4. I Can't |Stucky (fluffy smut)

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I can't do this anymore. Full title

The day was a deep gray. Clouds blanketed the sky as far as Steve could see, drenching the world in a melancholy state, but the hustle and bustle of city life told him otherwise. Everyone seemed used to this weather. Steve wasn't. He was used to the sunshine and occasional clouds. Steve wasn't a depressed man. But even that one sentence was a lie, despite what he told himself.

The truth was, ever since he took the seventy year long ice bath, Steve was not the same man from the forties. Steve was not the same kid who got into brawls in back alleyways or the same kid who tagged along while his best friend got all the girls. Steve was not the same after Bucky left. Sure, the super soldier was here now, rescued from HYDRA, but neither one of them is the same. The war changed that. The war changed what they had.

He's slowly adjusting to the 21st century. It's a whole different time period, and Steve has no idea why everything is so different. The times really do change, if that makes any sense.

Steve stood, at the kitchen counter, making a piece of toast when two arms wrapped around his torso. One metallic and cold, the other fleshy and callused and warm.

"How are you my soldier?" Bucky whispered, kissing Steve's neck. He even had the confidence to roll his hips a little, smirking against his pulse point.

"I-I'm good Buck. I would ask how you were, but you seem in a playful mood." Steve grinned lightly, turning in Bucky's grasp so he was facing his boyfriend. "I would like to eat my toast first, if that was alright."

"Hmmmm..." Bucky took a bite. "No." Then he threw Steve over his left shoulder and carried him to the bedroom. Steve protested, and punched Bucky once in the back before realizing that it hurt him more than it hurt Bucky. So he gave up and let Bucky hold him like a sack of potatoes, resting his elbows on Bucky's shoulder blades until they got to the room.

When the creaking of wood finally stopped, because Bucky was a tease, Steve could smell rose petals and candles. He couldn't see anything, but he could tell that the room was dark except for the dim light of a flickering flame.

Bucky laid Steve down gently onto the bed, then shut and locked the door. Then he crawled into the sheets next to him. "Are you alright my love?"

The tenderness of his voice supposed Steve. Usually, Bucky was all laughs and brooding tones, but now, he was like the Bucky Steve knew from the forties. Right now, Bucky was James Buchanan Barnes. American sweetheart and a man who looked good in uniform. The man who "rescued" him from back alley fights and cold nights.

Steve must've been acting not himself, otherwise Bucky wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of setting this romantic, although cliché mood.

Apparently Steve had drifted off into his thoughts, because he didn't know Bucky was kissing his cheek until he licked him. "Talk to me. You know you can tell me what's wrong. You do know that. Right?" Bucky asked uncertainly, his eyes betraying his worry.

Steve nodded and went in for a kiss, but Bucky pushed him back. "Then tell me what's wrong. I want to make sure you are happy and healthy. Because as of late, you have not been the fearless golden retriever of a human being that I know and love. Talk to me. Just talk to me. Please."

There was a pause, and then Steve couldn't stop the words as they flood out of his mouth. Each word burned like fire on his lips, but it felt good to get everything off of his chest. "I don't know anymore, Buck. Everything is new, different. Foreign. When I went into the ice, I was prepared. I wasn't scared of death, but when I was pulled out seventy years later, I was terrified. I couldn't face the world without you, and I didn't want to admit it. I wanted everyone to think I was strong, but now I can't. I can't pretend to be the all American captain everyone wants me to be. I can't be strong anymore. I just can't do it." The tears were rolling in fat drops now, dropping off his cheeks and hitting the sheets with a muffled sound. Bucky wiped one tear away just as it was about to fall and captured Steve's mouth into a kiss. "Well then, you don't have to be strong. Just let me take care of you."

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