorway behind him.
What. The. Hell? Clint asked, eyes wide.

Oops. Tony shrugged.

Oops?! Steve bellowed, OOPS?!
It was meant to be threatening and probably wouldve been if it wasnt for the fact that Steve was
no longer a tall, muscular, strong man. Instead, he was a lean, fuming, furious girl.
What the- Bucky walked in and his step faltered. Steve turned and glared at him. Buck stared,
then burst out laughing. Steves glare intensified.
Oh my God, Bucky wheezed, clutching his stomach. Natasha watched him, and a giggle
escaped her. Soon all of the Avengers followed suit, crying with laughter.
Stop it! Steve screeched, What is this?! Stark, fix it!
Im sorry, I did some experimenting with Mjolnir and eh, Tony smiled sheepishly, Bruce.
Steve whirled on Bruce, who looked terrified.
YOU! Steve fumed, jabbing a slender finger at Bruces chest. His anger intensified when he
realized that he had to look up at him, Fix it.
S-Sorry, Steve, Bruce held his hands up in surrender, Ium, it should wear off
When? Steve demanded.
in a couple of hours.
IN A COUPLE OF HOURS?!
Aw, cmon Stevie, Bucky was grinning, this isnt bad. Think of all the free drinks youll get
tonight.
Shut up! Steve snapped, but the anger left himher. She deflated. Sam came over and put a
comforting arm around Steves shoulders,
Its alright mate, he said, at least youre hot.
Sam.
Sorry, sorry, Sam moved away sheepishly, come on, he grabbed Buckys arm, lets leave the
ladies alone. He winked at the fuming Steve.
***
Natasha finished applying Steves lipstick as Wanda played with her freshly-curled hair.
Is this really necessary? Steve whined, cant I just sit this one out?
No, Natasha said sternly, pocketing the lipstick. She was wearing a tight leather dress, all the
Avengers are meant to be there.
And how are you going to explain some random blonde with you? Steve snorted.
So, Wanda changed the topic, since youre now a girl, are you lesbian? she was grinning.
Steve pulled a face,

Ew. No. He said, I like guys.

So youre straight? Wanda inquired.
Yes. No. Wait, Steve stuttered, IIm not straight Im gay.
Soooyoure lesbian?
No! Steve yelled exasperated. Wanda and Natasha laughed.
Come on, Nat pulled a sulking Steve up, check yourself out and meet us downstairs. She said
cheerfully, and then she and Wanda disappeared through the door, chatting in Russian. Steve
sighed and turned to the mirror, and froze.
First he had to get used to being a massive, bulky man instead of a sickly, thin boy, and now he
looked likethis.
Hesitantly, Steve ran a hand through his shoulder-length, dark blonde hair which curled nicely
around his face. He had high cheek bones and no moustache, his face was smooth and coated in
foundation (yuck), his lips were bright red, and something smoky circled his blue eyes, making
them pop. Natasha forced his now feminine and slightly-muscular build into one of her red
dresses. It hugged all of Steves new curves, exposed some of his chest (yuck, boobs) and ended
above his knees. Steve uselessly tried to tug the short thing down, but every time he did so, more
of his cleavage would be exposed. He groaned.
Yup, definitely gay.
***
It took Steve almost two hours and half a bottle of vodka to find Bucky. The brunette was dressed
in a tight black shirt, and was hiding in one of the dark corners, drinking a can of coke.
Bucky! Steve said, relieved. He was so tired of guys hitting on him. Bucky looked slightly
panicked when he saw the blonde,
Oh. H-Hey Steve, he said, forcing a smile. Steve frowned and pressed closer to his boyfriend.
Whats wrong? he asked, are you alright?
I, um, yeah, Bucky was blushing, a hand on Steves shoulder, as if to keep him-her, whatever,
where he was.
Bucky, Steve glanced at the hand on his shoulder. He bit his red lip, Isis it because of
how I look?
What is? Bucky asked gently.
The way youre looking at me, Steve swayed on his feet, the alcohol hitting him suddenly, like
you dont want me near you.
Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his long-ish brown hair.
Im sorry, he murmured, a hand cupping Steves face, Its justI dont know. I dont want
people to think Im cheating on you.
But me is me, Steve frowned, confused. Bucky cracked a smile,

They dont know that, he quickly looked around and then planted a sweet kiss on Steves lips.
He made a face, You taste like lipstick.
Fine, Steve grumbled, Ill go look for Natasha so we can do some dirty dancing. You stay here
and be a killjoy.
Steve, Bucky pouted. Steve grinned and pressed a quick kiss to Buckys cheek.
Its alright, he said, boobs gross me out too.
***
Despite this, Bucky was still the small spoon later in bed, and Steves girlish figure curled around
him. He could almost ignore the boobs
***
Steve didnt remember falling asleep with the gorgeous, long haired brunette. When he woke up,
red lights flashed in his brain, and he jumped away from the future lying in bed with him.
What, the girl mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. One of her arms was metal, a red
star painted on her shoulder. Steve blinked,
Buck? He asked, stepping closer to the bed. The girl looked over at him, looking tired.
Who else would it be? he asked. Then frowned, what the hell happened to my voice?
Er, Buck, Steve said. He glanced at himself in the mirror, and sighed with relief. At least he
was back to normal.
Just then the door burst open and Tony and Natasha spilled inside. Steve gasped.
Natashas chest was bare, and completely flat and muscled, she wore baggy sweatpants, her red
hair, now shorter, was a messy on her head, and a red beard began to appear on her chin. She was
almost as tall as Steve. Or he. Because Natasha was now a man. Tony, on the other hand, was the
opposite.
He wore a baggy STARK INDUSTRIES top and nothing else, his hair was down to his chin,
choppy and messy, his glasses pushed up to keep the bangs out of his eyes.
We have a problem. He said solemnly.

Its not a picture perfect life

Day 15 Morning Rituals

Steve woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast wafting through the apartment and an empty
bed. It was Saturday Buckys pay day, and that meant that he treated Steve to a proper
breakfast, even though Steve always told him not to.
The blonde struggled out of bed, and his feet hit the warm floor. He wore one of Buckys shirts,
and it was too big on him, reaching his mid-thighs. Sunlight streamed in through the window.
Summer was finally here. Steve enjoyed the warmth as he padded into the kitchen.
Bucky stood at the stove in nothing more than plaid pyjama bottoms, humming a happy tune.
Steve let his eyes wonder over his boyfriends muscular back for a moment.
Oh! Youre up! Bucky turned to face him with a grin on his face. There was a one day stubble
on his face. He was meant to shave it yesterday but, ehem, Steve got him a bit distracted
Morning. Steve said with a lazy smile. He still hadnt woken up properly. Bucky rested his
hands on Steves hips and leaned down to kiss the smaller boy. Steve smiled as Buckys lips
travelled down his neck, peppering his skin with soft kisses. The blonde could feel his boyfriends
stubble rubbing against his sensitive.
Cmon Buck, Steve laughed and tried to push Bucky away. The brunette caught his wrists and
held them. Steve laughed again, while Bucky continued assaulting his neck with feather-light
kisses, Bucky youll burn the breakfast.
Bucky pulled away grudgingly and let go of Steves wrist. Steve stared at him, and his breath
caught caught. He stood in his kitchen, with his boy who loved him unconditionally. Steves heart
threatened to burst with the sudden surge of happiness.
Morning. He repeated breathlessly.
Morning, beautiful, Bucky grinned, eyes twinkling. He kissed Steve again briefly and then
returned back to the stove, leaving Steve smiling in the middle of the kitchen.
During their hearty breakfast, the two argued over stupid things and joked.
Your hairs getting long, Steve said, chewing some toast, youll look like a girl soon enough,
and then I wont have to lie about being straight. He joked. Bucky stuck his tongue out at him,

Whatever, punk, he sipped his orange juice, but youre right. Youll have to cut my hair
today.
Have to? Steve raised an eyebrow and collected the plates. He put them in the sink, I dont
have to do anything, Mr Barnes.
Bucky came up behind him and tried to wrap his arms around Steves waist, but the blonde
ducked.
Ill cut your hair if you catch me! he yelled, running around the table. Bucky grinned and
followed him. Steve screamed as Bucky chased after him, running into the bedroom and ducking
over the bed. He was laughing as Bucky tried to grab him. Thanks to being so small, Steve got
away easily, and led Bucky into the living room. Bucky followed him, but Steve circled round the
couch, getting away.
Aw cmon Stevie, Bucky laughed, trying to grab him, Dont be such a tease.
Steve was grinning, out of breath.
Am I too much for you Bucky? he joked. Bucky lunged and managed to grab Steves hand. He
tugged him roughly towards him, and ignoring Steves laughing protests, wrapped his arms
around the blond securely.
No youre not too much, he said, kissing the tip of Steves nose, Youre just enough.
Steve tried to wiggle his way out of Buckys arms, but the brunette didnt let him get away. He
kissed him and Steve automatically kissed back, relaxing in Buckys arms. The blonde sighed
happily and Bucky smiled against his lips. He broke away,
"I love you," the brunette murmured, brushing Steve's bangs out of his face.
"I love you too," Steve smiled.
Now come and cut my hair.
Steve rolled his eyes but followed him into the bathroom.
Youre so hopeless Bucky.
Thats why I have you, sweetheart, Bucky winked.

I'm so sorry
Day 16 Doing something together (Pranks)

Natasha.
No, Steve said, outraged, do you want to die.
Hmmm, youre right, Bucky agreed, pondering, Tony?
Knowing life, JARVIS is eavesdropping and will tell him if we try anything.
That is correct, Mr Rogers.
Bucky winced.
Okay who then?
Bruce? Steve offered, he wouldnt be that mad
Yeah, Bucky snorted, but the Hulk would.
Oh yeah, Steve sighed, I dont know. Im out of ideas.
The two laid on the couch in silence for a while, thinking. Bucky poked Steve with his toe.
Change your socks.
No way.
More silence. It was dark outside, loud music came from Wandas room (Russian ugh), Bruce
was baking something in the kitchen (again). Tony appeared, said Sup guys and then went back
to his lab with a cup of coffee.
I got it! Bucky said, clicking his fingers.
Go on then, Steve was tired now, after so much time not speaking, on the couch, with Buckys
warmth so close, what is the master prank that we will play on the Avengers?
Were going to pretend to date and see who falls for it, Bucky said with a massive grin. Steve
stared at him. Then he burst out laughing,

Nice one Buck, but nobodys going to fall for it, he said,
What do you mean? Bucky pouted, you doubt my acting skills?
You want to trick an assassin, a witch, a God, two geniuses and a S.H.I.E.L.D agent into
thinking were dating? Steve clarified with a raised eyebrow.
Damn right, Bucky was grinning. Steve high-fived him.
Lets do this.
***
Bucky was sleeping soundly in his room, snoring a bit, and overall being very nice and
comfortable, when the door to his room opened. The Winter Soldier jumped to his feet, the dagger
he always had under his pillow in hand, ready to attack the invader.
Relax, Bucky, Steve rolled his eyes and, ignoring the knife in Buckys hand, plopped his covers
onto Buckys bed, closing the door with his foot.
What the hell are you doing here? Bucky hissed, you scared me. I couldve stabbed you.
Can you put the knife away? Steve sighed and slid into the space by the wall. Hesitantly, Bucky
put the knife on his bedside stand. He stood on the mattress, hovering over Steve who had closed
his eyes.
Sowhy are you here again?
To keep up appearances Bucky, the blonde snapped, if were going out it means we sleep
together.
And have lots of sex, yeah? Bucky grinned. Steves eyes snapped open and he blushed.
Shut up and go to sleep, the blonde grumbled. Bucky jumped under his covers and turned to
face the door. He could feel Steves breath against the nap of his neck, as well as the heat radiating
off of him,
Youre gonna cuddle me or what? Bucky asked impatiently. Steve chuckled, but then plastered
himself against Buckys back. The brunettes breath caught in his throat even though it definitely
wasnt supposed to. Steve wrapped one strong arm around Buckys waist, and interlocked his
fingers with Buckys. He even went as far as kissing the brunettes shoulder.
Night, Buck.
Night, Steve, Bucky breathed. He was really glad that Steve couldnt see his burning-red face.
***
They came down to breakfast hand in hand, fingers interlocked. Steve was surprised at how
easy it was to touch Bucky, holding his hand seemed natural, the touch didnt feel invasiveit
was nice.
Bruce started choking on his green tea when he saw them, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
Are you two a couple? Thor boomed. Steve fought a wince; he forgot that the God might be
homophobic

Yes, we are actually, Bucky said with an easy smile. He squeezed Steves hand, as if to calm
him down. A broad smile spread on Thors face.
Congratulations my friends! he roared, much happiness to you both.
Er, thanks, Steve said, sliding into a free chair. Bucky sat next to him and reached for the toast.
Natasha stuck both of her hands out, looking smug. Clint placed fifty dollars in one of her hands,
grumbling. Tony didnt even wince as he put a small fortune in her other one.
I win, she said twinkling. Bucky and Steve exchanged a look.
You placed bets on us?! Steve asked accusingly. Natasha shrugged,
Maybe.
***
There was a battle, nothing major, just some more of Lokis antics. Thor cursed his brother and
flew to Asgard halfway through. One of the bots that the Avengers were fighting attacked the Red
Witch.
Wanda! Bucky yelled. Sam fly kicked the thing away from the girl, but it was enough to cause a
distraction. One of the bots slashed Buckys side. Steve felt his blood run cold. He chucked his
shield and it sailed through the air, slicing the bot in two.
Without even thinking about it, Steve sprinted to Bucky, who was cursing.
Are you alright? Steve demanded. Bucky touched his side and his hand came back stained with
blood, Oh God. Shit. Bucky I-I Steves voice faltered. His hands hovered over Buckys
wound.
Its alright, dont worry, Bucky said, but he winced.
Come on, we have to get you back to the tower, Steve said, panicking. All he could see in his
mind was Bucky falling out of the plane, tumbling down into the icy nothingness
Steve. Steve. Bucky reached up and touched Steves face with his clean hand, its alright. Im
alright, he smiled. The battle around them ended.
Kiss it better? Bucky asked, and it sounded like a challenge. Steve rolled his eyes and leaned
forward, pressing his lips against Buckys. The kiss was sweet and slow and it made Steves heart
beat faster
Guys! Natasha exclaimed. Steve reluctantly pulled away from Bucky, now is not the time.
***
Are you feeling better? Steve asked. Bucky was laying in histheir bed.
Yes, Steve. For the last time Im fine. The brunette said, exasperated. Steve smiled fondly and
brushed a piece of Buckys long hair behind his ear. Buckys eyes softened.
Steve suddenly pulled himself up on top of the brunette. Buckys brow furrowed.
What are you doing? he asked.

Practicing, Steve said cheekily, and then kissed Bucky gently. Bucky smiled into the kiss.
Please be okay. I want you to be okay.
Well, Im better now that youre here, Bucky grinned and wrapped his arms around Steves
neck. He pulled him back down for another kiss. One thing led to another, and when Clint came
in to ask about something, he found Bucky with Steves tongue in his mouth.
Ah! the agent screamed, covering his eyes, PDA! PDA! and then he ran out.
Bucky and Steve exchanged a look. Bucky giggled and stifled it in Steves shoulder.
Nailed it, Steve smirked, and high-fived his pretend boyfriend.
***
Theyre pretending, Natasha stated, as she, Tony and Clint drank beer in Tonys lab. The two
men nodded in confirmation. The redhead got an evil glint in her eye, bet you twenty bucks that
theyll end up confessing their love for eachother.
Deal. Tony shook her hand.
***
I have no idea whats going on, Bruce admitted. Wanda smirked,
They love each other, yes? she asked.
Wellyeah, Sam admitted. Even he wasnt that blind to not see the looks Bucky and Steve
gave each other.
Then let them love each other, Wanda said. Thor nodded in agreement.
***
Two weeks later, and they were still pretending.
Steve woke up with sunshine filtering in through the curtains. The blonde sat up and stretched,
groaning. Bucky shifted next to him, and Steve just happened to look at him at that moment.
Buckys dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his hair was a mess, a shadow of a smile on
his lips. Subconsciously he reached for Steve, and after finding only his pillow, cuddled into it.
Steve, he whispered breathily. Steves heart clenched, he gently pulled the pillow away from
Bucky and then proceeded to kiss him. Bucky opened his eyes and blinked owlishly.
Hey, he said tiredly with a lazy smile. He pulled Steve down next to him, so they were looking
at each other. Steve didnt say anything, not trusting his voice, and kissed Bucky again. The
brunette snuggled up closer to him.
To what do I owe the pleasure? he asked quietly. Is someone at the door?
No, Steve mumbled.
Are you practicing again? Bucky asked, his eyes closed.
No. Steve leaned forward and kissed Buckys forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose. He placed
a kiss in the corner of his mouth, and then peppered soft kisses down his neck. Steve brushed

Buckys shirt off of his shoulder and kissed his skin.

Steve? Bucky mumbled, confused. Steve pulled back up and kissed the brunette again, whats
up with you today. Steve looked away, not that Im complaining or anything, Bucky cupped
Steves face and turned the blonde to look at him.
I just realized something sall, Steve mumbled. Bucky pulled him closer, smiling,
Oh yeah? he teased, what did you realize.
That Im in love with you, Steve said. Buckys smile widened,
Of course you are, he said, Im amazing. He yawned adorably. Steve kissed the tip of his
nose. This all felt so comfortable, so good, it wasnt awkward or weird.
Arent you going to say you love me too? Steve asked, brushing their noses together. Bucky
rolled his eyes,
I love you too, he stuck his tongue out. Steve kissed him again.
***
Boom. Pay up. Natasha grinned. Tony rolled his eyes and handed her her money. Then they
moved away from Buckys and Steves room.

The shadows on my wall don't sleep

Chapter Notes

This ones kinda dark.

Chapter 17 Apocalypse AU

September, 2034
The good thing about this world; nobody judges anyone anymore. If youre a murderer, if youre
a different skin colour, religion, race, if youre gay or lesbian or pansexual or straight. Nobody
judges you, because nobody cares.
The bad thing about this world; everyones death. Welleveryone except Steve and Bucky.
How am I going to survive an eternity with you? Steven Rogers complained as he and his best
friend walked down the empty road. Cars were parked on either side, dead bodies lying around.
There were no flies to pick at the corpses.
You just will have to, James Bucky Barnes grinned, and continued singing his stupid song.
Since the beginning of the apocalypse two years ago, Steve and Bucky had been the only two
living creatures they saw. Everywhere they looked there were bodies, decaying and rotting,
skeletons and bones. Stray dogs were collapsed on sides of roads, cats and rats and spiders.
Everything and everyone was dead, except for Steve and Bucky. The tiny blonde boy sniffed the
air,
Buck, I think its going to rain, he said, we should find a place to sleep.
His friend agreed, and together they ran across the road. The only noise was their footsteps
slapping against the pavement, the wind whistling past their ears and the distant sound of thunder.
***
The flat they chose was small and cosy. There were no rotting bodies in it, and not unflushed shit
in the toilet. There was rotten food in the fridge though there always was.

Check if they have beer? Bucky asked, plopping down on the couch. A fine layer of dust sat
over the furniture and it came up in a cloud when the brunette sat down. Steve wrinkled his nose,
but he didnt really mind the rotting. He was used to all types of smells, including himself. He
didnt get a chance to bathe very often.
Buckyyy, Steve sang, walking in, a can of baked beans and a can of beer in his hands. The
brunette fist pumped the air,
Hell yeah! he said, grinning. Steve sat down next to him and passed him the beer. He himself
opened the can of beans and began eating it with a spoon he found in the kitchen. Bucky silently
chugged down half his beer and Steve ate half the beans, before they swapped. The beer made
Steve fell a bit warmer.
***
They sat by the window, bundled up in covers. It was getting dark, like really dark. There were
no lights on, no lanterns or planes. No stars or moon, just clouds that lit up with lightning
sometimes.
We shouldve found candles, Steve mumbled as thunder rolled through the world. The rain
started falling, hitting the ground angrily, as if punishing it further. Everything outside was black
and grey.
Buckys hand found Steves under the covers.
The worlds so quiet, he whispered. Steve nodded, a faraway look in his eyes.
I miss it, he admitted, all the noise.
Yeah, Bucky smiled, nostalgically, like cars. And planes. God, what I wouldnt do to hear a
plane again.
Loud fuckers, Steve was smiling, and kids shouting outside, and drunkards stumbling around. I
used to hate the noises.
I know, Bucky whispered, I wish I could hear neighbours, a phone ringing, a TV playing.
Yeah, I wish too, Steve leaned his forehead against Buckys shoulder. The brunette kissed
the top of his head.
***
It was stifling hot the next day.
What is this? Steve complained, its meant to be autumn! Come on!
Bucky laughed,
Last warm of the year, he joked, youll miss it.
Steve stuck his tongue out.
Oh look! he said, pointing, a convenience store!
Awesome! Bucky smiled and sprinted inside. For a moment Steve was alone and the loneliness
gripped his heart. He imagined leaving in this shadow of a world without Bucky, all by himself

You coming punk? Bucky asked. Steve nodded and ran after him.
The inside of the store was musty and filled with dust particles swirling through the air. Bucky
was rummaging through shelves of food, perfectly organized.
Okay. Weve got sweetcorn, peas, mac and cheese, spaghetti meatballs, the brunette pulled a
face, liver. Ew.
Steve laughed and unzipped his bag,
Just put it in. He said. He spotted bottled water, awesome, some drink.
Yeah well need that. Bucky agreed, tossing cans into Steves backpack. Steves shoulders
slumped,
What are we still doing here Buck? he asked suddenly, quietly. He sounded so miserable that
Bucky had to look up. He frowned,
What do you mean? he asked.
I mean, Steve bit his lip, everyones dead, except us. Where are we even going? We dont
have an aim, a point
We could go to the seaside, Bucky offered,
Its almost winter.
The brunette stood up and squeezed Steves shoulder.
Lets just get to the sea and thenand then well see. He smiled tightly.
***
2 weeks later
The two were in someones house. It was a massive mansion, beautiful and white and dead. The
bodies of children laid in the childrens room, and Steve couldnt bear to look at them. So he and
Bucky sat in the kitchen, and the brunette was messing with the record player. He had found an
old Oasis vinyl and was trying to get the thing to work.
Youll break it, Steve grinned. Bucky rolled his eyes, determined,
Even if I do it doesnt matter. Its not like anyone- he broke off when Shes Electric began
playing. Woo hoo! Bucky exclaimed. He pulled Steve off of his stool, I fixed it!
Oh yeah. And now what?
Now you dance with me, Bucky smiled. Steve grinned and let the brunette spin him around the
strangers kitchen, singing loudly and off-beat to the old Oasis song.
***
26 days later
The stars are beautiful, Steve said.
Mhm, Bucky agreed, destroying the moment by chewing loudly on Pringles. Steve gave him a

disgusted look. They were laying on someones roof, looking up at the clear sky. God bless
pringles, Bucky sighed, the only crisp company that doesnt sell air.
Technically they dont sell them anymore, Steve argued, we basically stole them.
Killjoy, Bucky grumbled. A silence settled over the two of them, calm and quiet. So, so quiet.
It was my birthday yesterday, Bucky murmured. Steve sat up abruptly,
What?! No way! he yelled, why didnt you tell me?!
Bucky shrugged,
I dont know. I didnt think it was important. He said, Im twenty-six now.
Oh Bucky, Steve sighed. He leaned over and hugged his best friend tightly. Bucky clung onto
him and started crying, Happy birthday, Steve whispered. Bucky just held onto him.
***
19 days later
Steve why are you carrying a gun? Bucky asked suspiciously. Steve shrugged,
Just in case.
Just in case?
Yeah. Just in case
***
3 days later
Well, Steve said, here we are.
It wa snowing, and there was a fine layer of ice on the beach. Ice particles floated in the grey,
stormy water that stretched on for miles. A dead fish floated on the surface before sinking below.
Some parts of the beaches were littered with dead sea life. Tears rolled down Steves cheeks,
Its kind of beautiful, he admitted, its like its meant to be this quiet. Just you and me and the
ocean.
And that dead seal over there, Bucky added. Steve laughed through his tears. Then he began
sobbing,
I dont want to live like this, Bucky, he whimpered, I dont want it to just be us. Its so fucking
quiet and I cant stand it. I cant stand it just being us two, without a purpose.
Bucky looked hurt,
B-But, he started, I had a purpose. I still do.
What purpose? Steve wiped his eyes.
I was going to make you fall in love with me, the brunette said softly. Steve smiled even as his
tears kept coming.

You did it, Buck. He said, you made me fall in love with you. He turned and looked into his
eyes, I love you.
Bucky kissed him softly.
Please dont make me live like this, Steve murmured.
Were already dead. Bucky replied, opening Steves bag and pulling out the gun.
This will be a good place to rest, Steve said, the sand will cover us soon enough. All those
bodies out there will burn and decay and turn to bones, and those bones will turn to ashes and be
blown away. Nature wins again, He held Buckys hand, we fucked up, Buck. We really fucked
up. Humanity really fucked up. Maybemaybe in hundreds of years life will return. Maybe
theyll get a clean slate, a new start. Maybe theyll do this right.
Maybe, Bucky agreed, smiling. He wasnt crying, he looked happy, see you on the other side,
Steve. He said. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the gun to his temple.
The bang seemed to resonate through the whole world, the only sound. The last sound made by
humans before they were wiped out. The last humans.
Steve watched Buckys body fall to the ground, watched his blood soak the sand and color it red.
It was still snowing, and Steve was glad.
For a moment, just for a moment, Steve was the only living thing in the world. There were no
people, no animals, just this tiny, insignificant human being standing on a beach with his best
friends body. That insignificant human was about to end the human race.
This is how the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper, Steve said. But it wasnt
really, it wasnt ending. Steve was just dying. The blonde turned to the sea. It was dead, devoid of
life, but maybe someday, maybe, goodbye, world. You gotta admit, I put up a good fight. But
Im tired now. So thank you, and Im sorry. Steve whispered. His voice was carried by the wind.
And then he pulled the trigger.

My age has never made me wise

Day 18 Arguing

You think this is funny? Steve seethed. Bucky looked at him, unimpressed, you think going
into battle alone is funny?!
Maybe I do. But thats none of your business, the brunette shrugged. Steve was fuming, hands
clenched into fists, face red,
Youre a real fucking idiot, you know that! he yelled, you have no respect for anyone! Not
even yourself!
Whatever, Steve. Bucky turned to the door, shoving his hands into his pockets. Steve reached
out suddenly and roughly spun his friend around,
Dont talk to me like that! You couldve gotten killed! Why do you always have to do this-
Stop it, Bucky snapped, shaking Steves strong hand off, Im not a boy anymore. Im not a
soldier anymore. Im a superhero. I can take care of myself, Steve.
No you cant! Steve said, exasperated, You didnt see that grenade coming. If it wasnt for
me, his voice faltered.
Oh for gods sake, Bucky sighed, I survived seventy years in HYDRA, you think a grenades
going to kill me?
Something will! Steve exploded, Maybe you aint that abducted soldier anymore, but youre
not invincible!
Yes I am! Bucky retaliated, Im the Winter Soldier.
Yes, and Im Captain America, Steve snorted humourlessly, take away the the strength and the
youth and Im just a sick Brooklyn boy. Take away your strength and youth metal arm and youre
just a soldier in bound to a chair. Take away Tonys armour and hes just an billionaire! Take
away Thors power and hes just a normal man! Dont you see?! he demanded. Bucky pushed
him away, and Steve stumbled backwards,
Why do you always have to be like that?! he shouted, why cant you just tell me I did a good
job instead of pestering me, over and over! I saved them didnt I! I didnt die!
But what about next time?! Steve growled, pushing Bucky into the wall, what about next time
you fucking dumbass? What if the bullet doesnt miss and I wont be there to save you?!

Ill be there to save myself, Bucky hissed, suddenly lowering his voice, I almost died alone. I
was tortured and experimented on by HYDRA alone, his voice rose, and Steve stumbled back,
eyes wideI was sent on an almost suicide mission against my best friend alone. I had to do it all
by myself. I dont need your help. I dont need you!
Hurt filled Steves eyes and it sent a sudden pang of regret through Bucky. The brunettes voice
died in his throat as Steve stared at him. Bucky wanted to fix this. He needed to fix this.
I didnt mean that Steve. Of course I need you, Ill always need you. Please dont leave me , I love
you. I love you so much, dont listen to me Im just being stupid. I wont die, so just
Sorry for worrying. Steve whispered. Bucky couldnt utter a word as the blonde walked out of
the room. He heard the front door slam behind him. Bucky threw himself onto his bed like an
angsty teenager, and started crying. Wanda came in with tissues and smoothed down his hair,
comforting him until Steve came back.

4am beside myself and what I think of mental health

Day 18 - Making up

Steve laid on the couch, facing away from the room, his face buried in a pillow. It was fucking
freezing in the living room, which caused the blondes small frame to shiver. The only light came
from the half-burned down candle that sat on the table, dripping wax onto the wood. Steve fought
the tears. Its been such a shitty day; first it started snowing and their heating went out, which
meant that Steve had to wear all of his (and Buckys) jumpers in order not to freeze to death, and
hed gotten a runny nose as well (so attractive).
Bucky had the brilliant idea to go out dancing that night, to celebrate the first snow. And as
much as Steve hated it, he told Bucky that it was alright. And then Bucky left and the power went
out. Steve was terrified of the dark, which wasnt something many people knew, and after
gathering as many candles as he could with his trembling hands, he set out to try and fix the
problem. Which ended up with him almost passing out in the snow and getting into a bit of an
argument with a street drunk.
When Bucky found him, Steve soaked through all of their warm clothes, and was sporting a
bruise on his cheek. Bucky, a bit drunk, had a massive go at Steve, saying some pretty harsh stuff.
Youre so fucking useless! Why cant you just stay inside!
Youre always getting into trouble, dont you get that youre too fucking small to do anything!
You know how much I wanted to go, its not my fault the dolls dont like you!
When Bucky eventually dragged Steve back inside, the blonde gathered up the covers from his
mattress and went to the living room, where he proceeded to cry. He couldnt stand to be in the
same room as Bucky, who smelled of whiskey and female perfume, and who was angry with him.
Steve knew that it was his fault and that he was an idiot, but he couldnt stand it, he just

couldnt
The door to their tiny living room creaked open, and Steve squeezed his eyes shut. Soft footsteps
padded across the bare, wooden floor, and then a warm hand was untucking Steve covers from
around him.
Scoot up, Bucky said, voice hoarse. He blew out the candle and darkness blanketed Steve. He
sniffed a bit but moved up as far as he could. The bigger boy wiggled his way under Steves
covers. They shuffled around wordlessly, trying to find a comfortable position. Bucky had washed
up and he just smelled like himself now, and Steve was suddenly really glad that he was there.
Eventually they ended up face-to face, with Bucky almost squashing Steve against the couch.
Their legs were tangled under the covers, Buckys arm loosely wrapped around the blondes
waist. It was crowded but warm, and surprisingly comfortable. Steves shivers subsided.
Buckys hand found its way underneath Steves thin shirt (the only dry one left) and started
rubbing circled into his skin.
Im so sorry. He whispered, voice rough. His warm eyes were rimmed with red. Steve smiled,
Its okay, he said quietly, youre drunk, you didnt mean what you said, the blonde sighed,
and even if you did, thenwell, its true. Everything you said is true.
No it-
Shh. Its okay Buck, Steve snaked his arms around Buckys neck and pulled him impossibly
closer, its okay. Its nothing.
No, no, Stevie, Buckys voice slurred a bit, his eyes hazy. He pulled away from Steve to
properly look at him, II dont really remember what I said. Stevewhat did I say?
Nothing. Steve said quickly.
Steve, Bucky pressed their foreheads together. Steve hated when he did that, because it meant
that their lips were inches apart and that if he leaned forward just a tiny bit, he would be able to
kiss the other man. It wasnt like Bucky would remember it the next daythe blonde sighed and
pulled away slightly,
You called me useless, he said. Regret filled Buckys eyes, hey. No. Youre right, Im useless.
Im really fucking useless, Steve laughed trying to lighten up the atmosphere, I cant even fix
the power-
No, Bucky interrupted, no, Stevie dont say that. Dont say that, its not true! Youre an
amazing artist
Steve rolled his eyes,
Yeah, but but thats about it. And I aint even that good.
Yeah you are, Bucky argued, and youre such a good friend, and you stick up for others, and
youre the bravest person I know. Youre not useless.
Steve just shook his head, and muttered whatever you say under his breath, because it wasnt
like Bucky was going to remember it in the morning.
What else did I say? the brunette asked. His free hand found Steves cheeks and both of his

thumbs were brushing the blondes skin in sync, causing his skin to prickle.
Ium, Steve was suddenly feeling really warm, W-Well, you said something about me
being too small to likedo anything? I-I dont remember, he finished hastily, cheeks red in
embarrassment because that one was really true.
Oh. Bucky said. He sounded so miserable that it made Steves heart ache. The brunettes breath
smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. You are small thought, he said, as if just realizing. Steve
laughed,
Well done for realizing, do you want an award? he teased.
I like it, Bucky said, smiling so that his dimple showed. He ignored Steves remark, I like that
youre really small. Its like you fit into my arms perfectly, he mused, and pulled Steve closer as
if to prove his point. Steve stared at him, blushing, while the brunette wrapped both arms around
him.
B-Buck, youre drunk.
What else did I say? Bucky asked, ignoring him and burying his face in the boys shoulder.
J-Just that the girls dont like me, he said.
Well I like you, Bucky whispered, I like you a lot.
I like you too, Buck.
No, not like that, Bucky pulled himself up to look at the blonde. His was looking at Steve
weirdly. He glanced at the blondes lips and his heart started to beat really fast.
Bucky
Can I kiss you? Bucky asked suddenly, casually. Steve swallowed and felt the tips of his ears
heat up.
W-Why?
Because I like you, Bucky said like it was obvious, and I want to say sorry.
Its okay. You dont have to apologize, Steve said quickly and flipped over so that his face was
pressed into the couch.
Steve, Bucky whined. He grabbed Steve by the waist and, ignoring the blondes weak
protests, flipped him over. Now the brunette was hovering above the smaller boy, Dont you
want to kiss me?
Ium, Steves throat felt dry. He didnt want to lie, but he couldnt tell Bucky the truth, Buck,
youre drunk.
Im not that drunk, Bucky pouted. Steve looked up at him. He knew that he should probably tell
Bucky to get off and go to sleep, but he couldnt bring himself to do so.
One little kiss, Steve breathed, almost against his will. Bucky smiled and it lit up his whole face.
He moved to lean on his elbows and then ducked his head. His lips pressed against Steves. It was
a chaste kiss, but it was warm and soft and just really nice. It made Steve shiver, but it wasnt
because of the cold. Bucky pulled away looking like he just won a million dollars,

Im sorry, he said again.

Its okay, Steve whispered, Im sorry too.
Bucky climbed off of him, a bit unsteady, and immediately Steve missed his warmth. But then the
brunette pulled the covers off of the blonde, threw them over his shoulder, tucked the pillow under
his arm and easily picked Steve up, bridal style.
W-What are you doing?! Steve squeaked.
Going to bed, Bucky said innocently, dont worry. Just to sleep.
Okay. Steve mumbled and buried his face in Buckys shoulder.

I'm just a man, a man on a mission

Chapter Notes

Just some fighting.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Day 20 In battle, side by side

Left! Steve yelled, ducking under the arm of the troll. Bucky slashed to the left, effectively
cutting on of the trolls minions down.
Steve! Bucky tackled the blonde to the ground as a war hammer sailed over their heads. Captain
America looked at Bucky for a second, before clambering to his feet and helping his comrade up.
Natasha was running on the rooftops, leading some of the smaller trolls into an abyss. Clint was
running on the parallel rooftop to hers, shooting arrows at the monsters who got too close.
Three trolls charged at Bucky and Steve. They were about eight feet tall, green with boils all over
their disgusting skin. Their eyes were milky green and they were attacking with an assortment of
weapons varying from axes to wooden clubs and rocks. Half of Brooklyn was already in pieces,
crushed by the trolls.
Steve threw his shield like a boomerang, taking out the three trolls. But where they crumbled to
dust, more appeared, roaring angrily.
Thor was summoning lightning down the road, striking down troll after troll, but more kept
appearing.
We need to close the portal! Bucky yelled. Steve nodded,
You go! Ill keep them back!
Bucky nodded and then he was sprinting off. Steve ran after him, smashing trolls as he went. The
Hulk came stumbling out of an alleyway. Mini trolls climbed up his frame but he ripped them off
as if they were bugs and tossed them against walls. A monster lumbered at Bucky, but Clint
pierced it with an arrow before it could reach the Winter Soldier.
Thank God for Clint, Steve said. He was almost on Buckys feet at this point, running
backwards and crushing monsters against buildings with his shield.
How many are there?! he demanded.

Too many! Wanda declared, coming out of nowhere. The air was thick with red around her,
and with a wave of her hand half a dozen trolls decided to take a nice soak in the Brooklyn river.
They perished immediately.
Nearly there, Steve! Bucky called. Tony and Sam were zooming across the skies, plucking up
trolls and dropping them back down from ridiculous heights.
There! Steve called, pointing into an alleyway. A blue whirlpool shimmered against a wall, and
monsters spilled out onto the street.
Great! Bucky grinned and changed course. Steve ran after him, but had to tackle a troll to the
ground in order to clear the path. Bucky stopped running and began shooting everything in sight.
A troll came too close and the Winter Soldier punched it out of existence.
Everyone, Tony spoke through their earpieces, get down to help Cap and Bucky. They have
the portal.
Roger that! Clint summersaulted off a rooftop, still shooting as he went. Natasha followed close
behind while Wanda, Thor and Hulk took the back alleys and Tony and Sam protected them from
the air.
Weve got this! Bucky ripped through a troll, come on Steve!
The two charged into the alleyway, taking out monster after monster after monster.
Shit! Bucky yelled suddenly. Steve glanced over, still smiling over their sure victory.
Bucky stood, a troll behind him, a sharp spike sticking out of his chest. Blood stained his suit and
poured out of his mouth.
B-Buck? Steve asked, mouth dry. An arrow pierced through the trolls head and it disappeared
alongside its spike, leaving behind Bucky with a gaping hole in his chest. The Winter Soldier
crumbled to his feet but Steve managed to catch him before he hit the ground, Bucky?! Oh God,
no
Steve! Tony barked, now is not the time!
But hes dying! Steve yelled.
Close the portal! Natasha screamed through the earpiece.
Go, Bucky said through gritted teeth. Reluctantly, Steve lowered him down onto the concrete
and with a new found strength smashed through the monsters. He saw red, his vision was blurry
from tears, but he continued destroying the trolls. Ash and dust rained around him, but he didnt
care. He knew that somewhere behind him, his best friend was dying, because of these creatures.
Before he knew it, Steve was standing in front of the portal.
How do I close it?! he demanded,
Steve, Wanda spoke, throw your shield into it!
What?
Do it! Bucky croaked through the earpiece. Steve refused to turn round and look at him,
especially since more dark shapes were appearing in the portal. With a deep breath, Steve threw

his shield. It sailed through the air and then disappeared into the portal. The buildings around them
began crumbling, but Steve didnt care. He sprinted back to Bucky.
Buck, he fell to his knees. Bucky was bleeding badly, his breathing laboured, Bucky, dont die
on me. Well get you to a hospital and- Steves voice faltered.
Too late, Buckys smile was stained red. His body flickered and disappeared. The buildings
buried the portal.
LEVEL COMPLETE
Shone across the screen. Dramatic music began playing and a scroll unrolled,
You have done well, Avengers.
However one of yours is dead, and Captain Americas shield is lost. The next step of your battle is
to go to Asgard to retrieve it. Do you agree to continue on your quest?
Press yes! Tony yelled. Bucky chucked his controlled across the room,
Fuck this game, he grumbled, settling into Steves lap. The blonde smiled and kissed his head,
Sorry Bucky, its not my fault you suck
Dick! Natasha and Clint high-fived,
Did you see the mad team work skills we have? the Black Widow asked.
Im gonna get some snacks before the next round, Sam sighed and got up from the couch.
Wanda, thanks for the help with the portal, Steve grinned at the Scarlett Witch.
Am I the only one who bothered to read the instructions?
Yes. Everyone said in unison.
Im not playing anymore, Bucky declared.
You cant play anyway! Tony laughed, youre dead!

Chapter End Notes

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There's you in everything I do

Chapter Notes

Just some dancing and old songs.

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Day 21 Dancing

Bucky came in, humming happily to himself. He chucked his keys into the bowl by the doors and
toed off his dancing shoes.
How was your evening? Steve asked, looking up from where he was sketching their kitchen
table. A random assortment of a rotten apple and a jug of water stood on top of it, ready for the
blonde to transform it into a fruit bowl and a vase of flowers on his paper.
It was alright, Bucky was grinning as he threw himself down next to his best friend on their old,
worn couch.
Just alright? Steve raised an eyebrow, his hands smudging the pencil lines, adding shadows and
a more 3D look to it. Bucky peeked over his shoulder, breath ghosting around Steves neck,
Yeah. You know I like it better when you come, the brunette said. Steve shrugged and shuffled
away from Bucky before his friend could see his blush,
Ya know I cant dance, Buck, the blonde said, snapping his notebook shut, Im going to
sleep.
***
Bucky was making tea from the last of their supplies, calculating in his head how many days they
could go before it was payday. Hed come back from working at the docks tired and sweaty, as
always.

Steve walked into the kitchen. The radio was playing softly in the background, some new jazz
song that Bucky was humming along to.
Finally awake I see, Bucky glanced at Steve with a teasing grin. The blonde rubbed his eyes
and yawned. He shivered a bit, despite Buckys oversized jumper that he was wearing and the
warm socks on his feet.
Bucky glanced guiltily at the last cup of tea, and then offered it to Steve,
Here, you look cold, he said, although he really wanted the tea. But he wanted Steve to be
warm and happy more.
No, its okay, you have it, Steve brushed him off. Bucky produced another chipped mug out of
their cupboard and poured half the tea into it. He then offered it to Steve, who rolled his eyes but
took it anyway, thanks.
The two sipped their drinks in a comfortable silence, listening to the radio. Some color returned to
Steves pale skin.
The song changed suddenly to The Andrews Sisters - Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Of Company B
and Bucky perked up, putting his cup down.
Oh my goodness! he gushed like a little girl, eyes sparkling, thats my song!
Steve just rolled his eyes and, before he had time to protest, Bucky pulled him forward. The
blonde barely had time to put his cup down,
Buck I cant dance! Steve squeaked, but Bucky was already spinning him round.
Cmon! It aint that hard! he was grinning like a child on Christmas day.
He was the top man at his craft, Bucky sang along, one hand holding Steves, the other on the
blondes waist, But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft. He spun both him
and Steve around the kitchen, gracefully, while the blonde tried to not step on his feet, He's in the
army now, a-blowin' reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B!
Steve couldnt help but laugh at how happy Bucky was. He forgot to worry about his clumsiness
for a second, and suddenly he and Bucky were perfectly in rhythm.
See! Bucky was still grinning, you can dance!
Oh shut up, Steve blushed while Bucky dramatically mouthed the lyrics to the song. Steve
stepped away suddenly, his face bright red,
Um. Thats enough dancing I think, he said, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear nervously
and staring at the ground. Bucky gave him a weird look, and then continued prancing around the
kitchen by himself, singing loudly. Steve watched him with a fond smile.
Oh come on Stevie, Bucky whined suddenly, placing both of his hands behind Steve on the
counter, caging the boy in. The blonde raised an eyebrow and Bucky pouted, its no fun dancing
by myself.
Steve noticed how close the two of them were and fought the blush once again rising in his
cheeks. Lately he couldnt help being nervous around Bucky and it was starting to get annoying.
He sighed, and the song changed.

The low, deep voice of Dick Haymes rang out through the kitchen.
You'll never know just how much I miss you, you'll never know just how much I care, Steve
and Bucky stared at each other, only now noticing that their faces were inches apart, and if I
tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you
Um, Bucky, Steve started, trying to push himself away from his friend, but he was trapped.
May I have this dance? Bucky asked solemnly, his smile gone. Steve blinked at him, and then
looked away, face red, hiding behind his hair,
Iu-um, o-okay, he stuttered eventually. He hesitantly took Buckys hand, still not looking at
him. The brunette pulled him forward until Steves was close enough for him to wrap his arm
around his waist. Bucky was staring at the blonde, and it was making him blush even more. Steve
ducked his head and pressed himself closer to Bucky, burying his face in his shoulder.
Bucky smiled softly and interlaced his fingers with Steves. He began leading him around the
room in slow circles, swaying to the music. Steve relaxed against him and smiled when Bucky
began whispering the words, right into his ear.
If there is some other way to prove that I love you, I swear I don't know how. You'll never know
if you don't know now

Im a reckless mistake, Im a cold nights intake

Chapter Notes

I'll never be a therapist.

Day 22 - Gazing into each others eyes

You should try it James, Buckys therapist said, gazing into peoples eyes will make you more
comfortable around them. Trust me!
Bucky didnt trust her. Not one bit.
***
Natasha had the most unnerving green eyes. They were soft like moss that clung to rocks above a
dangerous, fierce waterfall. And although the color was soft, the girls expression was always
mischievous, light dancing around against her iris.
You done yet? Natasha raised an eyebrow, biting an apple. She hadnt blinked for three minutes
and it was really unnerving.
Er, yeah, Bucky shrugged, sure, thanks.
***
Whaaat are you doing? Tony demanded when Bucky leaned across his work table, staring at
him intensely.
Its one of his therapists ideas, JARVIS explained, According to studies looking into peoples
eyes will make them seem more trustworthy.
Oh. Alright then, Tony rolled his eyes, be quick though. I have work to do!
Bucky looked into Tonys eyes. They were a cool brown, calculating but not unfriendly. Bucky
could see his hurt, carefully guarded by a wall that the inventor built. Bucky smiled at him,
Thanks, Stark, he said, before running off.
***

Bruce was sitting opposite Bucky on the couch, nervously, sleeves pulled over his hands.
Um, so what do my eyes look like? Bruce asked nervously. His glasses were pushed into his
curly hair. Bucky smiled at him,
Like the chocolate chips in cookies, he said.
Really? Bruce perked up, a warm smile on his face, thats nice. Then his eyes flashed green,
what about now? he asked lowly. Bucky did a double take,
Err, green beer bottles.
Still pretty cool, Bruce nodded, go look at Thors eyes!
So Bucky did.
Bucky, Thor boomed, tell me. What do you see.
Thor, its not that deep, Bucky sighed, but stared at the other man nonetheless, theyre like
grey-blueish. Like a sky before a storm.
Thor nodded in approval,
What about me? Clint demanded, plopping down in front of Bucky. The soldier directed his
gaze at the agent, cocking his head to the side,
Yours remind me of a galaxy.
But theyre just blue? Clint said, confused.
No. Bucky shook his head, theyre likeblue and green, with a bit of grey
***
So whats this I hear about you gazing into peoples eyes? Steve asked, sauntering into Buckys
room without knocking. The brunette closed his book,
Yeah. Something my therapist came up with, the brunette rolled his eyes, its dumb.
Youre dumb, Steve poked his cheek, sitting at his side. He leaned in, gaze into my eyes,
then.
Bucky gulped but didnt want to turn the offer down, in case Steve figured out that something
fishy was going on.
Okay. The brunette shrugged, trying to act casual. He gazed into Steves blue eyes.
Steves eyes were a clear blue; like a bright winter morning when its freezing outside but the
suns still shining. They were the color of the walls in Buckys and Steves apartment back in
Brooklyn in the 40s. They were intense, and full of sadness and misery and pain. Full of sorrow
and regret, but so caring and soft and warm at the same time. So full of love.
Bucky was staring, but at least he had an excuse to do so.
And? Steve asked quietly, unconsciously leaning in closer, what did everyones eyes remind
you off?

N-Nats were like moss, Bucky said shakily, eyes still glued to Steves, Tonys were kinda like
a brick wall, Bruces were like c-chocolate chip cookies and b-bottles of beer, Steve leaned in
even closer, and his blue eyes flicked to Buckys lips before looking up again. Bucky swallowed,
feeling his face flush, Thors were l-like the sky, a-and Clints like a galaxy.
And mine? Steve mused.
L-Like a winter morning. Bucky tried to stop his hands from shaking, what about me? What
do my eyes remind you off?
Steve just smiled,
They remind me of home, he whispered, and then leaned forward to kiss Bucky.

'Cause after all this city never sleeps at night

Day 23 Birthdays

Steve walked into their flat after a long day of helping out at the bakery. When he left in the
morning, Bucky was already out at the docks, so Steve didnt get to see him.
For once their flat was warm and dry. He seriously loved July, not only because it wasnt cold
outside, preventing him from getting sick, but also because it meant that it was his birthday month.
And his birthday meant that his frail body survived one more year.
Bucky walked into their tiny Livingroom with a bright grin on his face. Steve put down the slice
of cake he got at the bakery and then he was being tackled into a bear hug by his best friend.
Happy birthday ya punk! the brunette said, squeezing the life out of Steve, who was laughing.
Thanks, jerk, he said when Bucky pulled back. The brunette stood back and looked at Steve,
smiling.
I cant believe youre actually twenty one, he said. Steve smiled, and shrugged,
Yeah, I know.
Buckys eyes softened and he pulled Steve into another hug, this time gentler, cradling Steve close
as if he was something precious.
Im sorry I didnt get you a present, Bucky murmured, but he wasnt sorry at all, because he
knew that Steve hated presents. The blonde hugged him back fiercely,
Its okay, he said. Bucky kissed the top of his head,
Cmon, I made dinner. He said, pulling Steve towards the table.

Let me wash my hands, first! Steve complained, and somehow managed to twist his way
around Bucky, sprinting to the bathroom. When he got back, he and Bucky sat down at their old
table and dug into the two bowls of spaghetti that Bucky made.
This is heavenly, Steve moaned, I freaking love you.
Bucky smiled and looked at his food,
Yeah, love ya too, punk.
Before Steve could say much else, there was a knock on the door.
Whos that? Steve asked, frowning. Bucky shrugged and walked to open it while Steve took the
dirty dishes to the sink.
Hey, Steve! Bucky called and Steve walked back into the Livingroom. At the door stood Peggy
Carter and Howard Stark.
Happy birthday, little man! Howard said, enveloping Steve in a massive hug and patting him
heartily on the back,
Thanks, Howard, Steve said with a small smile. Peggy stepped forward with a smile and kissed
the blondes cheek, I didnt know you guys were coming.
We were in the neighbourhood. Howard shrugged and just then Steve noticed the massive bag
he was holding. The man tossed it at Steve, who barely caught it, we didnt know what you
wanted so we got you some random stuff. He sang. Steve blushed and opened the box. He spied
some books, colouring pencils, pastels, paint and a new sketchbook, alongside new shoes and a
sweater.
Howard! Steve gaped, how much did this cost?!
It doesnt matter, Howard ruffled Steves hair with a smile, now! Peggy brought wine!
That I did, Peggy produced a bottle, Bucky! Would you do the honours?
Gladly, Bucky smirked.
Later, when Howard and Peggy left, Steve snuck into Buckys bed.
Hey, there, Bucky said, waking up at once. It was dark in the room, and stifling hot, so Bucky
slept without his covers. Or his shirt. Steve cuddled into his side, and the brunette slung an arm
around his waist. Happy birthday, he said, again, kissing Steves forehead.
***

Happy birthday, Rogers! Timothy Dum Dum Dugan roared, bright smile on his face, as he
handled Steve a bottle of whiskey.
Thanks, man, Steve grinned. He was still getting used to his new life; his new, large body, his
new army friends. The fact that he wasnt in his hot apartment in Brooklyn right now, but in a tent
at a camp.
How old are ya turning, Cap? Gabe Jones asked, handing Steve a packet of cigarettes, even
though the blonde didnt smoke,
Twenty three. Steve said, feeling a bit awkward from all the attention. Most of the soldiers were
gathered in his tent, singing and drinking as the radio played loudly in the background. Steve sat,
surrounded by his squadron.
Man, I wish Bucky was here, Jaques Dernier sighed, taking a sip from his bottle of beer. Steve
flinched,
Oi! Shut up! James Falsworth said, whacking him upside the head, well get Bucky back.
Yeah, sure, Jim Morita snorted. Everyone glared at him, I mean, we will! We will!
Later, when all the soldiers went to their own tents, and Steves tent-mates were asleep, Captain
America remembered his twenty first birthday, the night in his boiling Brooklyn apartment, with
Buckys arms around him.
***

Give it up for Captain America, whos turning one hundred and two today! Tony roared into
the microphone and the massive crowd gathered in the Avengers tower cheered. Steve quickly
snatched the mike off of Tony,
Actually! Im turning twenty four
hes turning one hundred and sixteen, my bad! Tony snatched the mike back and grinned at
Steve. He then whispered to him, youre Captain America, they dont care how old you are,
before walking off the stage and disappearing in the crowd, presumably to get more drunk than he
already was. Steve sighed, smiled at the crowd, and then also disappeared amongst the people.
His head pounded from the loud music, and the hundreds of happy birthday! s screamed in his
ear. He weaved his way among the people until he made it to the staircase, and sneaked away to
his dark room before anyone realized.
At times like these, Steve was really glad for the soundproof walls. He collapsed on his bed and
then turned to face the stack of meaningless presents that he got from fans, as well as the stuff he
got from the Avengers, all illuminated by the lanterns from outside.
Nat got him a really nice, brown leather jacket that reminded him of the old times, Bruce got him a
potted plant (bit random but it was cute), Clint got him a hilarious t-shirt with Steves own face
on it and Captain Americas no.1 fan written on the back. Tony bought Steve an island (great)
and Thor just gave Steve flowers, still not too sure on the Earths culture.
Steve sighed and closed his eyes. He loved his friends, but sometimes they were a bit much.
The door opened and noise spilled in from outside, before the door was shut again quickly. Bucky
was standing there, smiling.
Happy birthday, punk, he said.
Thanks, jerk, Steve smiled and scooted up against the wall so Bucky could lie down next to
him. The air con was on, so Steves room was pleasantly warm, but not too hot, like his old flat in
Brooklyn. Still, Bucky slung his arm around Steves waist and smiled.
Sorry I didnt get you a present. He whispered.
Its okay, Steve said.

Pray for me brother

Chapter Notes

Steve's being himself. Kind of.

Day 24 With cat ears

"Steve open the damn door," Bucky sighed, leaning his forehead against the wood.
"No!" Steve mumbled, but Bucky could hear him perfectly through the thin walls of their flat.
"Why not?"
"T-They injected me with something weird...said it was a mixup but...," Steve sounded like he
was about to cry.
"Steve, just open the door and let me help," Bucky commanded, sudden worry flooding him.
What if Steve was hurt...
"Promise not to laugh?" Steve whispered.
"Promise." Bucky said. The door creaked open really slowly. Steve appeared in the semi
darkness, staring at the ground, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his pale cheeks. He
looked pretty normal, in one of Bucky's rumpled jumpers with his hair moved to one side.
Except there were two furry, honey blonde ears poking out from the top of his head.
"Oh my God."
"I'm a fucking cat," Steve whined. There were tears in his eyes, "Bucky, I'm a fucking cat."

Bucky stared at him, his cheeks growing red.

"Y-You're adorable," he spluttered eventually. Steve glared at him,
"If you laugh I swear to God..."
"I won't! I won't!" Bucky raised his hands in surrender, "so what do we do now?"
"I want milk," Steve mumbled.
"We don't have any milk," Bucky informed him,
"I want milk." Steve said stubbornly.
"Stevie, it's the middle of the-" Bucky cut off abruptly when he saws Steve's glare. He sighed,
"fine. I'll see if Mrs Wilson has any. Wait here, don't go anywhere."
***
When Bucky came back with a glass bottle of milk and an apple pie (Mrs Wilson loved to feed the
boys) he found Steve curled up on their tiny couch, hugging his face into Bucky's sleeping shirt.
"What are you doing?" Bucky asked.
"Everything stinks," Steve mumbled, curling himself into a tighter ball, "everything except your
stuff. Your stuff smells really nice."
"I brought your milk," Bucky said, ignoring Steve's remark. He passed it to the boy who snatched
it up and gulped it down hungrily. Bucky watched as a droplet of the white liquid sneaked its way
out of Steve's lips and slid down his chin.
Bucky gulped, suddenly feeling really weird.
Steve put the bottle down, and then climbed into Bucky's lap.
"W-What are you doing?!" Bucky spluttered.
"I'm cold. You're warm. Shut up," Steve grumbled. Apparently he was even more moody as a cat.
Bucky tensed as Steve curled up on his legs, pressing his face into the crook of the brunette's
neck. After a second, Bucky hesitantly wrapped his arms around Steve, pressing him closer to his
chest. It actually felt kind of nice.
And then Steve started purring.
"Fuck." Bucky said under his breath.
"What?" Steve grumbled.
"Nothing." Bucky said quickly. He looked down at Steve, "can I touch your ears?"
"Go on then," Steve's eyes fluttered closed. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. Slowly,
Bucky brought his hand up to touch Steve's cat ears.
They felt like normal cat ears, warm and kind of weird, with a nice, soft layer of fur on top of
them. Bucky smiled despite himself and ran his hands through Steve's blonde hair before rubbing
the base of one of his ears. Steve started purring again and pressed himself closer to Bucky,
smiling happily.

"Steve. Are you going to fall asleep?" Bucky asked quietly.

"If you keep rubbing my ears I will," Steve yawned. Bucky dropped his hand and the blonde's
eyes snapped open. He glared at Bucky.
"What?" Bucky asked innocently, "I'm not gonna rub your ears all damn night."
"Fine then," Steve grumbled. He tapped his cheek with his finger, "gimme a kiss then."
"A kiss?" Bucky raised an eyebrow. Steve blinked at him, his eyes sleepy, his ears twitching. The
brunette rolled his eyes but leaned forward in order to brush his lips against Steve's cheek.
The blonde turned his head so that his and Bucky's lips met. Bucky sucked in a startled breath and
Steve wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, holding onto him tightly. After his initial shock
passed, Bucky found that he actually enjoyed kissing Steve, so he rested his hands on Steve's tiny
waist and licked his way into his mouth.
"None of that now!" Steve pulled away. His eyelids dropping. He settled back down into Bucky's
lap, pressing his face against the confused brunette's shoulder, "and now, rub my fucking ears
Bucky."

Just wouldn't settle in

Day 25 - Sick Fic

Steve finished his first coffee. Tony finished his eighth. The blonde rubbed the back of his head,
"Has anyone seen Bucky?" he asked.
"He's not up yet, I think," Wanda said. Steve frowned; usually Bucky waited for him in the living
room early in the morning so the two could go for their run. This morning, Steve thought that
Bucky might've been too tired, and when he didn't show up, he went by himself. And now he was
worried - Bucky never slept for this long.
"I'll go check up on him," Cap said to the rest of the avengers, and then climbed the stairs up to
the second floor. He walked slowly to Bucky's door and then knocked. There was no reply so
Steve just opened the door.
"Bucky?" he asked, directing the question at the figure under the pile of covers, "You alright,
buddy?" Steve frowned when he heard a sniffle, and the gently sat down on the edge of the bed.
He tentatively reached out to touch where he assumed Bucky's back was.
A hand shot out and grabbed his. The skin was sweaty and burning hot and feverish.
"Steve?" Bucky croaked, his face peering out from beneath the pillows. He looked paler than
usual, and ushaved. His eyes were red and so was his nose and cheeks. He looked sleepy and
unfocused.
"Are you sick?!" Steve asked, pressing a hand to Bucky boiling forehead, "Ah, shit, you're
burning up."
"'m fine," Bucky protested, but Steve was already fusing over him. He made him sit up and then
called Bruce up to check on him. The Doctor touched his forehead and measured his blood
pressure and then decided that it was just a cold; some fever and a runny nose. Tony found some
antibiotics and Bucky took them, grumbling, before lying back down to sleep. "You can go, you
know," the brunette huffed. Steve was sitting on one side of the bed, reading a book.
"No," he said, "I want to make sure you're alright."
"I'm just gonna sleep, ya punk," Bucky sighed.
"Then sleep," Steve rolled his eyes and then added, "punk."

***
Steve must've dozed off because the next thing he knew was that he was bolting upright, woken
by Bucky's coughs.
"Buck?" he said, turning the other man over onto his back, "Buck?! Are you okay?"
Bucky stopped coughing and blinked sleep out of his eyes,
"What? Yeah," he waved Steve off, "I'm fine."
"I'm worried," Steve hovered over him, unsure what to do. His expression was soft, but there
were frown lines between his brows. Bucky reached out and smoothed them with his burning
fingers.
"I'm a bit cold," Bucky admitted. "Can you cuddle me?"
"Yeah, alright," Steve said. He put his book to the side and slipped underneath the covers. Bucky
immediately turned his body toward the blonde, pressing his face into the crook of Steve's neck
with a content sigh. Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around Bucky, pulling him close. It was
like hugging a portable heater, but Steve didn't mind.
Bucky sniffled. Steve kissed his forehead. Bucky froze.
"W-What are you doing?!" he breathed.
"Er...checking your tempature," Steve said quickly, panicked. He didn't mean to do that - it was
just that Bucky was so close and so warm and Steve just wanted to touch- "you still have a fever."
"Oh." Bucky mumbled, lips brushing against Steve's neck accidently. The blonde surpressed a
shiver,
"How are you feeling?" he asked, voice coming out a bit hoarse. Bucky shrugged,
"My throat hurts. And my head," he said, snuggling closer to Steve. "Can you check my
tempature again?"
"Um...," Steve looked unsure, "Okay?" He hesitantly leaned down to kiss Bucky's forehead, but
the man was faster, shooting up so that Steve ended up kissing him on the lips. Bucky grinned
wickedly when Steve squeaked,
"So, doc. Do I still have a tempature?" he asked.
"I...um...e-er," Steve stuttered, face red, arms still full of Bucky. The brunette smiled,
"Right." He grinned, "night, doc," he said, snuggling back against Steve. The blonde sighed, not
knowing what to make of the whole situation, but then he just decided to fuck it, kissed the top of
Bucky's head and fell asleep.
***
In the morning he woke up with a blocked nose and a sore throat, and Bucky was fine.

This is the New Year

Day 26 - New Years

"Woohoo!" Bucky screamed into the chilly night air, arms spread wide, a bright grin on his face.
A firework exploded over his head, illuminating his face red and green, and Steve smiled, taking
another sip out of the cider bottle he was holding. Bucky looked wild, with his short, wavy hair a
mess on top of his head and his bright eyes twinkling in his handsome face. He didn't just look
wild, he was wild, the wildest person Steve knew.
And the kindest and most gorgeous and bravest...
Steve averted his eyes, not wanting his best friend to catch him staring. He seemed to always be
staring nowadays. Bucky climbed down from where he was standing on the balcony, and lowered
himself to sit next to Steve, his legs sticking out from between the holes of the iron balustrade. The
brunette grinned at him,
"Lighten up, Stevie," he ruffled the blonde's hair, "it's the new year! Another year we've been
together, ain't ya happy?"
"Yeah," Steve offered him a smile, "I'm happy, Buck." he said. Bucky's eyes softened and he
reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette.
"Last one. Wanna split it?" he asked. Steve shook his head,

"Nah. You know I hate the taste it leaves in my mouth," he said, breath making a cloud in the
freezing night air without the help of the smoke. Steve smiled a bit sadly, feeling nostalgic for
some reason. Tonight was meant to be a wild, crazy night, and instead it was quiet and calm. Only
Bucky was wild, but then again, he always was. It was a quiet goodbye, even with the fireworks
exploding overhead.
Steve watched, out of the corner of his eye, as Bucky lit his cigarette. He was clean shaven, hair
slicked back, out of his face. His dark eyes twinkled as he produced a box of matches from his
pocket and lit one. For a second Steve's breath caught and he swore that Bucky's eyes were
brighter than the lights in the sky, but then the flame died down, leaving only the tiny embers at
the end of Bucky's cigarette. The brunette inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering closed. Steve looked up,
at the night sky, and saw the cloud of smoke travel upwards until it dispersed.
A champagne bottle popped somewhere down below, and laughter rang out. Bucky opened his
eyes and took another drag of the cigarette. Time seemed to slow down, or maybe it was just
Steve's brain, desperately trying to prolong the night. He wanted it to last forever and he dreaded
what dawn would bring. The blonde blinked back tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks,
not wanting to ruin the few precious hours that he and Bucky still had together. The boy took a
gulp of the beer in his bottle, enjoying the bitter taste and burn as it travelled down his throat.
"Don't be greedy," Bucky said, and pulled the bottle out of Steve's hand, taking a gulp himself
while holding his cigarette in his free hand. Steve rested his forehead against the cold iron in front
of him. Bucky placed the beer bottle in between them and the blonde didn't reach for it again.
"How much time?" Steve whispered, not being able to stand it anymore. Bucky glanced at the
watch on his wrist,
"Two hours."
"Oh."
"Steve-" Bucky started, and his voice faltered. Steve forced a smile and then took the cigarette
from Bucky's hand, taking a drag. He began coughing, the smoke burning his throat, his eyes
watering. He covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezed shut, while Bucky cracked a
smile and patted his back, taking the cigarette back and finishing it quickly.
The beer was done as well, Steve took the last sip. The two sat there in silence and Bucky
dropped the butt of the cigarette down. It sailed through the air and magically the embers of the
fire reminded lit as it smashed against the pavement below. It spluttered and died. Steve stood up
and walked into the kitchen. He went to the fridge. A song was playing softly on the radio, as
Steve reached for the tub of cheap ice cream that he and Bucky bought for tonight. He grabbed
two spoons and came back out onto the balcony.
Bucky switched positions, now facing the inside of their flat, his back against the railing. Steve sat
down next to him, stretching his legs out in front of him. He held the ice cream tub in his lap and
wordlessly offered Bucky a spoon. The brunette took it and Steve pried open the tub, revealing
the vanilla goodness underneath. Bucky had the first spoonful, scooping it into his mouth. Steve
didn't look at him as he too ate a spoonful. It tasted watery in his mouth, tasteless, but Steve didn't
care. Not now.
They finished the entire tub in the next half an hour, neither of them speaking. By the end, Steve
was shivering, feeling as if an ice cube had appeared in his chest. He hoped he didn't get a cold...
"We should go inside," Bucky offered finally.

"I thought you wanted to see the fireworks," Steve said.

"No," Bucky shrugged, "'s alright. I saw them already, now come on, punk, before you freeze to
death. I bet the neighbours opposite can see your shivers."
Steve rolled his eyes but stood up and followed Bucky inside the flat, shutting the door to the
balcony. Bucky sat down on the couch. It was old and battered but neither him nor Steve wanted
to get rid of it. It faced the empty, cracked wall, because the two never saved up enough to buy a
television - the money was always needed for something else like medicine or to fix the crack in
the ceiling or food...
Steve flicked off the light and sat down on the couch, next to his best friend. The brunette
wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him towards him, so Steve's face was pressed
into the crook of his neck, knees resting on Bucky's legs. Steve closed his eyes, enjoying the boy's
warmth, probably for the last time. Bucky exhaled.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into the darkness.
"Don't be," Steve's words were almost drowned out by the firework explosion outside the
window. Bucky pulled him closer.
"You know if I could...I'd...you know...," he tried, unable to find the words. Steve took his hand
and squeezed it.
"I'm not angry." He said, "It's okay, I understand."
Bucky sighed, but he didn't say anything, instead resting his cheek on top of Steve's head.
"We'll get a TV," he said.
"Okay," Steve smiled slightly,
"We will." Bucky said determinedly. Steve could feel his heartbeat and he pulled away,
"You should start getting ready." He said, not looking at the brunette.
"Yeah," Bucky agreed, gingerly standing up and walking into the bedroom. The lights were still
off and in the dark Steve felt safer as tears pooled in his eyes. But the time still wasn't right. The
boy rubbed his eyes furiously and then stood up, flicking the light on. In the brightness his tears
disappeared quickly. The boy busied himself with re-arranging all the bits and pieces around the
living room, changing the order of things on the table, washing the two mugs that he and Bucky
drank from hours earlier. The door to the bedroom opened and Bucky came outside,
"So?" he said nervously. Steve looked up. Bucky was wearing his dark green uniform, complete
with the hat. "How do I look?" he asked, smoothing the fabric down. Steve bit back his tears,
"Wonderful," he said sincerely, "like a real soldier."
Bucky offered him a crooked grin. It was lightening outside - dawn was finally here. Where did
the time go? The twenty three years with Bucky? Steve wondered. It was just a blink of an eye
and Steve always took the brunette for granted.
It was always Bucky and Steve, Steve and Bucky. And now it was just Steve...
The blonde shrugged on his coat, refusing to cry. He switched off the radio, cutting it off midsong. Silence descended on their flat and when Steve turned the light off it wasn't dark anymore,

the light pink hue coming out outside. It was over. It was the new year, the first year without
Bucky.
"Let's go," Steve said, voice rough, and pulled his shoes on. Bucky did the same, and grabbed his
bag, slinging it over one shoulder. He opened the door and held it ajar for Steve, who walked out
into their cold corridor. "You've got everything?"
"Yeah," Bucky closed the door. His hand lingered slightly on the wood, and Steve saw the
sadness in his eyes. And then they were running downstairs, feet thudding against the metal,
probably waking up all the neighbours.
Outside Brooklyn seemed to be asleep. Mist snaked itself around Steve's and Bucky's feet as they
hurried through the alleyways, all those alleyways that they once fought in. Steve smiled. He
already missed it, even with Bucky still at his side. As if sensing his sadness, Bucky took Steve's
hand in his. And it was okay - nobody was outside except the two of them. Nobody would see.
The station was more crowded, with soldiers and their sweethearts and their families, and Bucky
regretfully let Steve go. The blonde went with him as far as the train, a bright red monster easing
smoke onto the station, ready to snatch Steve's Bucky away. The blonde hated the thing and he
hated the uniform. His hands clenched into fists.
"Steve. You're gonna catch a cold," Bucky told him.
"I want to see you off," Steve said, throat tight. Soldiers were stepping onto the train now, it was
almost over. A dark skinned man ran up to Bucky,
"James!" he exclaimed happily, clapping the brunette on the shoulder. Bucky brightened up,
"Gabe!" he pulled the man into a hug, both of them laughing. Something clenched inside Steve.
What if he forgets about me? he thought.
"Steve!" Bucky said, "this is Gabe Jones, he's in the army too. Gabe, this is Steve Rogers, my best
friend."
"Nice to meet ya!" Gabe grinned and shook Steve's hand. The blonde managed a smile,
"Take care of him, alright?" he asked. Gabe's smile widened,
"Of course I will!" a whistle came up from the train, "we should get on."
"In a minute," Bucky said. Gabe nodded,
"Alright," he ran down, then he turned, "Happy new year Steve!"
Steve waved at him, then he turned to Bucky. The brunette pulled him into a fierce, bone crushing
hug, arms wrapped around Steve tightly. The blonde hugged him back just as hard, face buried in
Bucky's shoulder. Bucky kissed his cheek, carefully, so nobody saw. Steve's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait for me, Steve," Bucky pulled away to look into Steve's eyes. The blonde smiled,
"I will, don't worry you jerk."
Bucky glanced down at Steve's lips but it wasn't the right place, too many people. Steve pulled
away,
"See ya soon, Buck."

"See ya soon, Buck."

"See you," Bucky murmured, his eyes saying so much more, even though he couldn't.
I love you.
Steve watched Bucky jump into one of the carriages, and he hugged himself. Minutes later all the
soldiers disappeared inside, leaving behind sobbing dames. Steve watched the train pull out,
spewing smoke, and disappear around the bend.
Steve trailed home, up the street that was slowly waking up, then back to his flat and up the stairs.
He opened his and Bucky's flat door, just his now, and dropped the keys into a bowl. The
apartment was quiet and cold. Steve's beer was still out on the balcony, alongside the empty ice
cream bucket and the two spoons. Steve walked into Bucky's room and as the sun began its
ascend, he laid down on the brunette's bed, huddled in his covers, staring at his wall, and Steve
cried.

Hey there Delilah

Day 27 - Reunions

The smoke was irritating Steve's nose and eyes and lungs, and it was just irritating him. Steve's
mood was already pretty shit, but then again, it has been for the past two years. Yup, two years
and Bucky fucking Barnes was still not dead. The fucker wasn't dead, of course he fucking
wasn't, but he wasn't home, thinking his shitty letters would keep the chill out of the flat and dry
Steve's tears. Fucking twat.
Yeah, Steve was in a pretty shit mood since Bucky left. The blonde sighed as he climbed the
unstable staircase to his flat. He opened the door and toed of his shoes and dropped the shopping
bag off in the kitchen, before he realized something was wrong. Something was really, really
wrong. Steve froze and slowly scanned the dark flat - he felt someone presence there, but it was
hard to pinpoint.
Steve's heartbeat picked up and he felt his hands begin to sweat. He thought that maybe it was a
good idea to inch his way back to the front door and run off, call the police, but then he decided
against it. Either he was just being paranoid and he'd only make a fool of himself, or the someone
in his flat already knew he was there. Steve swallowed and flipped the radio on to give himself
some courage. Nothing was as scary with some Elvis Presley...
Steve noticed the baseball bat in the corner of the kitchen and he quickly grabbed it before
walking out into the dark living room.
"H-Hello?" he called, voice shaking. The shadows on the walls looked terrifying, grotesque,
twisted, it didn't look like home. Steve felt panic grow in his heart and then...
And then one of the shadows shifted and Steve swore he had a heart attack. He froze in place, his
baseball bat lifted slightly, but the fear kept him rooted to the carpet. There was someone in his flat
and Steve was too skinny and weak to defend himself. When Bucky came back - if - he would

find the apartment looted and Steve dead. But why would anyone want to break into this flat?!
Steve thought as the shadows came closer, there was nothing valuable in his flat.
And then the shadow gently took paralyzed Steve into its arms. The bat clambered out of Steve's
hands and everything clicked. There were no signs of a break in inside the flat and the only other
person who had keys...and then there was that smell; cheap cologne and beer and sweat and mint.
And those arms, strong but gentle, aware of the damage they could inflinct on Steve's weak body.
"B-Bucky." Steve whispered, awestruck and unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.
Bucky was home.
The brunette's arms squeezed him slightly,
"I'm home, Stevie."
Steve stumbled away from his roommate and ran to the lightswitch. The second light flooded the
livingroom the blonde realized that yes, indeed it was Bucky. There was a small scar near his eye
and he had a two day stubble on his chin and cheeks and he was wearing his uniform and his hair
was slightly longer but it was Bucky.
Without a warning, Steve threw himself at the man and Bucky caught him with a surprised
sound.
"You're home, oh my God, Bucky you jerk," Steve gasped as he clung onto his friend, back in
his safe arms. Bucky chuckled and kissed the top of Steve's head,
"God I missed you, punk," he murmured, and pulled away slightly. The two stared at each other
for second, grinning and breathless for some weird reason. Tears of happiness filled Steve's arms
and Bucky's smile softened, "Hey, don't cry."
"I'm not," Steve sniffed and looked away. Bucky folded him into his arms again, "I'm just really
happy to see you. I missed you so much, you don't even know."
"Oh trust me," Bucky muttered, "I know. All those nights in the cold, wet trenches when all I
wanted was to curl myself around you-" Bucky stopped abruptly, realizing what he just said.
Steve also froze, heart beating so fast that he thought Bucky's must've felt it against his own chest.
The brunette started pulling away but Steve grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers, and then
he stood on his tiptoes, pecking Bucky on the lips.
"I missed you too, Buck," he said sweetly.

Cool for the Summer

Day 28 - Holidays

It was Natasha's idea. Bucky was officially pardoned and living in the Avenger's tower, but he
wouldn't let anyone near him, not even Steve. So Natasha proposed that they all went away for a
few days, away from the prying, hungry eyes of the public waiting to see what would happen next
between Captain America and his long, lost buddy, the Winter Soldier. Of course Tony had to pay
for everything, but he didn't really mind.
"Bora Bora," Bruce read from the leaflet left onboard the private jet that the avengers were
currently in, "known as the pearl of Polynesia, is just a 45 minute flight from Papeete, with silky
beaches set against the emerald backdrop of Mount Otemanu: truly a perfect place for a South
Pacific idyll."
"What the fuck is a Papeetee?" Tony asked, on his second glass of scotch. Bruce glared at him but
before he could say anything, Clint popped in from the pilot's cabin. Because they wanted to keep
their destination a secret, Clint and Natasha decided to pilot the plane, and only Pepper knew
where they were heading.
Steve was sitting in the back, as near to Bucky as he dared, watching the sleeping brunette with a
frown.
"Guys, we're nearly there, so buckle up," Clint warned. Thor pointedly ignored him, staring out of
the window and fiddling with anything he could touch, muttering; 'mortal stuff, mortal stuff' under
his breath. Bruce, on the other hand, hadn't undone his seatbelt for the whole flight. Steve
followed Clint's instruction, never taking his eyes off Bucky.
"Oi," Tony leaned over and flicked his forehead, "stop frowning or you'll get wrinkles."
"Shut up," Steve grumbled, taking his eyes of his once best friend and sighing. He stared out of
the window sulking, throughout the whole descent. Bruce prayed in about six different languages
even as the jet landed smoothly. The next two hours were a mess of arguing over seating
arrangements in the limo (Bucky only wanted to sit next to Nat), threats and naps as they made it
to their mansion.
But it was all worth it. The mansion waiting for the Avengers was made of pale white stone, with
large windows letting in the shimmering sunlight and a garden full of beautiful flowers and a
massive pool. Right below the house was a white-sanded beach with a sapphire sea just waiting to
be jumped into.

Natasha didn't bother checking out the house. She opened the first door she could find, chucked
her bag inside and stripped off her clothes, revealing a red swimsuit beneath it. Clint gave her a
look and she just shrugged,
"What? I always come prepared." Was all she said. Clint rolled his eyes and everyone rummaged
through their bags, looking for swimming trunks.
"I'm going to nap," Bucky grumbled and then slipped into one of the rooms before anyone could
protest. Steve's shoulders slumped and he sighed,
"Let him be," Bruce said, putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder, "he needs to get used to all of
this. You hovering around him isn't going to help."
"Yeah," Clint agreed, already changed, "come down to the beach with us and have some fun for
once."

Steve really did try. He swam in the ocean for a bit and had hand-made ice cream and sunbathed
with Bruce, listening to him spill scientific facts. But when they all started playing beach
volleyball, Steve full out told them that he was tired and was going to check on Bucky. They
didn't protest too much, knowing how important the brunette was to Steve, so they let him go.
Cap trekked back up the cliff to the house and slipped inside the cool interior. It was much nicer
inside than in the blazing heat of the afternoon outside. Steve bit his lip and thought about calling
out to Bucky, but he didn't want to scare the other man. Instead, he decided he'll just change, grab
a drink from the fridge and watch TV or something.
However his plan fell apart when he stepped into his room. Bucky was sitting on his bed, and he
had a photo album in his lap. Steve froze, he knew what was in the album and he always brought
it with him for sentimental reasons; there was a photograph of him when he was seven with his
mother, and then when he was twelve with Bucky. There were several pictures of him back when
he was skinny, and Bucky before he became a soldier. There was a photograph of Peggy and his
whole squad back in the war. Then it was all Natasha and Bruce and Tony and Thor, and Pepper
and Jane and Rodney, Wanda and Sam and Pietro. It was as if seventy years of his life were
completely cut out.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked. Bucky jumped and the album tumbled out of his hands,
"N-Nothing!" the brunette stuttered. Steve smiled and picked up the album, he held it out to
Bucky, who stared at him with wide eyes, before taking the album.
"Bucky," Steve said softly, "I won't hurt you." Bucky didn't reply, just looked away, "Do you
want a soft drink?"
"What?" Bucky mumbled.
"Do you want a bottle of coke?" Steve tried again. Bucky looked uncertain, but then he nodded
slowly. Steve smiled and then sprinted downstairs, grabbing two cans of coke and making it back
to Bucky in record time. The blonde sat down on the floor to make himself seem less threatening,
and passed one of the cans to Bucky. The brunette looked at it uncertainly and then bit his lip,
"What is this?" he asked. Steve blinked,
"It's a can of coke," he explained quickly, "you open it like this," he demonstrated on his own can.

When it hissed a bit, Bucky flinched. Steve took a sip to show that it was harmless and then
watched Bucky struggle with his own can, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his
mouth adorably. "Here," Steve slowly, putting his can down, "let me."
He pushed himself up and sat down next to Bucky. He left the can in the man's hands and just
opened it. When the can hissed Bucky jumped and spilled the coke all over himself.
"S-Shit," he said shakily, "sorry."
Steve smiled, "no worries," he said. He walked to the bathroom and brought back a towel. He
offered it to Bucky, but the brunette didn't move. "Do you mind if I do it?" Steve asked gently.
Bucky shook his head. The blonde knelt in front of him again and he unbuttoned his shirt. Bucky
let him and he shivered when Steve slipped the shirt off. The man started to clean the liquid off of
Bucky's chest gently, and the brunette didn't move away, which Steve counted as an
improvement.
Steve looked up when he felt eyes on him. Bucky was staring at him and he looked really unsure.
Very slowly he raised his hand and touched Steve's cheek. The blonde smiled at him and then
went back to wiping his chest. He let Bucky ran his hand through his hair and down his arm.
When he retracted his hand, Steve offered him his own shirt because it was the closest. Bucky
slipped it on, his face red.
"It's okay," Steve said gently. Bucky looked at him shyly and bit his lip, "Do you want to go
down to the beach?"
"Yeah, alright," Bucky said hoarsely. He slipped a hoodie so nobody would see his metal arm and
then the two boys walked out of the house. It was cooler now that the sun was setting and Steve
smiled. He could see the Avengers sun bathing down below.
"Hey," he turned to Bucky, "do you want to go up to the cliffs instead?" he pointed to the cliffs
stretching out next to them. Bucky nodded. The two walked side by side but not touching, and
Steve talked about everything and nothing at all, feeling his heart grown from happiness because
Bucky was talking to him again. The two didn't get tired climbing and by the time they reached
the tallest cliff the sun was disappearing behind the waves.
"Seems like the end of the world," Bucky muttered. Steve smiled and looked over at him. Bucky
looked all soft in this lighting, with his hair framing his face. He turned his head to look at Steve
and smiled. Then he reached out and shyly took Steve's hand. The blonde smiled, "Thanks,
punk," Bucky mumbled. Steve squeezed his hand and turned back to the ocean,
"It's alright, jerk."

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