Tough Love

*I Started Writing This Before Civil War Came Out*

After finding Bucky in an abandoned warehouse with his arm stuck in a machine, Sam and Steve take him to Tony to get his arm fixed up. Almost immediately, the realize that fixing Bucky is going to be harder than they expected. He doesn't know who he is, can't do anything for himself, and barely talks. He see's Steve as his handler, which isn't how Steve wants to be seen.
Bucky slowly learns to trust Steve, talking more, and, eventually, he learns to love.

~OR~

Bucky is super fucked up and Steve just wants what's best for him.
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5. Chapter Four

Steve's POV

 

"I'd ask why you're wet, but I'm not sure I want to know," Sam said as I walked into the kitchen. I went over to him and slapped his arm softly, making sure I didn't hurt him.

"It wasn't like that," I said, blushing slightly. "He didn't know what to do, so I helped him."

"Oh I'm sure you did help him," Sam chuckled and I hit his arm harder, causing him to spill some of the coffee he was holding.

"So," I said, changing the topic, "What's for breakfast?"

Sam gave me a look that said 'you must be an idiot' as he gestured to the counter where our food was waiting.

There was fried eggs, fruit, coffee, buttered toast and a thing of what was probably tomato soup, along with an I.V. on a stand, set up and ready to use.

"I figured we could give him his I.V. and maybe something simple like soup to get him started with because he can't be on I.V.'s the rest of his life," Sam explained and I nodded as he spoke.

"Well, we can explain it all to him when he comes down. He's finishing up in the shower right now so it probably won't be too long."

Sam and I filled out plates with food and sat down at the table on opposite sides. I made sure that it was still in view of the stairs so that when Bucky came down, he knew right where to find us.

"What all has he said?" Sam asked after a few minutes and I shrugged.

"Not much. It's mostly 'yes,' 'no' and 'okay', or he nods, but last night when I asked him if he knew who I was, he said that I was his mission, but quickly changed to 'Steve.' And then when I asked him his name, he called himself things like 'asset' and 'winter' or 'soldier' before freaking out and trying to rip out his hair," I said and Sam's eyes widened at the news.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I calmed him down and I said his name and he remember it. Then, in the shower not to long ago, he said that he remembers attacking you, me and Natasha. I'm not sure which attack he remembers, but at least he knows."

"How has he been acting?"

"He seems terrified," I said and then started to explain. "He constantly looks scared or worried. He even thought I was going to hurt him for breaking some shampoo bottles."

"Why?" Sam asked and I shrugged, taking a bite of my eggs.

I swallowed before I answered. "I don't know, but whatever Hydra did to him really screwed with his mind and emotions."

"Well, they didn't do anything that can't be undone with a little bit of effort," Sam said with an encouraging smile.

We changed topics to Tony and his house and how it somehow was stocked with fresh fruits and foods.

"Dude, I wouldn't even question it. I mean, it's Tony. We'll never really understand anything about him or his places," Sam said and I saw a movement over his shoulder.

Bucky was walking down the stairs fully dressed. He looked tense but visibly relaxed some as he saw me.

"Morning Bucky," Sam said, looking over his shoulder. "How are you?"

"Well, thank you," he said quietly, but we still heard him as he neared.

Sam and I got up from our seats and Bucky followed as I walked to the counter and grabbed the I.V.

"We're going to have you use the I.V. but you're also going to eat some soup, okay?" I explained and Bucky nodded, reaching his left arm out and grabbing the tube with the needle attached. He stuck out his non-metal arm and looked at me, seeing me nod, and pushing the needle into the most protonate vein.

"Come and sit," Sam said and Bucky looked at me. I gave him a nod of encouragement before he followed Sam, who was holding a bowl of soup and a spoon, to the table.

I grabbed a glass and filled it with water before I walked back to the table. Sam was showing Bucky how to use a spoon and Buck was picking up on the concept pretty quickly. By the time I sat down, Bucky was eating like a pro.

"You might want to slow down. You don't want to get a stomach ache," Sam warned and Bucky did as he was told, slowing down to half his speed, which was a normal eating pace.

Sam and I chatted about sports and whatnot as Bucky finished his breakfast. The I.V. bag attached to his arm was emptying at an incredible rate, but I decided not to question it.

It took about three minutes for Bucky to finish two bowls of soup. He would've eaten more, but Sam said that eating too much for his first time in decades might make him sick.

Bucky sat at the table as Sam and I put the dishes in the dishwasher. When there was a knock at the door, we all froze.

My head whipped around to look at Bucky who was sitting rigidly in his chair with a terrified look on his face.

"FRIDAY," Sam called out, "Who's at the door?"

"Ms. Romanoff, and she seems to be impatient," the PA responded in a cool voice.

"Sam! Steve! Open the door!" A familiar voice yelled, and if possible, Bucky stiffened more.

"I'll let her in," Sam said, putting the pan he was holding in the dishwasher before heading to the front of the house.

I put down the cup I was holding and walked over to Bucky who was staring at the door.

"It's okay, Buck," I said, softly putting my hand on his shoulder, causing him to relax slightly. "It's one of the people that you remember. It's Natasha. We talked about her earlier," I explained and Bucky looked at me with a scared look in his eyes.

"I-I attacked her, right?" he asked and I smiled, nodding slowly.

"Yeah, but as long as you don't do it again, it'll be okay. She's not mad."

Bucky just nodded and Natasha walked into the room with Sam following close behind.

"Tony told me he was here, but I had to come and see for myself," Nat said, strolling over to Bucky who was tense once again. She looked him up and down as he sat in the chair with him looking back at her in a way that was a mixture of a look of fear and a glare.

After a good minute, Natasha said, "Вы должны подстричься," and ran her hands through Bucky's hair, causing him to flinch, but Nat pretended not to notice. "Могу ли я дать вам один ?"

Bucky looked at me for my answer, but I just shrugged and looked at Sam who was as confused as I was.

"I have no idea what you just said," I told them and Natasha sighed.

"He needs a haircut and I asked him if he wanted one," she explained and l look at Bucky.

"Do you want one? You don't have to get one if you don't want to," I said, crouching down by the chair so Bucky and I were on the same level. He shook his head. 

"нет."

"I'm assuming that means no," Sam said and Natasha nodded.

"Well if you won't cut it, you still need it out of your face," she said before walking behind him.

I stood up as she put her hand on his shoulder, letting him know that she was there. Nat starting running her fingers through his damp hair. Bucky stiffened before relaxing some and looking at me.

Natasha started pulling his hair back into her grip before pulling something off her wrist and wrapping it around his hair, putting it into a ponytail.

"Лучше?" she asked and Bucky nodded. (Better?)

"Спасибо." (Yes.)

Natasha smiled and walked from behind Buck and stood by his side, holding out her hand.

"I'm Natasha," she said and Bucky shook her hand after a moment. "It's nice to meet you, Bucky. We have a lot in common."

Bucky gave her a confused look, glancing at his arm and looking back at her.

Natasha shook her head. "No, not like that. I explain it to you someday soon. Just know that if you want to talk, I'll be here for you, okay?" Bucky nodded, not saying anything.

Natasha's phone vibrated just then and when she pulled it out and read the text, she frowned.

"What is it?" Sam asked and Nat shook her head.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to stop by and make sure everything was going okay, so, bye!" she said and walked out of the room, and we could hear the front door opening and then closing behind her.

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