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.


Bucky is super fucked up and Steve just wants what's best for him.
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*Battle of the Fandoms Comics Entry*


4. Chapter Three

Steve's POV


I woke up around six the next morning, which meant I got a good ten hours of sleep, which was four more than normal, but hey, yesterday was stressful. I don't remember dreaming but that was better than having nightmares.

As I walked out of my room to check on Bucky, I could smell bacon, which meant that Sam was cooking. Unless Bucky somehow knew how to cook, but based on the fact that he didn't eat, I doubted that.

I knocked on the door before opening it, as to not scare him. "Bucky, it's Steve. Can I come in?" I asked through the door.

I heard a faint, "Yes," so I opened up the door and walked through.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Good, thank you," he said and I gave him a small smile.

"You're welcome." I walked over to the bed that he was sitting in and saw a red stain on the pillow. That's when I noticed the dried blood matted in his hair, making a section of it darker than the grease already was. It was probably like that last night, but I must not have noticed.

"You need to take a shower," I told him and he gave me a confused look. "Come and follow me," I said and I heard the creak of the bed as he got out of it, but not his silent footsteps.

I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. "Just get on in, there's some shampoo that you just put in your hand so wash your hair, some conditioner to that will make your hair cleaner or something like that, and some body wash that you just rub all over yourself so you can get the dirt and blood off of you." He nodded, taking in my information. "So, strip, get in and turn the water off when you're done. I'll lay some clothes out on your bed for you to get changed into." He nodded again and started taking off his pants, not caring that I was standing right next to him.

I quickly made my exit and left the bathroom, closing the door behind me as I headed to the on the left closet. Tony, being the gracious host that he is, has two closets in each room of his house; one for men and one for women, with the dressers full of children's clothes. Each were filled with all different sizes so anyone coming to visit doesn't even have to pack a bag, they can just borrow some clothes.

I walked through the door and quickly found my size. I went two sizes smaller, which would hopefully fit Bucky and seeing as he's not as built as I was, it probably would.

I grabbed a white tank top and a thin jacket, along with a pair of underwear and a pair of sweatpants, not wanting to deal with jean sizes right now. I walked back into the room and laid the clothes on the bed.

I went to the bathroom door and spoke through it. "Hey Bucky, if you need me, just holler. I put your clothes on your bed, so just change into them after you dry off. I'm going to head downstairs with Sam, okay?"

"Okay," he said, just loud enough for me to hear over the water. As I walked away, I heard a wine of frustration, which made me walk back to the door and knock.

"Buck, is everything alright?" I took the next frustrated wine as a 'no'. "I'm going to come in, okay?" When he didn't respond with anything more than a wine once again, I opened the door and walked through. "Bucky, what's wrong?"

"I-I can't-uggg!" Was the response I was given.

"Do you need help?" I asked, hoping not to cross a line and have him think that I though he was helpless, which he wasn't, let me be very clear about that.

Very slowly, the curtain of the shower was pulled back and Bucky stuck his head out and nodded, looking upset and frustrated. "I don't know how to do this."

"Do you remember ever taking a shower?" I asked him in a soft voice, trying to reassure him that it was okay. I read in the file that Natasha gave me that he constantly had his mind wiped, so if this was something they made him forget, it wasn't his fault.

He shook his head and I gave him a small smile.

"It's okay," I told him. "Do you want me to help?" He nodded and I walked closer to the edge of the tub. Not wanting to get my clothes wet, I stripped down to my boxer; going naked would be completely inappropriate, not to mention unnecessary.

As I stepped into the tub, Bucky moved so we wouldn't bump into each other. I took a good look at him and, well, damn. The damn was not only to how he was super fit, but also to the scars covering his torso, arms, and legs. They weren't deep and weren't noticeable unless you were close, but they were there. As much as I wanted to know where they all came from, I knew that Bucky probably didn't remember.

I looked around the tub and quickly figured out what made Bucky so frustrated. Out of the many different shampoos and conditioners and whatever else was in here, three bottles were broken. They looked to have been squeezed too tight and cracked open, causing the contents to spill everywhere.

Luckily, there was a grip on the floor of the tub so we didn't have to worry about slipping.

When Bucky saw me frowning at the bottles, he looked sad and slightly scared. When I noticed, I put a smile on my face and chuckled, trying to show him that it was okay.

"Don't worry," I told him. "It's fine. No harm done. Now, I'm going to wash your hair, okay?" He nodded and I grabbed a bottle that wasn't broken. I quickly read that it was the right type, and I poured a generous glob into my hand. I looked at Bucky and gave him a smile, not knowing how he'd feel about the next step.

"I'm going to rub this into your hair. Is that okay with you?" I asked carefully, giving him the chance to say no. I saw him gulp before he nodded, obviously scared or worried. "It's okay, Buck. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're not?" he asked in a small voice.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. Why would I?" I asked, curious. He gestured to the broken bottles and I just shook my head. "That was an accident. I need you to remember this, Buck, I'm never going to hurt you."

He nodded and relaxed a little, but he still didn't look like he believed me. I sighed and slowly moved my hands to Bucky's head, not wanting to scare him.

He tensed up at the first touched, but soon relaxed and my fingers started massaging his scalp. I decided to make some casual conversation, but I did most of the talking, which wasn't surprising.

There were a few things I'd learned about Bucky since finding him yesterday, and one was that he didn't speak that much.

"What all do you remember?" I asked carefully and he tensed for a second before answering.

"I attacked you, that man," he gestured to the wall, "and a woman." He talked softly, as if he was afraid to raise his voice and looked at his hands.

"The women was Natasha, and the man who's downstairs is Sam. The guy who worked on your arm last night is named Tony." He nodded as I spoke, taking in all the information. "They don't care that you attacked them as long as you don't do it again," I told him and he nodded.

It took fifteen minutes and four applies of shampoo before all the blood, dirt and grease was out of his hair. I did a quick thing of conditioner to make his hair softer, if that's what it's meant for, before I grabbed a loofah sponge.

I rubbed the soap onto it, making it all foamy, before handing it to Bucky.

"Just rub this all over yourself until all the dirt is off of you and rinse off under the water," I told him and he nodded, taking the sponge from me. "Do you need anything else before I get out?" I asked and he shook his head. I moved the curtain back and stepped out of the shower, pulling it closed behind me.

I wasn't super wet, as Bucky was standing in front of the shower head taking most of the blow, but I still needed to dry off before getting dressed.

"Bucky, once you're done, turn off the water and get dressed. I left some clothes on your bed, okay?" I said and I waited in the room until he answered.


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