Authors Notes: Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t take complete credit for how terrible this is though. @oneshot-shit answered my ask for angst and they inspired me to write this. So, It’s not just me. I wasn’t able link to the post bc it was an ask :/ but I sent in a song headcanon ask for Run Boy Run by Woodkid.
Notes/Warnings: Death, Angst, Fluff, mentions of blood. (Reader dies so please do not read this if it makes you uncomfortable!!)
“Come on, Pal.” Bucky lifted Steve’s head and gave him a frown. “You’re bleeding on my new shirt.”
Steve inhaled slowly and tried his best to hold his head up on his own. He gripped Bucky’s shirt near the shoulder and grunted as his friend helped him up off the ground. Bucky slapped him on the chest a couple of times and grinned to the people passing by.
“He’s fine.” He smiled to a woman walking her poodle. “Have a lovely day, Ma'am.”
“Thanks for pitching in, Buck.” Steve mumbled as he prodded at his busted lip.
“Nah, I didn’t do much.” Bucky lied. “They deserved it.”
“All your boxing lessons are payin’ off huh?”
Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, that’s it, the boxing. Come on, let’s get you home.”
Steve stopped and forced Bucky to back step from his arm being around Steve’s small frame. “I can’t go home, not like this. Mom’ll kill me.”
Bucky sighed and surveyed his surroundings. “(Y/N)’s house it is then. Good thing you picked a fight a few blocks away.” Bucky smirked.
“I didn’t pick a fight.”
“Oh, that’s right, the fights always pick you.” Bucky laughed and helped his friend across the street.