[Some Pre!Serum Steve. I'VE REACHED 9k THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.]

Steve short, weak, and so incredibly stubborn. The fights don't help his poor health, but he continues to provoke guys twice his size.

"I don't provoke them, (Y/n)," Steve huffs, wincing when you press down on the bruise under his eye. "They're bullies. I'm only-"

"Doing what's right, yeah, yeah," Leaning back, you stare hard at him. "But you need to stop before you actually die."

He scoffs. "I'm not going to die."

"You really are a punk," Bucky says from the doorway. "Aren't you?"

Steve sits up straight when you laugh. "Punk? You want to know how punk I am?"

You raise a brow. "What are you going to do, punch the wall?"

Steve's eyes narrow in determination. Pulling his arm back, his knuckles collide with the wood before you could stop him.

You and Bucky freeze as he holds his hand, watching as blood streams down from his knuckles and onto the floor.

"Okay," He swallows, shakily climbs to his feet. "Take me to the hospital."