A/N: Happy Hallows Eve, everyone! I decided to do a Halloween Special like they do on TV because I was bored and it's Halloween, so why not? It's Stucky because...well...STUCKY. It's told from Steve's point of view. Enjoy!

I sat up in bed. There was a storm rolling in and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone needed a warm place to seek refuge for the night. I put on my shoes and a jacket and went out for a stroll down the street just in case I could find people who needed a place to stay.

I took calming breaths as I went out into the rising storm, knowing that I had to help a few people. My instinct has never been wrong about the need to help someone before, so... I have to check. You get the point. But the fact that I'm walking alone through a storm on Halloween is just a bad omen. I don't like storms.

Midway through my walk down the street, thunder shook the sky and lightning lit up the streets. I heard whimpers from the nearest alley. I ran towards the sound to find a small young-looking man with soft features and a set of wolf's ears and a wolf tail. He was curled up inside the dumpster and shivering in his giant, tattered clothing.

"Hi there. I'm here to help you. I promise I won't hurt you, just let me carry you to my nice warm home." I said, holding my hands up to show no harm. He opened one eye and took in the sight of me before sitting up and slowly putting his two very different hands out, opening the other eye. I took his hands and pulled him out of the dumpster before standing so he could climb onto my back. "Climb on." I offered. He nodded and got onto my back and I ran through the storm back to my little apartment with him whimpering into my back the whole time.

When I got to my apartment, I put him down on the bathroom floor. He looked up at me quizzically as I took off my jacket and shoes before digging through the cabinet for a towel.

"Alright, welcome to my home. Let's get you cleaned up." I said.

"Wh-who are you?" He finally said as I started filling up the bathtub.

"I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you. What's your name?" I replied.

"I don't know my name. I've never heard it and I can't read..." He replied, holding up what looked like a broken collar with a tag on it. I took it.

The tag read "Canon". I wrinkled my nose at that. That's not a proper name. I tossed the collar into the trash.

"I don't count what your tag said as a name, so I'll name you." I said to him as I turned the water off. "How bout I call you Bucky, pal?"

He smiled, saying the name, as if he was tasting it. Then he nodded excitedly.

"Bucky it is then. Alright Bucky, can you take your clothes off for me and climb into the tub?" I asked before starting to get my spare loufa wet. He turned away from me as he took off his clothes and then he quickly climbed into the bathtub.

I then noticed that Bucky had a swollen stomach and he was looking nervously down at his belly and glancing up at me because of it. Everything about him except his stomach was thin but soft. His chest seemed tender so... I had no idea what was wrong with him.

I just shrugged it off and tilted his head back so I could get his hair wet.

"You're not alarmed by how round I look for a homeless person?" the brunette whispered as I started shampooing his chin length hair.

"No. What I do know though is that I still wanna help you." I replied, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair carefully. His ears flicked back and forth, shaking the water out.

"Okay. Thank you so much for that, Steve. I don't think anyone else would help me out with my pregnancy." Bucky whispered the last bit, twiddling his thumbs.

I absorbed that little piece of information and shrugged. There have been weirder things. The fact that he's pregnant brings surprise and I have to say that I'm impressed, but seriously. I have seen aliens, gods, magic, and a synthetic vibranium man that thinks like a real man and acts like one.

"Okay then. You're a pregnant male werewolf with a metal arm. Whatever. I don't mind at all. I know a guy made of metal." I said, rinsing the conditioner out of his dark hair.

"Really?" He asked, suddenly interested. I made a noise of affirmation and started scrubbing his back.

I told him about all the weird people I knew and about how I used to be a sickly little thing until I met Dr Abraham Erskine as I washed him down. Then I helped him dry off and gave him some clean clothes before making him some toast.

He came out wearing my sweatshirt and sweatpants that were three sizes too big for his small frame and sat at the table. He ate the toast without complaining and we went off to bed. Bucky snuggled up to me as the storm resumed, not even paying attention to it as he slept peacefully with his head on my chest. I kissed the top of his head and went off to sleep just as peacefully.

I woke up the next morning to find that Bucky was still fast asleep on me, his wolf ears lazily flopped over and his tail spread behind him. "What a pretty little wolf." I murmur, brushing his hair out of his face. His sleeping face was beautiful as his awake face.