THIRD PERSON POV:
"Hey Natasha." Bucky says. "Наташа, Стив такой милый, когда злится."
"конечно он есть. он Стив Роджерс, ты тупица." She responds.
"если ты скажешь ему, что у него классная задница, он покраснет твои волосы." Bucky said and she snickered, looking over at Steve.
"I should learn Russian." Steve whispered to himself.
—x—x—x—x—
Bucky turned restlessly in his sleep. "Не заставляйте меня, не заставляйте меня, пожалуйста, остановитесь, не заставляйте меня, я не хочу, пожалуйста, не делайте этого." He mumbled, tossing and turning.
Steve winced, "Poor Bucky." He nestled Bucky in his arms, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and didn't fall asleep until Bucky stopped.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
"Просить о твоей жизни для меня ни хрена не будет." He whispered, this time a lot more harsh.
"I'm sorry Bucky." He whispered. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I'm sorry I couldn't save you." Steve apologized profusely, pulling Bucky in closer.
—x—x—x—x—x—
I'm sorry. I'm so mean. I made you read this. It was cute then it was very not cute. I'm sorry again.
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Chloe
YOU ARE READING
Avengers one-shots!
FanfictionIt's the title. Of course there's enough of these, but I'm trying. Constructive criticism is welcome and so are requests I don't own anything (duh)
