Author's note: I haven't done a lot on this site, mostly just writing my racheyna story, so here's some stucky! In case you haven't figured it out yet, most of my ships are gay and not canon. And I think they should definitely be canon! Steve and Bucky! They're both bi in the comic books, why not in the movies? They're perfect! And they've got the shared life experience and everything!

Steve should definitely not be with Sharon. That kiss was ridiculously unnecessary, it annoyed me to pieces. I don't like Sharon. Besides, she's the niece of Peggy! That's just so messed up! Steve just be like, "Oh, I'll just go date my ex's niece, that's not weird at all". He so dumb.

Even though I'm Canadian, I like Capsicle. And STUCKY! It must become canon! Russo brothers, if you read this (which I know you won't but still), MAKE STUCKY CANON! Or I'm coming for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, or Stucky would already be canon!

Also, I will probably spell 'definetly' wrong. I probably spelled it wrong just there. I know I spell it wrong, just have no idea how to really spell it! Someone tell me how to spell definetly! Please!

This is just an intro of Bucky, basically. It's pretty short.

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Bucky POV

Well, apparently I'm back. I'm full Bucky. Or so people tell me. I am still tainted from Hydra, I still have their metal arm, their russian words which I must not think about, and the knowledge of all the terrible things they made me do to people. No matter how much I transform into Bucky, I will never be the man I was before. I am changed, no matter what people tell me. No one accepts this.

No one except for Steve.

Steve is my best friend. He always has been. He knows that I'll never be the same; but he still accepts me, fights for me. I don't understand that man. I'm not sure I want to.

I am haunted by many things right now. I am haunted by Tony Stark's parents, and the knowledge that killed them. I am haunted by the fact that I almost killed Steve, by best ally in a world of enemies. I am haunted by a little girl that I killed once in an alley just to get to her dad. I am haunted by Hydra.

But most of all, I am haunted by Steve.

When we were together, before the war, before he grew two feet taller, I remember I loved him. But not in the way that I should love him; not in the way that means I'd die for him, be there for him, and all that stuff. I'd do that for him, of course; I'd do anything for him. I love him. That way. And that haunts me, because he has no idea. I've never told him. It's the only thing I've ever kept for him. But it's not like me and him could ever happen; even if it was legal, who's to say Steve even likes men?

While I am thinking all of these deep thoughts, I am interrupted. By none other than Rogers himsel!

"Hey Buck, want some coffee?" There it is, that smile that always got me, even before the serum.

"Sure. B-"

"Black, with a touch of sugar, I know, Bucky. I've been friends with you my whole life, do you expect me not to know how you like your coffee? Do you think so lowly of me?" He asks with a joking smile.

I think much higher of you than you know, I think, but don't say. What I do say is: "Okay Steve. Okay." And then for good measure throw in a sarcastic smile, the one that used to make all (or most of, anyway) the ladies bat their eyelashes at me. Okay, this is getting weird. Why can't I just act normal? Oh god, why am I bi?