Joshler Because I'm: Soft

Part 13

(Tyler's POV)

(A/N: There's going to be quite a few time skips throughout the movies so yeah, just a warning. Also spoiler alert (?) for the first Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and Civil War. Not even really spoilers, but I'm throwing this out there for anybody looking for an argument.)

          "Wow, you're a lot like Bucky. Ya know, helping me, Steve, when I get beaten up." I glanced over at Josh who rolled his eyes while grinning.

          "Oh shush, you are not Steve Rogers. Maybe pre-serum, but definitely not when he's all huge and muscular." Josh raised an eyebrow while talking, looking over at me.

          "Well Bucky is too! Have you seen  Sebastian Stan's muscles!? Seriously, like, mmmmm, he definitely goes to the gym or something because-" I started smirking once I realized Josh was getting jealous.

          "OKAY! Fair point, fair point. Seb is definitely a sight to look at, no need to rub it in. But I mean, Bucky is 100% a cinnamon roll. The whole time. And don't you dare bring up the Winter Soldier because that is not Bucky. But you're a cinnamon roll, too. Therefore, you're Bucky and nothing you can say will change my mind." Josh grinned and turned back to the TV, making me shrink up my mouth, grin, and continue watching.

Time skip to the first time we think Bucky dies

          "No, he can't be, NO! Bucky's not dead! Steve, go find him! Save him!" I called out to the screen. I could hear Josh trying to hold in his laughter, so without even turning to him, I spoke again. "Don't even think about laughing at me, I do this way too often with movies I've seen before." I chuckled at myself, glancing at Josh before looking back to the movie.

Time skip to when Steve's about to save Bucky

          "Go save Bucky!! Keep going, Steve!!" I cheer on Captain America as I suddenly felt tears start to build up in my eyes when I saw Bucky strapped up to that chair. "I am not crying yet. That's not happening. He only got tortured a little, he-he's okay." I bit my lip and breathed through it, avoiding my tears.

          "Tyler, save the crying for when Bucky-" Josh smugly started talking until I slapped my hand over his mouth, cutting him off. I removed it when Josh raised his eyebrows. "Okay, okay." He chuckled, scooting closer to me on the couch.

Time skip to Bucky falling off the train
(aka what starts my depression)
((aka the second time we think Bucky dies))

          "I'm not crying. Nope. I'm perfectly fine. Everything is totally fine." My voice cracked as tears started falling down my face.

          "Aw, Tyler, nooooo." Josh moved his arm that was behind me on the couch to around my shoulders, rubbing my arm. "It's okay! It's just a movie." Josh comforted me, making me tearily chuckle.

          "I know, it's just sad." I tearily laughed again, leaning my head onto Josh. "I've seen this a million times and it still manages to make me cry."

Time skip to Winter Soldier when Bucky's fixing his metal arm and thatonebitch™️ is about to torture him

          "DON'T YOU FREAKING TOUCH HIM, I WILL KILL YOU! DON'T FREAKING HIT HIM LIKE THAT, HE'S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH! NO!" I started yelling at the guy in the TV, who just so happened to slap Bucky.

          "Shhh, Tyler, calm thyself. It's okay." Josh caressed my arm, helping me breathe through my tears that were building up again.

          "No, no, no, he looks so broken. Don't do this to him again!" Tears started pouring out of my eyes after that conversation of Bucky somewhat remembering Steve and after he got tortured again.

          "Oh, Tyler, no." Josh frowned, wrapping both of his arms around me protectively to comfort me. "Tyler, look what you're doing! You're turning me into a softy! Ugh, now I wanna cry." Josh chuckled as he pulled me close, resting his chin on my shoulder. I leaned my head against his and chuckled, snuggling into Josh.

Time skip to Civil War when we saw Bucky turning into the Winter Soldier

          "No.... No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop doing this to him! He doesn't deserve this!!" I shouted at the screen, tears starting to fall onto my cheeks. "Bucky, no.... He's trembling...." Those tears soon started pouring out of my eyes.

          "Normally I'd try and say something to help you calm down, which I will in a second, but first, let me just: HOW DARE YOU! BUCKY HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG AND HE DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. YOU NEED TO STOP AND GO STRAIGHT TO HELL AND LEAVE THE BEAN ALONE!" Josh yelled at the TV, cleared his throat, and then turned to me. "Hey buddy, it's okay. It's not real, don't worry. Shhh, it's okay." Josh spoke gently to me, hugging the ball that I currently curled myself into. He was crying too, but he liked to pretend he didn't get that emotional.

          Sometime during Civil War, Josh and I both fell asleep on each other, ours heads resting on the other and our hands locked together. It's not very surprising, considering we only got three hours of sleep the night prior, but it was nice. Despite it being cold outside, we kept each other warm and comfortable.

          When I woke up, it was dark outside. I checked my phone to find that it was 2:23am. I groaned as I looked at the time and put my phone away. I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head up, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lights.

I happened to be laying on my stomach, which I never did. I thought it was strange, so I tried to sit up.... until I realized I wasn't laying on the couch. I looked down and noticed I was on Josh. He was laying on his back, one arm behind his head while the other was wrapped around me. I tiredly smiled to myself as I quietly got up, trying not to wake Josh. I got a cup of water and downed it, before moving back into place, laying on my stomach, my head on Josh's chest. I held a hand by my face and wrapped the other one around Josh while he unconsciously did the same in his sleep. I smiled to myself again as I closed my eyes and fell asleep once more.