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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10. Chapter Nine

Steve's POV

Bucky took me up on the offer later that week. I was happy about it, but it scared me shitless. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and low and behold, there was someone sitting on the floor of my room, back resting against the wall.

Once I realized that it was only Bucky, I smiled softly. I got up quietly and walked over to him, grabbing my blanket as I went. I saw his right arm tucked behind him, resting on the gun that was tucked into the waistband of his pants.

Bucky woke up as the blanket covered him, but he didn't pull the gun out, he just flinched and sleepily looked up at me. "Thanks," he mumbled before his head fell back down and he was asleep again.

After I went to the bathroom, I exited my room and grabbed myself another blanket from the hall closet before heading back to bed and falling back asleep.

I regret that decision.

 

I looked down at the monitor, knowing it was now or never. I looked back up, only seeing the beautiful sky in front of me.

"This thing is moving too fast and heading to New York," I said, knowing that Peggy could hear me. "I gotta put her in the water."

"P-Please, don't do this. We have time," Peggy said, stuttering. "We can work it out."

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are going to die," I said, the plane soaring closer to the bay. "Peggy..." I paused before I spoke next. "This is my choice." She didn't respond and I knew she was probably starting to cry.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pocket watch and set it on the dash, opened so I could see the face of my best girl.

I pushed the planes controllers down, causing the plane to tip forward, heading towards the ice.

"Peggy," I said again, softly this time.

"I'm here," she whispered as my view changed from clouds to the icy ocean.

"I'm going to need a rain check on that dance."

"Alright," she said, and I could hear her tears in her voice. "A week, next Saturday, at the Stork club."

"You got it."

"Eight O'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood." There was only ice in front of me now.

"You know, I still don't know how to dance," I said, tears coming to my eyes. I was scared. So scared, but I knew that if I didn't do this, if I pulled back up and headed to New York, many more people than just myself would die, and I couldn't let that happen.

"I'll show you how just be there," Peggy said softly.

"We'll have the band play something slow." Ice. It was only ice. The impact was coming and I knew it. "I'd hate to step on your-."

That's when it hit.

My head flew forward, but my body was held in place by the seatbelt. I could feel the whip lash and it put me out of commission for a few seconds.

The plane had crashed through the first layer of ice, half in the water.

The front half of the plane flooded as the windshield broke. I undid the seatbelt as quickly as I could, getting away from the water. I climbed up the plane until I got to the back, but the water had already covered me from the initial impact.

I was getting cold, so very cold. It caused me to fall to my knees and I knew that it was coming. Death was coming.

I used the last of my energy to lay down, waiting for my final sleep to take over me.

I thought of Peggy, and how I knew she would go to the Stork club and wait for me, hoping that I was alive.

I knew I wouldn't make it because I was freezing. I was dying.

I thought of the kiss we shared, the last time I had seen her.

And how she was probably crying right now, crying over losing me.

Then my last thought.

My last thought. My very last thought.

At least I would see Bucky again.

 

I woke up to someone shaking me.

"Steve," the voice said. "Steve!" It shouted.

I opened my eyes, only to see a very worried looking Bucky leaning over me. "Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded, sitting up.

I ran a hand through my hair, "Yeah, it was just a nightmare."

Bucky's eyebrows ferried together like he didn't understand. "You have nightmares too?"

I nodded. "Yeah, not as often as I used too, though."

Bucky paused before speaking. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked timidly.

I smiled. "If you're willing to listen."

"I am."

I told him everything. Everything from kissing Peggy before I got onto the plane to the plane crashing. I told him that I blacked out after that when in reality I didn't, but I didn't want him to know that my last thought was him. I wasn't sure why I didn't want him to know, but I left it out all the same.

Bucky thought for a moment before speaking. "I think I remember Shmidt," he said quietly. "I think I remember watching him rip off his face, but it was really a mask and his actual face was red and he didn't have a nose."

"That happened," I told him, smiling. "Do you remember anything else that happened at that time?"

He closed his eyes, deep in thought. It was a good thirty seconds before he spoke next. "There was fire. Everything was on fire. And you were there. I had the chance to leave, but I wouldn't leave you."

My smile widened. "No, you wouldn't."

"Why didn't I leave you?" he asked, confused. "Why couldn't I leave? I remember that it felt like it wasn't even an option." I stayed quiet, wanting Bucky to remember the answer on his own. I was so happy that he was remembering this much, so happy that he was talking this much. But his next sentence shattered me. "Were you my handler back then too?"

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