A/N: Well, here I am again. Writing another Captain America fanfiction. Hope you enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: I own none of the Captain America characters. Though I wish I did, I don't.
Dedication: I have to dedicate this fanfiction to one of my best friends, Lylon. She might be reading this, most likely if I forced her to, but she is an amazing friend. We actually do this cosplay thing where I call her 'Bucky' and she calls me 'Steve'. She is my Bucky :)
"C'mon, ask her out!" Bucky said, elbowing Steve. Both were walking home from a shift at the local department store, where they both worked at the time.
"I'm starting to regret saying anything about her." Steve muttered, kicking a rock with his left foot.
"Steve, c'mon we are what, nineteen?" Bucky pointed out, and Steve shrugged.
"Well, people aren't lining up to date a boy they might step on…" Steve muttered.
"She looks nice enough," Bucky said. "This is just what you need! A nice girl to get you going on in life!"
"I don't need anyone, I can manage."
"You are just too proud and too shy." Bucky said, slyly smiling.
"I am not!" Steve yelled back.
"Then ask her out already!" Bucky said, getting an elbow in the ribs.
"Oh just shut up already, I am not going to ask anyone out on any stupid dates, so leave me alone already!" Steve said, causing Bucky to laugh.
"Hey, I'm just saying you too would look cute together, that's all." Bucky shrugged, still laughing.
"Well, stop playing match-maker on me, would ya?" Steve asked, and both started laughing all over again.
All was perfectly normal, two best friends laughing, walking down the side of the unoccupied road. It seemed as though everything was perfect.
That is, until Steve started coughing.
At first, this was normal, Steve being sick all the time and having asthma. Bucky pounded Steve on the back, but that did nothing.
"Hey, dude, are you okay?" Bucky asked, kneeling in front of Steve.
"Can't…breathe…" Steve managed to say, coughing and gasping for air.
Bucky made a quick grab for Steve's inhaler out of his own coat pocket, and handed it to Steve, who quickly started inhaling quickly. After a while he took the inhaler out of his mouth and took a deep breath.
"Are you alright, Steve?" Bucky asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Steve shrugged off, shakily. "But can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, sure." Bucky said.
"Why do you have my inhaler in your coat pocket?"
"Oh, just in case." Bucky said, before smiling. "Are you complaining that I saved your life?"
"No," Steve grinned and shook his head. "It's just odd how you are more prepared to save me then I am."
"I guess." Bucky shrugged. "But really Steve, are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Steve assured him, but coughed twice after saying this.
"Yes, very convincing." Bucky muttered, frowning.
A/N: Well? What did you think? Please feel free to review, or favorite, or follow. I would love any :) Thanks to you who have read it. And stay tuned for more!