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For Steve
[This is a bad idea.
Bucky knows it as soon as he stops outside the little community centre where these classes run and he sees the other students milling about, chatting to each other in their own little cliques. The thing has been running for a while, it's an art group for anyone with any sort of mental health issue - depression, anxiety, psychosis. He's here for PTSD, practically bullied into it by his therapist at the VA, under the instructions that he needs to get out and start socialising more.
There are only six other people, four women and two men, and it already feels like too large a crowd. He makes sure his prosthetic is properly covered by a glove and long sleeve, stuffed into his pocket so nobody can tell it hangs strangely, and slouches in at the back. From the conversations he can overhear, blonde woman and redhead woman have anxiety issues, brunette #1 and the two men all have depression, and brunette #2 has psychosis. They're all so open with each other, chatting about medications and coping techniques and the work they've been doing in class already.
One of them approaches him and asks his name, and what he's there for, but he just glowers at her until she retreats again. He doesn't want anyone to know why he's here, and he's only here so Wilson will stop goddamn riding him about it.
He slumps into the seat nearest the back and waits for the teacher to arrive, already sure this is going to be a waste of time...]
Bucky knows it as soon as he stops outside the little community centre where these classes run and he sees the other students milling about, chatting to each other in their own little cliques. The thing has been running for a while, it's an art group for anyone with any sort of mental health issue - depression, anxiety, psychosis. He's here for PTSD, practically bullied into it by his therapist at the VA, under the instructions that he needs to get out and start socialising more.
There are only six other people, four women and two men, and it already feels like too large a crowd. He makes sure his prosthetic is properly covered by a glove and long sleeve, stuffed into his pocket so nobody can tell it hangs strangely, and slouches in at the back. From the conversations he can overhear, blonde woman and redhead woman have anxiety issues, brunette #1 and the two men all have depression, and brunette #2 has psychosis. They're all so open with each other, chatting about medications and coping techniques and the work they've been doing in class already.
One of them approaches him and asks his name, and what he's there for, but he just glowers at her until she retreats again. He doesn't want anyone to know why he's here, and he's only here so Wilson will stop goddamn riding him about it.
He slumps into the seat nearest the back and waits for the teacher to arrive, already sure this is going to be a waste of time...]
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I just don't want to hurt you.
[It's honest and raw.]
This stuff is... it's bad. I don't want it to fuck you over like it's already fucked me up.
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No.
[How could he tell anyone?]
I don't even know if I can, Steve, it's-- [He exhales a ragged sort of sigh and finally sinks back down to sit on the edge of the bed, every muscle taut.] I was stationed near Jalalabad and there was--
[He cuts off, mouth opening and closing a few times as if trying to speak and literally unable to force the words out.]
Sniper. I mean me, that's what I was, a specialised sniper. There were four of us on a mission to gather intel about a possible training camp for Al-Qaeda, but there was-- It was--
[He shakes his head, voice cracking.]
I can't, Steve.
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It's okay. You don't have to say anymore. But you need to tell someone, sometime, Bucky, even if that someone isn't me. It's... it's poison, these kind of things. You need to get it out.
[His voice is quiet, gentle, sincere.]
I'm not afraid of you, Bucky. I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid if I let you go tonight it's going to be the last time I see you. I don't want that.
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It's things other people have said; his sister, his counsellors, the people at the VA... but somehow it always seems like an attack when they say it, not so now.]
How can you say that, Steve? I broke your nose, any sane person would be telling you to get the hell out of this relationship faster than you can blink. You really think your friends are gonna be cool with you dating a guy who roughs you up? And even if they are, and even if you are, I'm not fine with being the one to hurt you. Fuck me, Steve, I've fallen in love with you, the last thing I want to do is be the one who hurts you.
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[Steve has probably broken every bone in his body at least once. Most were to fights. It's a miracle he's still alive with his health problems, a full on act of God when you take in to account his personality.]
If it bothers you so much then don't do it again. Get help, Bucky. Real help. Let people in. It's going to keep coming out this way if you don't let it out other ways. Because I've fallen in love with you too, and I don't want to lose you.
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You think I'm not getting help, Steve? I'm registered at the VA, I have a service dog, what part of that says 'not getting help'?
[Except for probably the bit where in the whole time he's been with Steve, he's avoided all but one of his sessions at the VA, and shut down any attempt to talk about what happened or his diagnosis of PTSD.]
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[He's tired, he's drained, and in quite a bit of pain still but he wants to make this work so badly. He would be helping Bucky or trying to either way, but selfishly he also doesn't want to let go of what they have between them.]
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[He has such a hunted look on his face now. He doesn't want to do this, he doesn't want to watch everything unravel because he's too much of a coward to face up to what happened.]
Just go to bed, Steve, you're hurt. You gotta go to the hospital in the morning.
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[Because Bucky is right, because he's feeling way too tired and fighting it just makes it worse.]
... I want you to stay with me. If not the night at least 'til I fall asleep. And... will you come see me when I get back tomorrow?
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...I'll stay.
[He owes him that much.]
We'll take tomorrow when it comes.
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[Steve knows his friends probably won't be happy, but they also know the kind of stubborn bastard Steven Grant Rogers can be. It doesn't matter, he trusts Bucky, he knew what he was getting into. He loves his friends too but if they have a problem with it they can fuck right off until they're willing to look past it.
When Steve decides to love people, he doesn't do it by half measures. He can't fathom any way to love except giving your heart completely to someone. Maybe that's why it took him so long.
He crawls into bed dutifully. His nose has stopped bleeding so he doesn't have to worry about fucking up the pillows, though he does scoot to one side to allow space for Bucky and holds out his hand as well.]
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I'll take the couch.
[They can talk about this more in the morning if Steve really feels like there's still something there to salvage, but right now they both need some space. His head is thudding and his heart rate is still high, he wants to go and sit in the dark on the couch and cry until his throat is scratchy and he falls asleep from sheer exhaustion.]
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He has spent so much time alone.
He is exhausted though, and so he just gently nudges a pillow towards Bucky in offering - if he's going to take the couch he can at least not wake up with a cramp in his neck - and looses that battle against wakefulness pretty quickly even in spite of the pain. Both in his face from the injury and the way his everything aches to have Bucky in bed with him.]
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Whenever Steve emerges, it'll be to the sight of Bucky cross legged on the floor half dozing with his head resting on his dog's back.]
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God, he didn't see himself last night, but he looks so much worse come morning. The expected swelling and bruising, certainly, but white as a sheet as well. He'd been warned about this though, lived it enough times. He was only so healthy as he managed to keep everything in perfect working order. One bad move and a cascade was waiting to drop down.
Now he was the one sorely tempted to run, to sneak out and try to not wake Bucky and go to Urgent Care on his own so Bucky wouldn't see him this way. Except that would be another patch of dishonesty which he'd done his best to avoid at all costs, and there was no way Bucky would take it well once he found out.
Steve bandaged what he could, took more painkillers along with his morning handful of pills and vitamins, dressed, and headed into the living room. He tried to be as nonchalant as possible. Just another day. No big deal.]
... There's cold pizza in the fridge still, you know.
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No amount of faux nonchalance is going to make this any better, not with how absolutely terrible he looks. There's a single moment where Bucky looks content when he wakes up, as if pizza for breakfast sounds like a good idea, and then he opens his eyes properly and his expression melted immediately into horrified guilt.]
Jesus Christ.
[He's seen broken noses before, but this is something else, Steve looks as though he's about to collapse from it.]
Shit-- look at you, you look--
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[The words come quickly, a little frustrated. Bucky has his host of issues he’s sensitive about and would rather not admit to, and Steve isn’t as forthcoming about his as he likes to pretend he is. ‘They’re there, I’m fine, it’s no big deal now’, only works the 95% of the time he’s able to keep everything under perfect control.]
It looks worse than it feels. Do you want to come with me to Urgent Care? I don’t mind if you don’t, it’ll probably be pretty boring.
[Just keep playing it down, Steve.]
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I'll come with you.
[He scrubs a hand over his face, looking kind of lost.]
You mean I did something worse than break your nose because you're already sick?
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[He’s worried about Bucky being there for Urgent Care, for Bucky feeling more guilt about whatever Steve’s doctor is going to fuss over now. He’s more worried about Bucky vanishing in the time he’s gone, so he goes with relief to feel instead of dread.]
It’s not far from here. Another reason this building was ideal.
[Hopefully, he holds out his hand for Bucky, trying to not show how desperate for physical contact he feels.]
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In the end, he settles for reaching out and taking his hand, albeit with some hesitancy.]
Let me-- I've gotta get dressed and then we need to get you to urgent care as fast as possible.
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[Steve squeezed Bucky's hand, so damn greatful that he humored steve by taking it. Even with the broken nose and bruising around his eyes and too pale skin that smile was practically glowing. With the reassuring squeeze, he let go of Bucky's hand so he could dress. Which is about when Steve remembers that the clothes Bucky came over in was his Halloween costume.]
Um - you can wear some of my clothes if you want. [That would be... deeply appealing, actually.] We're close enough in size.
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[He pushes up properly and grabs his prosthetic from the side where it had been left the night before, settling on putting the straps into place while Steve went and found him some clothes to put on. It was sort of weird fixing it on with someone else who could see, but he couldn't go out without it.]
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In case it's chilly out.
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C'mon, before you keel over on me.
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feel free to play Sam or skip past if you don't fancy it
As HECK yea Sam I'll try to not mess up!
Yeaaaaah!
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