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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...]

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[In spite of - or maybe because of - Bucky's annoyance, Steve smiles a bit as he has his head tilted back against the mutely colored wall, eyes closed while he waits.]

Told you I was a troublemaker.

I didn't think you meant it.

[Is it comforting or not to know that he's not the only one who's probably broken this nose?]

Didn't anyone ever teach you to box?

[The relief that rushes through Steve at the return of their banter is palpable. They'll get through this. It's not all ruined. It's going to be fine.]

Nope. Never knew anyone who did. Except the ones that were taking swings at me.

Then you learn.

[He still looks awkward, unsure. He gestures between the two of them.]

Because this? It can't even be a discussion unless I know that if that happens again, you can take me down before I hurt you.

[Steve wants to say no, instantly. To refuse. There's no way he could hurt Bucky.

Except. Except...

If their situations were reversed, by god. He knows he would feel the same.]

Will that make you more comfortable?

[Will that make you stay?]

I can't do this if we might end up back here again time after time.

[He shakes his head, something haunted in his eyes.]

I can't have your blood on my hands, I can't. I don't want to lose this, I know that's selfish after what I did, but I'll walk away if I have to. If you can-- if you can take me down, stop me, then I can try and know if it goes wrong then I won't be sending someone I care about to the hospital.

[He'd much rather wake up with his own broken nose.]

Okay.

[If it'll mean Bucky will stay... the idea of hurting him twists Steve up inside, but not as much as the idea of never seeing Bucky again.]

Know anyone who could teach me?

I can do it.

[He shrugs, he always was a boxer.]

If I teach you, then you know my fighting style, you learn how to block it. But Steve, you've gotta promise me that you'll do whatever it takes to stop me from hurting you again.

[Steve reaches out to take Bucky's hand again and squeeze it reassuringly once more.]

I promise. If it'll make you stay, I promise I'll do everything I can.

[Which is about when the nurse comes out and calls Steve's name. He sighs.]

I'll be back. Maybe doped up on painkillers. So you need to stay to walk me home.

[He's still unsure about this, but he really doesn't want to lose Steve and so he'll try. But if this ever happens again then he will go, he can't be the asshole who hurts his boyfriend.

He sinks into one of the plastic chairs and hunches in on himself a bit. He hates hospitals, he stayed in them for too long and they're too open and busy. But he nods all the same.]

I'll be here.

[It’s a long wait.

People come and go, it’s Urgent Care rather than the emergency room, so there’s relatively little carnage or bloodshed. ‘I’m not sure if this is a panic attack or a heart attack’ kind of deals, mostly.

Just when the length of time starts to get to a worrying point even for a normal person, there is Steve, gently lead out into the lobby again by the same nurse that called him in. As he predicted, he’s drugged to the gills. He can walk, but he needs to be lead. On the bright side even with the official bandage and splint on his face he appears to be in no pain and some of his color has come back. When he sees Bucky he positively beams.]

Bucky!

[The nurse continues to keep him steady so he doesn’t fall over, asking just to be certain-]

“Mister Barnes? Steve said we didn’t need to call Natasha this time as you were here and he trusted you to get the medication information and get him home.”

[He nearly leaves on four separate occasions, he even gets as far as writing a shitty note to Steve with a meaningless apology on that he's going to leave with the nurse on the front desk, but in the end it stays crumpled in his pocket and he's still in the waiting room when Steve comes out.

God, he looks a mess.

Bucky looks guilty as hell as he comes forwards to stand by the nurse and Steve, nodding his head a little uncertainly.]

Can you write it down?

[He doesn't usually like to display his vulnerabilities, pretending they're not there, but this is too big a deal to screw up.]

I have-- uh, sometimes I have memory issues, I don't want to forget and give him the wrong meds, but I can definitely get him home.

[The nurse gives Bucky a smile. Even without memory issues, a good half their patients if not more need it written down. It gets complicated.]

“Sure thing. This isn’t a permanent change, just an adjustment for the next two to three weeks since some of his usual meds react poorly when used along with the pain medication. We should have a two week supply at the front desk with detailed instructions on what to replace with what that you can pick up on the way out. Make sure he stays hydrated and rested, he’ll probably be a little loopy for a couple more hours. We’ve got a follow up appointment scheduled in just under two weeks with his current regular physician to make sure the healing is coming along alright and to get another week supply of medication if it looks necessary.”

[While she speaks she writes all of the information down, including the exact date and time of his next appointment and that provided he is on light duty he can be cleared to return to work in the next three days if no further symptoms crop up. Steve is content to stare at the little television they’ve got going playing soundlessly in the lobby, a morning talk program. He looks confused by it, but he also looked confused at the concept of two sets of doors earlier.]

[He takes the prescriptions and notes and pushes them into his pockets, before opening his mouth as if to ask something else... and then changing his mind completely. He can't do it, not yet.]

Yeah, thanks.

[It's to Steve he turns his attention, swallowing hard and trying not to look like the world's guiltiest son of a bitch.]

Hey-- hey, Steve, look at me. Yeah-- c'mon, we've gotta get you home, you need to hold onto my arm?

[Steve obediently looks at Bucky at Bucky’s request, though he’s silent for a few moments as his slow moving mind attempts to parse the question. Once he does, he gives Bucky another dopey grin.]

Yes!

[And then Steve is quickly holding onto Bucky’s arm less like someone who needs help walking and more like a courting couple going for a stroll. Maybe he didn’t exactly get the question.]

You’re so handsome. Did I tell you that today yet?

[He can't help it, for the first time since this all kicked off the night before, the tiniest of smiles twitches at his lips as he begins to lead Steve out to where they can pick up his medicine.]

You sure you don't need glasses to go with the rest of what's wrong with you?

[How can he be so-- okay with what happened?]

Does it hurt?

Hmmmmm

[Steve hums very thoughtfully at the question before he shakes his head.]

I know it will later, but I can't feel it right now.

[The receptionist is still the one who was there before, and she smiles a little at them as they approach. Steve is very enthusiastic upon seeing her,]

This is my handsome Bucky!

[Yep, Bucky, that's how you're getting introduced. She raises her eyebrows but the smile stays, clearly entertained by Steve.]

"Nice to meet you, Handsome Bucky."

[She gives Bucky the little baggy for Steve with the new meds stapled to a several page long handout that details each of the adjustments in more complicated medical lingo, with an additional hand-written "Replace X with Y, continue Z as normal" list in laymen's terms at the end.]

[Of course Steve would become the most adorable creature on earth when he was high, why wouldn't he? Everything else about him was goddamn perfect, so this was just another thing to add to the list. It's kind of embarrassing, though, to be introduced that way after he's the one responsible for this, but he just gives an awkward twitch of a smile.]

Pretty sure he knocked his head as well, you shouldn't listen to anything he's saying, but thank you, ma'am.

[It's sort of awkward to take the medication while Steve is still hanging off his arm, making it look like he's just keeping his other hand needlessly in his pocket, but he can't do much about that.]

Anything I need to watch out for that he won't tell me about?

No, I am an open book.

[As soon as Steve is done speaking the receptionist tells a different story,]

"His pain scale is all out of whack thanks to chronic illness. Do not let him sweet talk you off of his painkillers for at least a week. Offer to call his doctor and consult with her for him on it if he insists, that'll get him to lay off of it."

[She winks. Steve pouts.]

I'm tough.

"Yes, you are. We've been through this before though, Steve."

[Clearly, considering the familiarity between them.]

"Make sure he eats, too. The 'take with food' label on most of these is no joke."

[It's not actually a whole lot of complicated instructions when it comes down to it, but Bucky is petrified that he's going to forget something and screw it all up with Steve's recovery. He repeats it to himself a few times even as he nods and absently thanks her.]

C'mon tough guy, say thanks to your friend and let's take you home.

[He has a plan.

He's going to get Steve put to bed and then he's going to call Sam and admit what he's done. He'll probably be in for a tongue lashing for avoiding the Vet Centre for a while, and for not turning up to his therapy appointments, but he really needs some help. He trusts Sam, the man hasn't bullshitted him. If he says that Bucky needs to get out of there, then he'll go, if he says that maybe he can stick about then-- well, maybe he can stick about.]

[Steve says bye with an excessive amount of waving, and otherwise is completely content to follow wherever Bucky leads him. There is the occasional wobbling, but he never actually falls in danger of tipping over. He continues to hold on to Bucky like it's a date rather than to make sure where he's going.

He also tells random people on the street, cheerfully, that this is his handsome Bucky. He blessedly only does it a couple times.

Other than that he mostly behaves himself for the short walk back to the apartment, mostly getting apparently lost in thought rather than babbling inanely. That would have started up had they gone any farther.]

Are you going to hang around, Bucky?

[Strangely, even though it's embarrassing, he doesn't find it that bad to be introduced as Steve's handsome Bucky. It's kind of nice, underneath the twist of guilt, to know that Steve really does think he's attractive.]

Yeah, for a while. I'm gonna put you to bed, because you look like a train smashed into you, and then I'm gonna make some phone calls. I'll be out on the couch and you can call me if you need anything.

[Pills, water, food. He'd be there to be Steve's nurse, it's the least he could do.]

Okay, handsome Steve?

[if he was planning on protesting, he manages to be so surprised by Bucky calling him handsome Steve that it drives him to distraction. He even blushes and giggles, bringing his hands up to cover his face like that could hide the blush.]

I'm your handsome Steve~

[visibly pleased beyond measure, Steve nods a few times and rather drifts back into his bedroom to get his pajamas back on and lay down.]

[Steve needs to stop making it really hard not to smile and kiss him, because Bucky is struggling to hold onto his guilt right now and he needs to keep perspective until he's spoken to Sam.

He waits until he hears the bed creak under Steve's weight and then gets his phone out to dial Sam, a bit nervous as to what the reaction would be.]

[Sam picks up on the first ring. He's got Bucky's number saved in his phone after all. On the other line his voice is calm if somewhat annoyed.]

Mister Barnes, [Last name treatment, you know you're in trouble.] to what do I owe the pleasure?

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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!