Note: Koooonichiwa! Welcome to my Stucky Spectacular! Every chapter of Stuckytastic will be a work of fiction where the central pairing is Steve "Captain Merica" Rogers and James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes. Why you say, cause they're my Marvel OTP and Donald Trump is president so this is my stress reliever. :p
Everything I write is inter connected and almost every chapter will be able to be read as a stand alone story.
IMPORTANT: Please assume any and all chapters of anything I write is rated M, although this chapter would be considered K/T, and that any and all trigger warnings that can apply do apply. I do not own anything even remotely Marvel, and my student loans still have a tight grip on my juavos, so I has no money. Sue me and I will fart in your general direction.
Thank you for reading and enjoy! \=^.^=/
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The knocking could no longer be ignored.
Steve groaned into his pillow as he rolled and began to kick the blankets from his legs.
He stumbled in the dark towards the door, clicking on the kitchen light and picking up the pace when he heard his name being whisper yelled through the mail slot.
'Steve! Steeeeeeve! Open up you runt,' James slurred.
'Shhhh,' Steve chided as he unlocked the door. 'What the hell are you doing here, it's 1 AM, my neighbors are gonna kill….' The shorter man fell silent as his best friend brushed past him to pace in his small living room.
His breath came out in pants as if he'd been running, and his hands ran through his hair but stopped to rest on the back of his head. 'I was with the girls and I had a lot to drink...and I started thinking...I just couldn't stop thinking, this is it.' His hands fell to his hips as he continued his speech with his back to Steve. 'This is it, tomorrow I'm gonna be shipped of to the front lines and….' He stopped and hung his head. 'I don't know if I'm coming back.'
Steve stepped forward to rest a small hand on his shoulder. 'You'll be back Buck, you're too stupid to die.' Steve stepped around him and smiled up at sad frightened eyes, as his hand moved to cover James's heart. 'You'll come back,' he whispered.
James covered the hand with his own and closed his eyes. 'I need to tell you something...and I don't know how to say it, or what you're gonna think of me once I tell you.' He squeezed both Steve's hand and his eyes shut. 'But I can't go off, possibly to my death, without saying this at least once.' Steve took a step closer and James opened his eyes to meet his friend's concerned gaze.
'I...I…,' the soldier swallowed and chuckled, causing a bright albeit sleepy smile to erupt onto Steve's face. 'Ah screw it,' James was moving before his mind had given the command and he could hear Steve's sharp intake of breath when their lips met.
He didn't know when he'd gathered the blond to him, but the smaller man softened in his arms, turning his head just slightly for the angle sake.
James pulled back several moments later to gaze at the pinkened kiss swollen lips and smiled.
'I love you Steve Rodgers,' Steve's eyes remained closed, James's heat was incandescent in his chilly den.
'I…,' Steve's words were cut short as a blast sent him flying into a nearby wall. He could hear the roar of a train and the charging of a weapon.
"No...no...nonononono," Steve began to chant. "Not again!"
The metal bar supporting Bucky gave way and his screams echoed off the canyon walls.
"Bucky," Steve yelled as he sprang up thrashing and gasping in bed.
Three months after being released from the hospital after the near destruction of Washington DC and the nightmares had returned full force. His face was wet with tears and sweat, and his breath hitched in a way it hadn't in over seventy years. He grabbed his chest, unable to control his breathing, and suddenly his inhaler was in his hand and a firm hand was rubbing light circles on his back.
Taking a deep drag from his inhaler Steve looked up at the person sitting almost nose to nose with him.
Bucky.
Unbidden and immediate, Steve couldn't control his tears, and in the end Bucky settled alongside him on the spacious bed. Steve clung to the soldier like a lost child, and James held him quietly, the tightness of his embrace betraying his calm.
They lay in silence until James shifted, waking Steve immediately, and his half asleep voice stilled the Winter Soldier.
"Please stay...please...Bucky…."
The dark haired man looked back at him. A thousand obvious objections were evident in his eyes.
The Captain's apartment was probably bugged three times over, their were more than likely multiple satellites fixing in on his location, and technically James Buchanan Barnes was a homicidal maniac with orders to kill Steve Rogers on sight; the list went on.
James's body once again moved of its own accord. His jacket was shrugged off and his boots removed before settling back down with Steve wrapped, his front to the captain's back, in his arms.
They'd slept like this a thousand times, years ago, when death and war didn't fill their dreams; the drumming of Bucky's heart lulling Steve to sleep.
The day his mother died they'd spent the entire day in bed together, rising only when Bucky insisted they eat. He'd curled into the larger boy and soaked his pillow through with tears.
Now again James was his anchor, the only thing making the world real, and tonight their present and past would collide into an eye that gave them at least a short reprieve from their fates. Steve knew that without him he'd float away, only to fall in a way that he would not come back from. They were the same now, living relics, the first and last of their kind.
For James with all the uncertainty of who to trust, who he was, and who he is now, there was only one thing he was certain of.
Spending one night with this man in his arms was worth the potential of being caught by any number of the dozens of organizations he'd been leant out to in the last half century.
So together, they rest.
