Thunder cracked heavy in the sky and lightning struck, silhouetting a familiar shape in the darkness.
The shape remained silent, stood tall and menacing beside Steve’s bed, flesh hand twitching by his side in wait to grab the knife holstered at his hip.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Buck. You know that.” Steve sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes.
Silence fell over them but for the roll of the storm overhead, the pattering of thick raindrops on the roof.
Finally, Bucky said, “I remembered you.”
“Yeah?” Steve replied, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.
“You…” Bucky began, but trailed off. “You were bleeding. You were smaller. You couldn’t breathe.”
Steve nodded. “That happened pretty often back in the day.” He’d get into fights and then have to stave off an asthma attack. Later, Bucky would stomp all around the apartment in a fit while biting his tongue around a lecture he’d given a thousand times already.
“I…helped you,” Bucky said.
“Yeah, you did. A lot.”
“Why?” A haunted shadow crept behind Bucky’s eyes, a depth Steve hadn’t seen in the Soldier, but reminded him of the way he looked after Steve had pulled him out of Zola’s lab, like a walking ghost.
Steve hesitated in his answer. He looked down at his hands, fiddled with the sheet wrapped around his legs, and replied, “Because you loved me.”
“I loved you,” Bucky repeated, as if trying the words on his lips.
“Yeah, Buck. You did. With everything you had.”
“And did you…"
Steve met his eyes again and said, "I did. I do. I’ll never stop.”
Bucky’s face fell, on the verge of an expression Steve couldn’t place. “But I’m not…him.”
“Doesn’t matter who you are. I love you, and nothing’s gonna change that.”
“You love me.” It was a statement.
Steve nodded. “I love you. I’ll tell you a million times if that’s what it’ll take to get you to believe it.”
Bucky’s eyes flicked down to Steve’s lips, a minute movement that Steve might have imagined.
“If you don’t want me to tell you, then I can show you,” Steve offered, standing from the bed. He stood in front of Bucky and reached up to swipe a lock of hair out of his face, tuck it behind his ear.
Bucky didn’t flinch, didn’t let his eyes leave Steve’s face. Steve stepped closer, until their bodies were inches apart.
Finally, Bucky nodded, a near imperceptible movement of his head.
Steve pressed their lips together; light, sweet, chaste. Bucky didn’t kiss him back, so Steve pulled away, but then he parted his lips in a small gasp and pulled him back in. This kiss was hungry, needy, deep and hard. Bucky opened his lips and invited Steve into his mouth, pressed their bodies closer. Steve ran his hands through Bucky’s hair and Bucky reached under Steve’s shirt, gripping his hips.
Bucky forcibly pulled away from Steve, breathless, eyes wide in confusion.
Steve wrapped his hand in the front of Bucky’s shirt, terrified he’d leave. “I love you, Buck. I’ll do whatever I can to make you understand.”
Bucky stepped further out of his grasp, and Steve’s hand fell again to his side.
“Will you be here tomorrow?” Bucky asked, face a mask of uncertainty.
Bucky nodded, and backed toward the open window. Rain pelted into the room.
“I loved you,” he repeated once more, this time with conviction, and climbed out the window into the storm.
Here are the final results for the favourite Avengers!!!
1st = Loki - 1,509
2nd = Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier - 1,388
3rd = Thor - 484
Aaaaand then the following:
Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver - 441 Steve Rogers / Captain America - 367 Clint Barton / Hawkeye - 328 Tony Stark / Iron Man - 324 Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch - 316 Bruce Banner / The Hulk - 261 Sam Wilson / Falcon - 180 Vision - 176 Natasha Romanov / Black Widow - 166 Other - 24: W - 8 Spider-Man - 7 Logan Howlett / Wolverine - 5 (blank) - 4 Wade Wilson / Deadpool - 2 You - 1
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED!!!! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!!!
What this is for will all come clear soon. Plus it was interesting to know who everyone loves so much and who to keep our fic attention on haha!
Thanks again for voting guys, love you all. More content is coming out soon :) xox
I just love thinking about all the inside jokes Steve, Sam and Bucky must have. Like Sam mocking Bucky about liking Steves outfit or Steve sprinting past Sam shouting “On your left!” and then Bucky running by saying “On your right!”