(A/N): I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!!! Also, happy birthday anon!
Request: Hello. Can I ask for a Bucky imagine for my birthday where you’re his fiancée in Bucharest but currently you’re dealing with a viral infection and bucky is out buying medicine when Steve enters the apartment you both live. When buck comes back, he recognizes Steve and begs him to believe he’s innocent and that you need help. Steve believes him and takes you both with him to the avenger facility and gets you help and after a while bucky gets in the team and you can be happy with buck? ❤️
Warnings: some swearing
Steve’s steps were full of trepidation, each one lighter than the last as he slowly made his way into the small apartment of what was supposed to be Bucky Barnes. Even from the outside it looked sad and run-down, just like Bucky was, Steve proposed.
His hand lightly rested on the handle and when he pushed the door open he didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe something…nicer? Immediately Steve’s eyes were drawn to the sad kitchen, rotten and molding and full of shitty snacks. Steve nearly chuckled at this; Bucky had always loved crappy snacks. But what truly got his attention was the small lump on the mattress on the floor, shrouded in blankets, breathing in slowly and heavily.
Steve’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of a small body clumped in such a sad apartment. he knew it couldn’t have been Bucky’s, he was far too large to be this small body so that could only mean that it was someone else, someone that Bucky obviously trusted enough to join him in this runaway life style.
Steve reached a hesitant hand out to mass on the mattress, attempting to decide if this was a good idea or not, God only knows what this person was capable of.
“B-Buck,” The voice was raspy and soft, almost sickly if Steve thought about it. “I need the meds, what are you-” The body turned a bit, just enough to catch a glimpse of Steve before it scrambles a bit, tangling itself in the sheets as it begins to scream.
“Shh!” Steve hissed, placing a finger in front of (Y/N)’s parted lips. “Be quiet! We don’t need anyone-” But it was too late. At Steve’s words the door to Bucky’s apartment nearly bursts open only to reveal the panting soldier himself.
His face seems to lighten at the sight of Steve, his shoulder slumping slightly and his metal fist, which had been clenched prior, unclenched slowly. His gaze is nearly horrified as he stares at Steve who is still crouched down beside whoever this other person is. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, trying so hard not to snatch up the body and run away.
“I-I promise,” Bucky begins as he slowly raises his hands in surrender. “I promise we’re innocent, w-we didn’t do anything- they didn’t do anything,” Steve looks Bucky up and down, taking in his appearance for a bit before he opens his mouth once again.
“What’s in the bag?” He asks, pointing to a small, plain brown bag in Bucky’s hand.
“It’s meds, they’re really sick and I- a booth down in town said they had some that should help,” Bucky refused to meet the man’s gaze, a little too scared to look at him properly. “I promise,” Bucky states once again, “I promise we’re innocent, we haven’t had anything to do with any of this,”
“We’ve been here,” (Y/N) suddenly rasps, their voice a bit phlegmy due to whatever illness had afflicted them. “This entire time, Bucky’s been taking care of me,” Their eyes are closed and their lips are parted as they breathe in shakily, looking absolutely wrecked. “He couldn’t have done anything,”
“It’s okay,” Steve rises from his seat, looking a tad bit dramatic, “I believe you two, but those guys out there, the ones hunting you too, don’t and they’re not going to stop until you’re both dead,” Steve could hear a quiet chuckle from behind him followed by the words, ‘I’m already on my way there sweetcheeks,’ before he continued on once again. “We gotta get out of here Buck otherwise all of us are going to end up imprisoned or dead,” Bucky nods at this, his jaw clenched and a look of sheer murder in his eyes. “They’re 5 minutes out so that should give us sometime to get out of here, get to safety, Grab whatever you need and let’s get going,” At his words Bucky crosses over into the kitchen, carefully removing a floorboard and retrieving a backpack before he crosses back into the living room, crouches down beside the body and lifts it with ease.
“I’m ready,” Bucky states coolly as though what he did was completely normal. Steve sighs a bit, smirking in slight disbelief before he heads to the door.
“I don’t think I ever got your name,” Steve states as he turns to look at the pair, all the while continuing to walk out the door.
“It’s (Y/N),” (Y/N) replies, smiling softly in spite of how sick they were. “You’re Steve, Steve Rogers, I know a hell of lot more about you then I probably should,” Steve smiles a bit, knowing that the only way (Y/N) knew too much about him was through Bucky which meant that Bucky, his old Bucky, was starting to resurface.
“You know what’s going on with all-” Steve gestures to (Y/N)’s body, indicating that he was referring to them.
“All sorts of stuff,” (Y/N) coughs a bit, their entire body shaking with the effort.
“Viral infection,” Bucky interjects, nodding a bit curtly to Steve’s question.
“How long have they had it?”
“I don’t know,” Bucky looks down at the sick person in his arms, a worried expression on his face. “Too long to be considered healthy,” Steve nods to this, his expression holding some form of worry as well.
“I know a place we can go, it’s a little- unorthodox but it works,” Bucky nods a bit, his gaze still glued to (Y/N) and their rather pale face.
“Whatever helps, I’m desperate at this point,”
“Steve,” A sudden voice fills the space in Steve’s ear. “They’re almost there buddy, get out while you still can,”
“Thanks Sam,” Steve replied causing Bucky to look up in confusion considering he couldn’t hear the other voice. “We’ve gotta get moving,” Steve states, “And we’ve got to get moving fast,” Bucky gives an affirmative little nod, like an unspoken agreement, and without any other words needing to be shared the two charge down the stairs as quickly as possible, desperate to get away from the men and women chasing them.
“Tony,” Steve sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. “No you don’t understand, it’s more than that, it’s-” Steve turned to look at Bucky who at the moment was seated right beside (Y/N)’s hospital bed, the only bed in the facility.
Since arriving at the completely desolate location, other than Fury, Maria, and a few doctors, Bucky had refused to leave (Y/N)’s side, arguing with anyone who attempted to remove him. Eventually everyone just gave up, allowing Bucky to remain by (Y/N)’s side as they shoved all sorts of medicines in their system via an IV.
“He’s with someone else Tony, it’s not just about him anymore. Throwing him in prison not only risks him but also this other person,” Steve sighs once again as Tony threw question after question at him. “I guess, I don’t know, I guess they’re his fiance. I don’t know when it happened- No I don’t know anything about them- Tony they’re too sick to do anything- Viral infection, Bucky has been attempting to take care of them which means that he hasn’t left their apartment at all other than to get food and meds which also means that he’s an innocent man,” Steve looks back into the room, smiling when he saw how tenderly Bucky was treating (Y/N), as though they were his most prized possession and in a way they kind of were.
Bucky didn’t have a single dime to his name at the moment, after all being a fugitive doesn’t pay well, he didn’t have a good home or good food, the man didn’t even have more than a few outfits but he had (Y/N) and (Y/N) was his and only his.
“Tony I can’t trust you to do that,” Steve starts right up again as Tony so blatantly suggest that Steve bring the group back to some Avengers Facility to get better treatment. “You want us all in prison and-” Steve stops as Bucky raises one of (Y/N)’s pale hands to his lips, pressing his a fluttering kiss to their knuckle softly, so loving even Steve could feel it from across the room. “I’m not going to let you break them up, it would crush them both. So instead of showing up at your doorstep and turning ourselves in we’re just going to camp out here for a bit, wait for (Y/N) to get better- they’ve had it for a few weeks I suppose-”
They’re gonna die if they don’t get the proper treatment, then how crushed is barnes going to be?
“They’re being taken care of Tony, it’ll be fine-” Tony interjects once again to gently press the idea of Steve bringing the group back home to get better care.
I promise Steve, I’m not going to do anything, you have my word
Steve looks back to the couple in the room, watching as Bucky ran his fingers along (Y/N)’s, watching the faint smile that rose to (Y/N)’s lips as he did so. They were so completely and utterly in love that if anything happened to (Y/N) because he had so rudely denied Tony’s service he’d never forgive himself.
“Fine, where is this facility?” Tony gave Steve the directions and despite the uneasiness Steve felt about the whole thing he accepted.
“We’ll be there soon,” Steve muttered before chucking the burn phone he’d been using against a wall, destroying any evidence of him using it. With almost heavy steps he walks into the small room to deliver the news.
“We’re moving,” Steve whispers, glaring down at his feet. “(Y/N) needs better treatment-”
“Where are we going?” Bucky asks, perking up at Steve’s little statement.
“No,” Bucky nearly growls, “You promised us something safe and I can guarantee that that place sure as hell isn’t,”
“What’s going to stop them from killing us? We’re vulnerable, we’ve got an exposed nerve,” He points to (Y/N) laying in bed, their eyes still closed and their face still pale.
“Yeah,” Steve growls back, attempting to convince Bucky of his words. “Well this exposed nerve is gonna die if they don’t get proper treatment so it’s either our safety or their life James,” Steve rarely ever used Bucky’s real name. Only when it was important, perhaps at a family gathering back in the 40′s or now, when the love of Bucky’s life was literally dying before their eyes.
Bucky must have realized just how bad the situation was given his face fell and his shoulder slumped slightly. Steve knew he’d won this, Bucky cared too much about (Y/N) to let them die out here.
“Fine, fine, you win, let’s just- let’s just get them out of here and to wherever the hell this place is,” Steve gives his best friend a smile and a gentle pat on the back before calling out for the doctors to come wheel (Y/N) out and onto Fury’s strategically placed helicopter.
Steve watched on fondly as Bucky sat talking to (Y/N) over the most mindless things as the chopper flew them to this base Tony was talking about.
“You know we’re gonna need a new house now?” (Y/N) coughs a bit, eliciting a small worried expression from Bucky. “We can’t just live in that dank hole now that everyone knows about it,” Bucky relaxes back down into his seat, smiling softly at (Y/N)’s comment.
“Well, what were you thinkin’ baby?”
“I’ve been telling you since day one,” This caused Bucky to chuckle a bit and the light in his eyes is one Steve hadn’t seen in ages. One that lit up his entire face, made him look like his old self once again. “I want a small one story little house, yellow, big yard for all the puppies we’re gonna get,”
The sight was truly heartwarming, to see such a broken creature like Bucky slowly starting to become whole again all because of another human being. Bucky truly loved (Y/N), more than he had ever loved anyone. It was obvious in the way he stared at them so lovingly, the way he held their hand as if he never wanted to let go and Steve couldn’t have been any happier for him.
“He’s innocent, I promise,” Steve whispers as he and Tony stare into (Y/N)’s room watching a sleeping (Y/N) and Bucky. Somehow through their visit Bucky had ended up sleeping in (Y/N)’s bed, curled up right next to them, their hands clasped together tightly. “He’s been caring for (Y/N) for weeks, there’s no way he could have-”
“I know,” Tony nods, sighing as he realizes just how wrong he’d been. “No one else is going to believe it though, that’s the problem. If we don’t take him in-”
“Then we’re all fugitives,” Steve finishes Tony’s thought, nodding to himself as he does so.
The two fall silent, just watching the couple breathe in sync with each other, a steady in and out, in and out. It was hard to believe that a literal killing machine could fall for someone who looked so…so starry eyed and innocent. It was even more surprising to think that this starry eyed, innocent person had fallen in love with said killing machine when they could have anyone they wanted.
“Well,” Tony begins, clapping Steve on the back a bit. “We could always use another fugitive, our entire team is compromised of ‘em,” Steve turns to look at Tony incredulously, his eyes wide and lips parted slightly.
“You don’t mean-”
“Plus, I don’t see Thor and Bruce around, our team could use a few new recruits and I see the way he looks at them, like they’re his entire world, I couldn’t tear apart something so beautiful. So congratulations, I guess you won…loser,” Tony whispers the last part causing Steve to chuckle softly.
“You always were a sore loser,”
“Hey, I’m letting you guys off on a free pass I’m the nicest loser you know,”
“Should we tell them-”
“No,” Tony shakes his head, his ever present fond smile returning. “Let them sleep, god knows they need it,” Both men give the two one last smile before turning away, most likely to go talk out what the hell just happened and what the hell was going to happen.
As both men saunter off they fail to realize the small smirk upon Bucky’s lips as he scoots a bit closer to (Y/N), resting their head right beside theirs. Guess it was a good thing Bucky was great at pretending to be asleep.