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Prompt: As Steve is relearning to walk, he finds that his legs don't support his weight like they used to. The Captain slips on the slick wood floor in their apartment. It warrants a trip to the ER, a worried Bucky and a very bruised Steve. Besides, hospitals make Steve edgy (since the incident) which makes Bucky even more nervous than usual.

Another installment of the Veteran Steve / Civilian Bucky prompt series!

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5


“At least you were home, honey.”  His mother soothes from the other end of the line.  It’s only so helpful.

“But what if I’m not, next time?  I can’t-“ Bucky sucks in a harsh breath and holds off the crushing sob he felt building.  “-How can I keep doing this? And how can I even say that when he has to live it?”

“So do you, sweetheart.  You’re living it a little differently, but you’re still living it. You’re allowed to have doubts.  You’re allowed to have bad days.  It’s not easy for you, either.  He’s not the only one recovering from this.  Go easy on yourself.”

“Ma, he – he slipped and fell and hurt himself pretty bad. They’re doing x-rays right now. We don’t know if he’s broken something or fractured something or –or anything.  We don’t know how much this might set him back.  He needs me to be strong –he’s so scared here.  He hates the hospital.  I hate the hospital.  I need to pull it together and I’m sitting waiting for them to be done taking x-rays and whining to you about what he has to go through.”

His mother is quiet for several long moments.  This is it.  This is when someone finally tells him what he already knows – he’s being selfish and that Steve deserves better than him and how dare he make this about himself at all and-

“-James, I can’t possibly understand what either of you are going through.  You know how much I love you both.  And I’m glad you were home when Steve fell.  I’m glad he has a wonderful team of doctors and therapists.  But I’m worried you don’t.  I can’t make you do anything and I’m not going to pretend I can. But I think maybe it’s time you went and talked to someone about how Steve’s Incident impacted you, too.  It might help you both recover.”

Bucky let out a thick breath and nodded several times silently before he could find his voice.  “Yeah, Ma. I think – I think maybe you’re right. I-“  the door down the hall squeaked open, “-I gotta go. That’s him. I love you.”


Bucky rushed to his feet.  That’s the first thing Steve saw as he was wheeled out of radiology.  The second thing he saw was Bucky slip his phone back in his pocket with one hand and wipe an eye with the other.  The third thing he saw was Bucky slip on a mask of calm over the fear and worry that’d been there half a moment before.  

Bucky took his hand when the nurse wheeling Steve down the hall reached him.  “Hey handsome.  How’re you feeling?”

Steve gave Bucky’s hand a hard squeeze.  “Better, now.”  He tugged Bucky’s hand to get him to lean down as they walked (or in Steve’s case, wheeled).  “Will you – would you stay wi—“

Bucky swooped down quick and careful to brush a kiss to Steve’s forehead.  “I’m going to be here until they discharge you.  Promise.  I’ll only leave if you send me off to find sherbet or jello.”

“The doctor will be in shortly to discuss the results.”  The nurse cut in as he wheeled Steve into an empty room.

They’re quiet for a while, Bucky brushing his thumb over the back of Steve’s hand, and Steve focusing on breathing in and out in time with the movement of Bucky’s thumb.  

“I’m sorry.”  Steve breaks the silence tentatively.  

“Steve?  For what? It’s not your fault you fell.  I – I called Dugan.  He and Clint’re putting some area rugs in so that they’re in when we get home.”  

Steve pulls Bucky’s hand to his mouth and gave it a gentle kiss. “Thank you.  I’m sorry.  I know this isn’t easy on you, either.  Are you ok?”

Bucky nods, searching Steve’s face for a moment before starting to shake his head.  “I don’t – I don’t think so, Stevie.  I’m worried about you.  I know how much you hate being here.  I’m scared you might fall again.  I just – I just want to do right by you.”  He pauses for a moment and shrugs helplessly.  “Ma says hi, and that she loves you.  Mentioned that maybe I should see someone, too.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad idea.”  Steve shook Bucky’s hand gently to get his attention again.  “You do say we’re in this together, you know.”

“Punk.”  Bucky sniffled.  

“Jerk.”  Steve smiled.

“Gentlemen.”  The doctor knocked on the open door, offering them a warm smile.  “I’m Dr. Mahmoud.  Let’s chat about Steve’s x-rays, shall we?”


They were home a few hours later.  Dr. Mahmoud had been wonderful – mindful and calm and reassuring.  She’d informed them that while Steve hadn’t broken anything, he had likely caused some bruising and would be sore for a little while.  That he should be careful and perhaps consider remaining at an earlier progress point in his physical therapy for a week or two longer to build further strength.

Steve wasn’t particularly happy about what felt like a backwards step, but he agreed.  He was happy that Bucky sought out a therapist to speak to.  

Bucky wasn’t particularly happy that Dugan and Clint had put a bow, a teddy bear, and a Get Well Soon balloon on Steve’s walker (even if it had made Steve laugh so hard he teared up). He was happy that Steve was ok, and would be ok, and hadn’t been hurt worse.  

“I’m glad you’re ok, Steve.”  Bucky whispered against Steve’s cheek that night as they lay in bed.  

“I’m glad I’ve got you, Buck.”  

sauvechouris replied to your photo: MAKING MOKONA CRY IS THE MOST HORRIFIC THING CLAMP…

Friendly reminder that you will *hear* Mokona cry in the OVA :’D

You know?

In the past few weeks?

I have started to realise that maybe I don’t actually want to watch the OVA after all???

Valter/Subaki C-A Support

 Written by  snapdrakegames


Subaki: Good evening, Valter.

Valter: Hmm… who are you? I’ve seen you scurrying around once or twice.

Subaki: I am Subaki, retainer of the noble Lady Sakura.

Valter: Ah, that delectable sweet. Tell me, how is the ripe little child?

Subaki: Lady Sakura is doing well.

Valter: Ah. How lovely.

Subaki: …I don’t like your tone, Valter.

Valter: Is that so? And how, precisely, do you intend to respond?

Subaki: Well, that all depends on whether your intentions are what I believe them to be.

Valter: Hmph. So you’re merely the protective type, eh? How distastefully bland.

Subaki: Excuse me?

Valter: And yet… you did seek me out of your own volition. Tell me, little soldier, why did you ask to meet me?

Subaki: Err-

Valter: Now, perhaps you’re merely trying to improve your skills as a warrior, and seek my expertise. I’ll have you know, I am quite experienced in the bloodier arts.

Subaki: I wouldn’t-

Valter: And on the other hand, I know you prize your independence. No, you wouldn’t approach me for something as trivial as battle advice. Could it be you desire something more… confidential?

Subaki: Evidently not as much as you desire to hear your own voice.

Valter: Ah! So you do have a personality in there somewhere. Congratulations. Still, I hunger for something a touch more satisfying. Goodbye, Subaki.

[Valter leaves.]

Subaki: …What is that man?

[Valter and Subaki have reached support rank C.]


Subaki: Valter, you filthy crow! What did you think you were doing on the battlefield this morning?

Valter: Spare me the lecture, you pale invertebrate. I assure you I’ve heard it all before.

Subaki: You abandoned your position to pursue a troubadour! Lady Sakura was left defenseless and this is your excuse?

Valter: Here’s a bright notion. How about you dispense with this pretense of the responsible retainer to the succulent little princess? I’ve indulged perhaps too much on that particular dish, and besides, we’re both completely aware of your ulterior motives.

Subaki: Wh-what are you trying to imply here?

Valter: Well, firstly, I’d like to dispel any conviction that you might change me. I watch the life drain slowly from the helpless because I enjoy it, and it’s futile to try and convince me otherwise.

Subaki: And you just come out and admit it? You disgust me.

Valter: Enough about me then. Let’s talk about you, Subaki, and how you’ve spent the last week lurking around in my wake and monitoring my every move.

Subaki: You threatened my liege. It’s only responsible of me to-

Valter: Yes, yes, you’re merely proactively defending the peachy little delicacy. You’re making sure she stays safe from the dark, scary predator slinking among the shadows. And if confronting the beast gets you a closer look at it, well, all the better, hm?

Subaki: Wh- you dare accuse me of-

Valter: What you don’t understand, Subaki, is that I’ve heard everything you might have to say before. I’ve seen your insecurities and your pride and your darkest secrets reflected a million times across a million men. They’re all dead now, though. I killed most of them. However, seeing as that’s not an option here, I’ll have to settle for a slower approach.

Subaki: You think you can break me? You, the pathetic little sociopath?

Valter: So long as we’re talking about pathetic things, a word of advice. When you want to watch someone like a hawk, try to keep your eyes away from their abs. It leads to mixed signals.

[Valter leaves.]

Subaki: A plague on him! A plague on that man, his house, and…. And his disgusting, chiseled jawline!

 [Valter and Subaki have reached support rank B.]


Subaki: *Pant, pant* Come on, Subaki, just a few more training routines and you can take a break.

Valter: Subaki. What a surprise to find you here.

Subaki: …

Valter: And now what, not dignifying me with a response. My my, you grow more predictable by the hour.

Subaki: What do you want, Valter?

Valter: You.

Subaki: Wh- what do you think you’re-

Valter: And don’t bother pretending that you feel any differently, little foal. I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know how you truly feel.

Subaki: Ugh… what, did the Summoner punish you again? Drag you away from some noble girl you were about to brutalize?

Valter: Shut it. I hunger for the strongest prey, the ones who know their place yet refuse to accept it. I crave the way their spirit withers as I tame them. But the ones who willingly submit to me… well, on occasion they can be almost as fun.

Subaki: And you think me one of those gullible peons? I’m afraid, Valter, you’re about to find yourself sorely disappointed.

Valter: Is that so? Despite you being the one to stalk me? Despite you inventing and convincing yourself of false pretenses just to interact with me? Really, Subaki, you ought to realize that I’m nowhere the cretin you seem to think I am.

Subaki: Don’t cut yourself too much slack, Valter.

Valter: Admit it then. Look me in my disgusting, chiseled jawline and tell me you don’t want to be on your knees.

Subaki: You… you… Fine then. Yes, Valter, I find you attractive. I think perhaps I have since I first caught sight of you on the battlefield.

Valter: There you go. Was that so hard to admit?

Subaki: But the more I learned about you, Valter, the more I learned of your putrid morals and actions, the more I hated you. And the more I hated you, the more I hated myself for finding you attractive. Every time I talked to you, I left feeling disgusted, not just at you, but at myself, for having the gall to think of you like I did.

Valter: Then surrender. Give in to your feelings, little foal, and let your master come for you.

Subaki: Not a chance in hell. You know what I’ve realized, Valter? My body might love you, but I’m far more than a mere body. My mind is perfect and every part of it is screaming for my body to cut you down where you stand.

Valter: Heh. Heheheheh! Poorly played, Subaki. I thought I was in for an easy hunt, but if you intend to fight me, even when your body begs for me… you’ve only strengthened my resolve to break you swiftly.

Subaki: Try your hardest, Valter. You won’t come out on top.

Valter: Oh, Subaki, I’m afraid I’ll just have to prove you wrong.

 [Valter and Subaki have reached support rank A.]

gods I wish I had an actual scanner

Oh Hunk, you’re such a cutie pie, haha, you can’t fool anyone, dear

This is how I see these two, being all at ease and I especially loved how Hunk (sweet, sweet Hunk) took in the fact that Keith is part galra.

I wish we had more moments between these two…

Hope you guys enjoy~

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