Authors Note: Hi guys! Just trying something out. This idea came to my head and I just felt the need to write it. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Asthma

It was a cold December afternoon. Scarves were nuzzled against people's mouths, wrapping around their necks. Coats were piled upon layers and layers of clothing. The trickle of light snowfall began to kiss at people's cheeks. Their noses were already turning bright red from the shivering wind.

Steve, however, just carried a light coat and his hands were shoved in his pockets as he quickly tired to make his way home. The cold air wasn't too great for his lungs, but he forgot to grab his thicker (not very) coat when he went out the door. He began to shiver profusely as more snow began to fall. Steve started slow jogging now, pulling up the collar of his jacket with his stone cold hands. He glanced at them once, and they were a light shade of blue.

"Oh No", Steve thought to himself as he coughed, more like wheezing. He rummaged through his coat pocket as he turned the corner into a haze of icy wind. Only one more block to his house he had to go, but the wind made it a difficult task. He wheezed with more difficulty when he took out his hand, but all he found was a ball of lint and a wrapper of some sort. His epinephrine wasn't in any pocket to be found.

"Just a…" He coughed some more. "Few more steps…" Steve was already making his way up his house steps, and as he looked for the key he noticed his hands were a deep shade of blue now. He could feel his throat closing up and his chest heaving with what strength he had left.

After what felt like hours for him, he forgot that he hid his spare key above the doorsill this time. He dragged himself up off the floor and wheezed with more force to breathe as he took a small leap to reach the key. His hand fumbled in the key lock. Steve could feel the numbness spreading like wildfire through his hands and up his veins to his chest. He finally got his door opened and fell through it, clutching at his throat. Trickles of black started to fog his eyesight.

"Merry Christmas!" yelled a content familiar voice. Bucky leaped from over the couch where his hiding spot was. "Surpri..Steve?!" Bucky's eyes widened as he hurried towards him and dragged Steve from the skin piercing wind and slammed the door shut in the process. He ran to the kitchen drawers and rummaged things around as he found an extra bottle and syringe of Steve's epinephrine medication.

Bucky ran back to Steve still clutching at his throat, gasping for air. His eyes began to get glossy and his lips were now turning a deep hue of blue as well. Bucky struggled to quickly take off Steve's jacket. He tried to find a place to inject Steve's medicine, but in any place the needle would go straight through him. Bucky settled for any muscle visible to him in Steve's arm. And injected the meds, watching the clear liquid slowly leave the syringe. Once he was done, he threw it to the side and held Steve's head in his lap. He watched Steve's blue hands and lips with worry as they slowly turned to a lighter shade of blue. Steve's eyes slowly closed, but a slight wheeze was still audible.

The last thing Steve saw before he was too weak to keep his eyes opened was Bucky carrying him to the mattress on the floor. Bucky repositioned them both so his back was leaning against the wall, legs spread out in front of him and Steve was in-between them, lying against his chest. Bucky was filled with worry as he rubbed Steve's chest gently, massaging so his lungs would receive the oxygen they needed. Bucky felt a bit at ease as he saw Steve's hands we're no longer blue but returning to his normal shade of skin. He pulled a blanket on top of them both. Steve was still ice cold as he kept massaging.

Steve murmured "Merry… Christmas…" before he completely blacked out against Bucky's chest.

Authors Note: Super short, but I do intend to keep up with this if it plays out right! Leave a review if you'd like. And I hope everyone is having a great day!

-Ari

Sneek Peek for Ch.2:

"Just look at all the trouble I went through to break in and make this for you!" Bucky grinned as he motioned to the small pine tree filling the tiny corner of his home. Steve turned around, looking at the tree, with falling pines and garland crisscrossed in every way imaginable. The sight brought a smile to his face..."