Hello, I'm back. Don't expect me to be so quick every time.
Now this is just a short introduction of Steve, kinda.
STUCKY MUST BE CANON!
I don't own the Avengers, or Stucky would be canon.
With that, I will get on with it.
Steve POV:
I need some coffee. Tea just doesn't do it for me anymore. Bucky, of course, always liked coffee. He was just one of those people who always had to have a cup of the stuff in their hand, or they'd barely retain function. Anyone besides me would never really see him without it. It's another one of those qualities that just makes him too adorable to bear.
Oh god, did I really just say that?
I guess I need the coffee even more than I thought!
So I go into through the place to get to the kitchen, and on the way, see the very man I'm trying not to think about. Because I'm slightly afraid of what my mind would procure if I let myself think about him.
So I try to smooth it over by offering him coffee, too.
So we walk to the kitchen together. I'm still not used to being taller than him, even though I adjusted pretty quickly to all the space that's now between the ground and my face. I was always the shorter one, and I was always the one that needed taking care of, and I was always a liability. Now it seems that our roles have been reversed, and it's confusing the hell out of me! I always wondered why Bucky stuck with me all those years, when I was practically so weak that the wind could blow me away. And now that it's his turn to be fragile, I can't help but be happy that I can be his shoulder to lean on this time. He's not a liability, though. Never. Never that.
So we get to the kitchen, and then it's slightly awkward, because the coffee machine's really slow.
"How'd ya sleep, Buck?" I ask. He's been having some nightmares, and I wanna make sure he's not still having them and not telling me, because I know I can help.
"I….. I don't want to talk about it." He looks at his feet.
I scrunch up my forehead in worry. "You know they can't hurt you anymore, right, Buck?"
"They weren't hurting me, though. They… They were hurting you." He looks up at me with sparkling eyes. I can't stand that look. It makes me want to go kill whatever's hurting him, makes me want to just hugsquish him and never let go, to shield all the bad thoughts from getting into his brain. I can't bear the thought of Bucky being hurt by me. I know it technically isn't my fault, but if I'd just caught his hand before that bar slipped off… Bad thoughts. Can't change the past. Bucky's here with me now, and I couldn't be happier.
I know I can't act on my impulse, but I do hug him. I know there's nothing I can do about his dreams, I just have to settle for helping him afterwards, helping him realize they aren't real. But damn, he makes it so hard for me not to go insane trying to protect him. I love him.
Yes, I love him. But not the way a friend should. Not in a way he'd be comfortable with, if he knew. I love him. That way. And I would protect him with my life.
But at the same time, I know it can't happen, because it's illegal. Why can't the government just say equal rights for everyone and be done with it? There's nothing wrong with me loving another man. But at the same time, why did it have to be Bucky?
Oh god, why am I bi?
