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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*Battle of the Fandoms Comics Entry*

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2. Chapter One

Literally starts where the Ant-Man end credits stop. 

 

Steve's POV

 

My best friend was kneeling on the ground in front of me, his metal arm stuck in the compression machine.

"Помоги мне," he whimpered, but I didn't understand him. I looked at Sam who shook his head.

"Uh, bad idea, Cap," he said, but I ignored him.

"What are you saying, Buck?" I asked my trapped friend in a soft voice as I neared him. I crouched down right out of arm's length, even though his flesh arm couldn't do anything that could hurt me. Well, it couldn't hurt me that badly.

"Помоги мне," he repeated but I just shook my head.

"I don't speak Russian, Buck. English. English," I repeated, emphasizing my point.

"Help me," he whispered and I felt a tug in my chest. This man in front of me, this man who's killed dozens of people, was helpless. Nevertheless, I stood up and put my hand on either side of the machine's grip.

Before I had the chance to even try lifting, Bucky whimpered and shook his head.

"No, no the button," he huffed and pointed with his free hand to the button on the wall. "The button."

I gestured for Sam to check it out as I stayed by my friend.

"How did you get here, Buck?" I asked softly but he just shook his head.

"I think he put himself there," Sam said and back walked over to us from where he was looking at the wall. "That's the power button he wants us to press. It'd rip his arm off or crush it or something like that."

"What?" I asked, my head snapping back to Bucky who just nodded softly.

"It needs to be gone," he whispered.

"Why?" I asked and Bucky looked at me for the first time.

"No handlers, no maintenance," he said, talking louder than a whisper now. "Doesn't work right. Hurts. Needs to go." Even though he was talking at a normal volume, he still had a soft tone and his voice trembled.

"Are you in pain right now?" I asked and he hesitated before he nodded. I looked up at Sam who was still standing next to us, watching the exchange. "There should be something that can help under the passenger seat of my car. Can you please go get it?"

"Aye aye, Captain," he said before giving me a sarcastic two finger salute and jogging to get the tranquilizer gun I had hidden away.

"You're going to be okay," I told Bucky and he nodded slowly. "I'm going to help you."

I spoke softly to him as Sam snuck around the building. When he came in from behind Bucky, I gave him a subtle nod and he emptied the clip into the Super Soldier's back.

"Is that going to kill him?" I asked as I caught Buck who had slumped over, making sure that his arm wasn't strained.

"I don't know. Would it kill you?" I shrugged

"Probably not," I said honestly and Sam nodded.

"Then he should be fine."

It wasn't that difficult to get Bucky out of the machine. He wasn't trapped so much as he was there willingly. With me lifting the thing that had pinned down his arm and Sam pulling Bucky away, we got him out of it in less than a minute.

Not long later, Sam and I were sitting in the front of the car with Bucky lying in the back seat under a blanket so he couldn't be seen by any street cameras. It was sort of like transferring a dead body.

Halfway through the trip, I pulled out my phone and dialed the person I needed to talk to.

"'Sup, Capsicle. What do you need?" Tony said when he answered after the fifth ring.

"How quickly can you get to your house in Montana?"

"I can be there in less than thirty minutes, why?" I could hear the curiosity in his voice as I pointed out the exit for Sam to take.

"I'll show you when I get there. I'll be at your house in an hour. Have your lab ready."

"My lab ready for what?" He asked but I just hung up my phone, not wanting to explain everything to him right now.

"What do you think he'll do when we show up with a wanted assassin?" I asked and Sam shrugged.

"I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see."

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