30 Day OTP Challenge Stucky

8/19/2019 30 Day OTP Challenge Stucky

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Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/4831418 .

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Character: 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

Additional Tags: 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 fuckok, 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

Stats: Published: 2015-09-19 Updated: 2016-01-10 Chapters: 28/? Words:

30431

30 Day OTP Challenge (Stucky)

by Miss Harley Quinn (ShameTheDevil)

Summary

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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


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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 you’d talk to me Buck,” he whispered to the other man. Bucky didn’t 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. “I’m sorry Bucky, please…just tell me what I did wrong.”

Bucky looked at him, and Captain America could’ve sworn that his resolve cracked a tiny little

bit, and a type of vulnerability appeared in the man’s eyes…but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

The Winter Soldier said nothing. Steve sighed again and got up,

“I’ll swing by on Wednesday, okay?” he asked softly. Bucky didn’t reply, so Steve left the room.

***

Steve and Bucky stared at each other in silence. The Winter Soldier’s 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 hadn’t meant to snap, but he did. Fury raised an eyebrow at him,

“Yes, Rogers. It’s necessary. He could attack you,” the man grumbled. Steve ran a hand through

his hair,

“C’mon Fury. He’s not going to try anything.”

“It don’t matter, Rogers,” Fury cut him off, “you have twenty minutes though I doubt he’ll 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 toremember 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 didn’t have the


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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.

“I’m sorry.” Captain America said, got up, and walked out. He didn’t see the tears in Bucky’s

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 aunt’s 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…

“It’s alright,” Steve smiled, “they’re just old pictures. Of us,” realization dawned on him, that

maybe Bucky didn’t want to look, didn’t want to remember. The blonde’s smile disappeared off

his face, and he reached for the photographs, “You don’t have to look if you don’t 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 he’d found him…and the first time he said something that didn’t

sound vaguely threatening. “Could you…?” Bucky asked vaguely waving his handcuffed hands

around.

“Err…sure,” 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 didn’t wait for an answer. “I need it

now. More specifically – I need you to give me the key to Bucky’s handcuffs,” he said, and then

quickly added ‘please’ because his mamma raised him right. Natasha rolled her eyes,

“How do you know I’ve 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,

“You’re 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 Buckyraised an eyebrow,

“Natasha,” Steve explained, and knelt down in front of The Winter Soldier, figuring it would

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“She’s the redhead right?” Bucky asked quietly. Steve took his hand in his and jumped at the

sudden contact, but didn’t pull his hand away.

“Yeah. She’s my best friend,” Steve said. He slotted the key into the handcuffs, “I’ll introduce you

two, I think you’d 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 Bucky’s 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, sure…I’ll just make a copy for myself…”

Bucky nodded. They started at each other silently, Steve still on the floor. The silence wasn’t

really awkward…Bucky was just studying Steve’s face, as if trying to remember.

“Could I hold your hand?” Bucky blurted. Steve’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He

reached his hand up and Bucky grasped it in his own. His skin was a bit clammy and he was

shaking. “It’s just that you have nice hands,” Bucky mumbled, “and they’re warm, and everything

round here’s cold.”

“I could take you out you know,” Steve offered. He was rubbing slow circled into Bucky’s palm,

and the Soldier’s 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 leave…stay with me orsomething,” Captain America was speaking in soft tones. Bucky’s 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 you’re on duty. Get out of here.”

“Yes sir,” Steve said and let go of Bucky’s hand. The brunette suddenly looked sad. Steve bit his

lip,

“I’ll come see you Wednesday, alright?” he asked, “I’ll try to get permission for…next time?

Okay?”

“Yeah, alright,” Bucky said, and he smiled for the first time. Steve’s heart ached as he turned

around and left. He was getting that goddamn coffee permission.


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

Chapter Notes

Kudos and Comments pleasee!

Chapter 2 - Cuddling somewhere

“Your elbow’s 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 wedding…there will bewhite tents erected in a sunny park, and the theme will be sunflowers…yes, sunflowers would go

beautifully with Steve’s 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 Steve’s glare

perfectly. His hair was a little bit mused by the pillow, and his eyes were half closed. It had been a

long, long day…Bucky was exhausted, but he couldn’t help but notice how Steve’s 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,

“You’re not meant to be lookin’. You’re meant to be sleepin’,” he mumbled. Bucky momentarily

got distracted by the blonde’s cut expression.

“Huh?” he mumbled intelligently.

“Stop staring!” Steve yelled-whispered.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re so-” Bucky trailed off. Steve blinked at him, and then narrowed his

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“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 weren’t you?!” Steve hissed, sitting up, “or bony! Well I’m sorry

that I’m so uncomfortable to sleep with!” Steve was getting himself worked up. Bucky opened his

eyes, and saw Steve glaring daggers at him, “it’s not exactly my fault, and you really don’t have to

be so mean about it Bucky! Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean it’s 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, “I’m 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 Steve’s skinny frame, and pulled him up against his chest.

“Goodnight, Stevie.”

Steve smiled softly to himself and closed his eyes.

“Also, you’re really goddamn skinny, move your elbow punk.”

“Shut up,” Steve mumbled, but he was still smiling.


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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 werein Steve’s 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 Bucky’s man-bun and panda-printed

pyjamas. Steve got up from bed and gently removed the gun from Bucky’s hands, placing it on

the bedside table.

“It’s just a TV, Buck,” the blonde said, kissing the side of the brunette’s head. Bucky unwillingly

got back in bed with Steve. The two leaned against the fort of pillows, and Steve gently slid an

arm around Bucky’s waist. The brunette snuggled up to his side, pressing his head into Steve’s

shoulders.

“It’s like the films they played in the cinema?” Bucky asked and Steve nodded, “Then how come

they’re all in colour?”

“Technology, Bucky. It’s 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 there’s so much singing?”

“Aw, c’mon don’t you like it?” Steve laughed. Bucky shrugged.

“It’s alright,” he mumbled, “Simba’s hot.” He added with an evil twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t tell me you find an animated lion hot .” Steve scoffed. Bucky was smirking as he looked up

at the blonde.

“Don’t worry,” he cooed, “I don’t find him as hot as you.” He said, pressing a kiss to Steve’s jaw.

The blonde smiled affectionately and turned his eyes back to the movie. He began humming ‘canyou feel the love tonight.’

“Oh shut up, you punk.” Bucky grumbled. Steve leaned down and began whispering the words

into Bucky’s ear. The brunette pressed his hand against Steve’s face, effectively pushing him


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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. It’s getting good.”


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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.

“We’re 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 don’t want to go on anymore dates,” Steve complained, catching up to

Bucky’s long strides, slightly out of breath. “The dames always prefer you, not that I’m surprised,

and I end up having a rotten time.”

Bucky slowed down a little bit,

“You’ll love it today. I promise!” he said, smiling brightly. He came to a stop in front of a club.

“The ladies wait inside, let’s 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 isn’t 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 looked…disappointed. Steve’s

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.

“So…um, I’m 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. Steve’s hands began to sweat. He hated these situations, and in his head


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he cursed Bucky for dragging him along on yet another ‘date.’ Couldn’t 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, “wouldn’t 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 boyhurried 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t his fault he was so

small and skinny and sickly. Was he really that bad…? Couldn’t any of them find it in themselves

to at least give him a chance? Was he really that unappealing?

“...Steve?” Bucky’s slightly-out-of-breath voice startled Steve out of his misery. The boy quickly

wiped at his eyes, trying to look like he wasn’t just dwelling in self-pity. But he knew that Bucky

knew from the look the taller boy was giving him.

“Yeah? What’s up Buck?” Steve tried to say casually as he stood up, “where’s you girl? Did she

leave?”

“No,” Bucky said softly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers, “but I saw you weregone and Betty was with someone else…and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright?” The last

part sounded like a question.

“I’m swell,” Steve said bitterly, “Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant. Now go back to your date, I’m

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 wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m really sorry, Stevie,” he murmured holding the boy’s shoulders, “that girl was stupid. She

doesn’t know what she’s 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 boy’s grip.

“No.” Bucky grumbled and pulled Steve into his arms, holding him tightly. The blonde stopped

fighting and went limp in Bucky’s arms. The bigger boy didn’t loosen his grip. “She’s missing out

on an amazing, kind, funny, beautiful boy,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, “You’re absolutely

wonderful Stevie, and if she can’t see that then to hell with her.”

Steve gave a little laugh but it sounded sad.

“If I’m so bloody wonderful why don’t you date me yourself?” it slipped out of the blonde’s

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, ‘don’t you like girls


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Steve?’ and then the disgust and…

But Bucky was looking at him in a way that made Steve’s stomach do a weird flip, and his heart

speed up. The brunette’s hands were loosely wrapped around Steve’s waist.

“Trust me,” Bucky said quietly, his eyes searching Steve’s face, “if you’d 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 hischest.

“R-Really?” he asked. Bucky smiled and raised his hand and cradled Steve’s cheek. The blonde’s

hand shot up and he pressed it over Bucky’s.

“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

Steve’s shoulders.

“Alright you punk. For now, let’s go home,” he said happily, as he and Steve walked out of the

alleyway. They walked right past Betty and her friend, and Bucky didn’t even look at them. He

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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 Tony’s parties, drinking and talking and

glaring at everyone. It just wasn’t 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 ontheir faces.

“God, they’re gross,” Bucky sulked, though he didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.

“You’re looking for him,” Natasha pointed out, noticing how Bucky’s gaze kept wandering off.The brunette shrugged awkwardly,

“Yeah, I guess…I just like knowing that he’s…you know…safe.”

“Well,” Natasha snorted into her drink, “I’m sure he’s safe with Wanda. They’re in his room right

now, though I don’t think you’d want to interrupt.”

Bucky’s eyes widened,

“S-Steve and Wanda?!” he asked in disbelief. Natasha shrugged,

“I don’t know.” She admitted, “could be.” Then the redhead sighed, “we should dance. I’m a bit

buzzed.”

“Fine. Let’s go.” Bucky agreed and pulled Natasha onto the dance floor. However he soon

figured out that he didn’t 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 loudmusic,

“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


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Wanda doing in his room?!”

“He’s 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?”

“I…I don’t 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?”

“It’s pretty easy,” Natasha said, “when was the last time you kissed someone?”

“Um…,” Bucky tried to think, “probably like seventy years ago. I don’t 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 didn’t 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 Natasha’s waist. She was a bit gone, and he felt guilty for getting

her to kiss him while drunk, but he knew she didn’t like him in that way, and neither did he. It was

just one kiss, goddammit.

The redhead placed her hands loosely around Bucky’s 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 must’ve 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 didn’t 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.”

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“Well I’ll 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,

“Err…what 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 don’t recall you ever having a

problem with me kissing ladies.”

“Yeah…but…it’s Natasha!” Steve said, exasperated. Something in Bucky’s 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 didn’t know you were the kind of person to go

around making out with random people.”

“Kissing.” Bucky specified. Steve’s brows furrowed,

“Doesn’t 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-don’t be r-ridiculous!” the blonde stuttered. Bucky started laughing,

“Oh my God, you are! You’re jealous!”

“Shut up,” Steve grumbled looking away. Bucky continued smiling as he reached for the loops in

Steve’s 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

Bucky’s legs. The brunette was giving him time to back out.

“Fine.” Steve said, and leaned down. Bucky’s heartbeat suddenly sped up, because he wasn’tactually 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. Bucky’s heartbeat picked up,

“Not here. Outside.” He said quickly, before Steve could laugh the whole ordeal off as a joke.

The blonde studied Bucky’s 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

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“Why are we here?” Steve asked, following him.

“I don’t want anyone to see,” Bucky said, trying to sound confident. Steve frowned,

“Why not?”

“I…I don’t know,” Bucky admitted, “can we just kiss already?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Steve said gently, “I’m not trying to pressure you or anything-”

“Just kiss me.” Bucky snapped. Then he gave Steve a sheepish look, “Sorry…I just haven’t done

it in a long time.”

“You just kissed Nat,” Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky fidgeted,

“That was different.” He said quietly. He grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him towards him.

Bucky cursed the idea, because now he was trapped between Steve’s super-soldier body and a

tree. The brunette looked down, nervous. It was dark outside, and he hoped Steve couldn’t see

him blush.

Captain America reached for Bucky’s 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 Bucky’s. A shiver went down the brunette’s spine, but the blonde’s

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 Bucky’s jaw, he pressed a kiss into thecorner of Bucky’s mouth. The brunette’s heart was racing. He chased Steve’s lips, but the hero

was just too far to reach. Bucky pouted.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Steve laughed. He let go of Bucky’s hands and placed his hands on the

Soldier’s hips. The brunette cupped Steve’s face with his hands and the blonde leaned down.

Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed and finally, finally, Steve kissed him.

The kiss was soft and gentle. Steve and Bucky’s lips slid together, and it wasn’t 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 slidehis tongue into the brunette’s mouth. The kiss turned hard and desperate suddenly, and Steve

couldn’t keep his hands in one place and they roamed Bucky’s body, his hands sliding up the

brunette’s back and then back down to grope his ass, as his tongue explored Bucky’s mouth.

The brunette was a complete mess, moaning and gasping against Steve’s 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 Steve’s shoulders. He was still shaking.

“Bucky you alright?” Steve murmured, still as close as he could be to Bucky.

“Yes. I-I’m okay...it was just really intense,” he mumbled. Steve smiled and leaned down to kiss


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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 ‘it’s only

because it’s 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 Bucky’s 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 Juneand ended late August. Drawing on each other’s 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 two’s lives. None of it was

harmless. Until Bucky decided to chuck all of Steve’s 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

blonde’s wet hair and clothes, “why are you wet?”

“Bucky!” Steve yelled, “it’s 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 Steve’s clothes were wet.

“Shit, Stevie. I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” Bucky turned to Steve. The blonde was shivering,

“It’s alright, just calm down,” Steve rolled his eyes and smiled, “you’re one idiot, you know.”

Bucky wasn’t smiling though. He looked really worried.

“Oh my God. Why did I do that?” he groaned to himself.

“Prank Wars?” Steve asked.


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“Yeah but…now you’re here and you’re cold and you’ll get sick again,” Bucky sighed, “come

on. I’ll borrow you something of mine and then we’ll 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 need…err, 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 rain…and now all of Steve’s clothes would have to dry. He was an

idiot who put his best friend in danger. Bucky just hoped Steve didn’t 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 he’d 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 Bucky’s 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 immediatelystarted sucking a hickey into the blonde’s pale neck.

“B-Bucky what are-” Steve’s sentence was cut off by a moan as Bucky found a sensitive spot on

his neck. One of the blonde’s hands came up to cover his mouth, and the other reached to pull

Bucky away, but somehow ended up tangling in the brunette’s tousled hair.

The brunette licked and sucked at Steve’s neck until the blonde was a panting, shaking mess.

Then he leaned up to capture Steve’s 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 I’m so sorry. I don’t 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 didn’t seem to


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notice that his legs were shaking.

“Bucky…,” the blonde whined helplessly, reaching for the brunette. Hesitantly, Bucky stepped

forward. Steve’s arms wrapped around the brunette’s 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 couldn’t 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, Steve’s clothes were all in the bathtub,

and all of Bucky’s clothes were on the floor.


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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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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,

“It’s not permanent!” she assured, as Steve hid behind the couch, “It’ll wash out!”

“No, no, hell no!” Steve protested, “Nat, don’t do this to me.”

“Come here Rogers,” Natasha glared, “Or I swear I’ll 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, he’d 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


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certain people came up to him to ask for a picture, including a blonde girl dressed as Harley

Quinn, and he couldn’t say no. Still, he was praying for Natasha to come back.

“Are you going to buy that?” a mildly annoyed voice asked. Steve’s head snapped up, and in front

of him stood the most gorgeous guy the blonde’s 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 eyes…like chocolate chips…

“The comic!” the guy said pointedly, “are you going to buy it? You’ve had it for like half an

hour!”

“O-Oh,” Steve stammered, snapping out of a daydream that included the guy’s 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 didn’t look angry again, “I’m Steve.”

The guy blinked at him, and then smiled this warm, adorable smile, and Steve’s 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 don’t 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, that’s sad,” the brunette said, “I’ll keep you company. There’s a Starbucks round the

corner.”

Steve’s heart started beating faster. Was Bucky asking him out on a date?!

“Yeah, sure,” he said quickly, “that would be great.” Steve couldn’t 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.


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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 onthe 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 didn’t

know that his best friend had been saving up money to get him a proper Christmas present this

year. And yeah, sometimes Bucky’s 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 blonde’s ma had died, they weren’t 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 Christmasdinner. 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. They’ve been good friends since.

“What’s 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 boy’s shoulders, “Calm down.”


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Bucky sighed and ran a hand down his face,

“I just want it to be perfect y’know,” he said quietly, “I want him to at least have a good memory

to hold on to…when I go.”

Peggy smiled sadly,

“I know the feeling,” she said, and reached for her coat, “Alrighty let’s go, Barnes. First the

presents. We’ll buy the tree as well…it can wait here so Steve doesn’t 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, don’t you?” Peggy asked with a knowing smile. Bucky’s cheeks were

red, and he told himself it was because of the chill.

“Of course. He’s 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 Bucky’s 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?”

“Um…I don’t know,” Bucky shrugged, “I want to get him…maybe like a jumper or shoes or

something so he’s 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t a fortune but it

wasn’t 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?”


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The two had to look for a long time to find a tree that wasn’t 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 Bucky’s price (which was fair) for a small tree, and the two walked

away happily.

“I’ll get the food before,” Bucky told Peggy as they weaved their way through the market, on the

way home, “so it doesn’t 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 didn’t 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 you’ll have enough?” Peggy asked, excited.

“We’ll 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 Steve’s presents at the back of the wardrobe, so the boy

wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t be longer than an hour and a half. Bucky pretended he

wasn’t feeling well, and told Steve that he’d stay at home. The second Bucky saw the blonde out

on the street, he sprinted out of the house and into Peggy’s 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, anddecorated the tree, then put the fairy lights up around the room. He chucked Steve’s 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, that’s 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 won’t 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 Steve’s small shoulders shaking,


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“Shit, Steve, are you crying? Did I do something wrong?” he gently took Steve’s hands and

pulled them away from his face. The blonde’s blue eyes were filled with tears. “Steve?” Bucky

asked softly, “Steve what’s wrong.”

Steve sniffed and then let out a little laugh,

“Nothing’s wrong you idiot,” he said, and smiled. He pulled Bucky close and wrapped his skinny

arms around the taller boy. Bucky didn’t hesitate, hugging him back, “Thank you so much

Bucky.” Steve murmured.

“It’s okay, just don’t cry,” Bucky replied.

“Sorry,” Steve sniffed again, “I’m 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, butBucky couldn’t 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.

“It’s 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. “It’s snowing,” Steve repeated. He turned to Bucky

and laughed, and Bucky joined in. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and twirled him

round, and then he really did kiss him. And Steve kissed back.

Chapter End Notes

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I'm sorry for everything I've done

Day 9 – Hanging out with friends

You get different types of friendships. You get friendships like Steve’s and Peggy’s; one madeduring hard times, and one who lasted through hard times. It’s 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 they’re dying of old age. Peggy’s and

Steve’s friendship was like war, hard, and unsteady but full of promise. They loved each other

dearly, and their friendship only ended with death.

Then there’s the friendship of all the Avengers. It’s 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

they’re coming back from a club, drunk, so nobody gets lost, and have mass sleepovers. They

depend on each other like…well, like a family.

And then there’s Steve’s and Bucky’s friendship. It’s friendship that lasted years. Bucky’s and

Steve’s friendship is the one where they won’t die for each other, because they know that the

other one wouldn’t be able to stand the world alone. It’s the kind of friendship that makes you

warm inside when you think about it. It’s the kind of friendship that turns into something so much

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***

It had been a wild night, another one of Tony’s 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!”

“You’re not meant to drink alcohol during a hangover,” Tony grumbled. He was sitting at thekitchen 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 it’s alright if you stay for breakfast.”

Relief appeared on Clint’s face. He walked over to Natasha and kissed her temple,

“Thank you, Nat, you’re amazing.”

“I know,” Natasha said. “Where’s Sam?”

“Puking,” Tony mumbled, “I think Wanda’s with him. She’s 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 Wanda’s pink fluffy bathrobe.

“Never. Again.” He stated.

“Lies,” Wanda smiled, “lies.”

“Where’s Bucky and Steve?” Sam asked, ignoring Wanda’s 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 Bucky’s room and took a deep breath, “Steve. Bucky. You best bedecent,” 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 Steve’s room, she

repeated her warning, and when she got no answer, forced the door open.


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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 Bucky’s 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 didn’t 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 pj’s (Steve in sweatpants and Bucky in a long-

sleeved 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,

“Don’t mind her, Steve, Bucky,” Tony grinned, “she’s 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 you’ll rip his private parts off and shove them down his throat,” Bruce said, “I don’t 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 didn’t pee anywhere or anything.”


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“Oh thank God,” Tony smiled.

“You did tell Pepper that you want to have her babies, though,” Bruce added. Tony winced.

“Anyway, Thor got laid…I think. There were loads of girls around him feeling his muscles.”

“I am a God!” Thor said with a broad smile. He didn’t 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…”


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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.

Bucky’s 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 couldn’t 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 Steve’s sobs and holding his hand. Eventually, the

blonde’s cries died down to sniffles and hiccups. He didn’t say anything, but when Bucky turned

he could still see tears in his red rimmed, blue eyes.

“It’s alright you know,” Bucky lisped. One of his front teeth had just fallen out. He held Steve’s

hand firmly, “It’s alright now, you can stop crying.”

“B-But,” Steve’s bottom lip trembled, “my ma’s gone.”

“I know. I’m 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 didn’t stop for a long, long time…

***

The second time happened when they were thirteen. Steve was being bullied in the backyard of


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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 didn’t have to come save me Buck.”

“Of course I did,” Bucky smiled brilliantly even though his eye was purple, “I’m responsible for

your punk ass.”

“Jerk.” Steve smiled and pushed Bucky playfully. The brunette stumbled sideways, laughing. The

two stopped by someone’s house, and stared at each other. Bucky’s face softened,

“I’ll always fight for you. You know I love you.” He said. Steve frowned, and his cheeks tinted

pink because he knew Bucky didn’t mean it in that way. But a boy could hope.

“I’ll 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. Bucky’s 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 Bucky’s 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 Bucky’s shoulders. The brunette

caught him easily and before Steve could fully appreciate his friend’s warm body, the brunette

placed him on the floor.

The two boys looked around their apartment, broad smiles on their faces. B

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