So this was requested by spideymanandloki my best friend, so yeah. I should've mentioned earlier and I AM SO SORRY but the last one was requested by TereHinojosa8. So yeah. Enjoy.

Bucky swings a punch at the bigger bully who had him trapped in a corner of the alley. Of course, the bully dodges the lame punch and catches his fist.

The bully punches him hard in the gut and Bucky leans over, groaning and clutching his stomach. The bully smirks, but his smirk fades away when he sees Bucky slowly get back up, rage in his blue-green eyes. He brushes his floppy brown hair out of his face, puffs out a breath and clenches his tiny hands into fists.

"You just don' know when to give up, do ya?" He laughs at the smaller guy. Bucky doesn't reply, just tries to punch him again. He again dodges and drives his fist into Bucky's face. The brunette topples over with the hit and falls against the garbage bins, he doesn't bother getting back up.

"Hey!" Someone calls out and Bucky raises his head slightly. The bully turns around to see a tall blonde in an army uniform sauntering over. The blonde grabs his shoulder and whirls him around, he shoves him away.

"Pick on someone your own size." He huffs. The bully goes to punch him but the blonde catches his fist, with the other hand he punches him in the face. The bully stumbles away and the blonde kicks him in the rear for good measure. He saunters over to where Bucky was slowly getting to his feet.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched." The blonde muses, stooping down to pick up Bucky's fallen papers.
"I had him on the ropes." Bucky replies, wincing a little and wiping the blood from his mouth. He looks up and freezes, looking the blonde up and down.

"You get your orders?" He asks, meeting his cool blue eyes. The blonde looks down to the side before raising his head again, hat tilted to the side.

"Sergeant Steve Rogers, 107th, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow." He replies and Bucky nods, looking down. He brushes the dirt from his hands then looks back up at Steve.

"I should be going." He sighs. Steve shakes his head, watching him quietly. He grins suddenly and swings his arm around Bucky's small shoulders and hugs him close.

"C'mon, man. It's my last night." Steve muses.

"We gotta get you cleaned up." He adds, looking him up and down. Bucky rolls his eyes and shoves his shoulder.

"Why, where are we going?" He asks, taking his papers back from the taller blonde. Steve tilts his head a little before handing the brunette a newspaper.

"The future." He replies as Bucky gazes down at the front page. Steve smiles to himself, walking alongside his best friend. Bucky hands him the paper back and flips through his own, making sure they're all there. Steve glances over and his smile falters when he sees the army's signature on top of the paper.

"Really? Again? You know it's illegal to lie on enlistment forms, right?" Steve sighs, looking at the papers. Bucky had been trying to get into the army ever since it started, he wanted to help and both his parents died serving in the army. Bucky raises his head and meets Steve's gaze.

"I need to fight this war, Steve. You don't understand." He replies, folding his papers and shoving them into his pockets. Steve sighs deeply and shakes his head.

"And seriously, Jersey?" He adds, sending him a glance. Bucky says nothing and the blonde sighs again.

///

The next day rolled around and Steve was to be shipped off.

"Bucky. Wake up, I gotta go." Steve sighs, lightly shaking the brunette's shoulder from where he slept. They had made a couch cushion fort for the memories it carried; when they were kids they always made couch cushion forts together. Bucky shifts a little then buries deeper under the thick blankets, he sniffles and Steve immediately looks concerned. Bucky had a lot of health issues, and that was one of the reasons he wasn't eligible to join the army. Scarlet fever, asthma, someone in his family had had diabetes, he was easily winded... it went on and on.

"Buck." Steve whispers and the brunette sits up, rubbing his face groggily. He sneezes then looks up at the blonde.

"I gotta go now." Steve repeats, smoothing the blankets out and handing Bucky a tissue. He wipes his nose and gets up, his thin, frail body swaying a little. He'd just woken up.

He wraps his arms around the blonde and Steve hugs back, sighing. Bucky pulls back and looks at him seriously, and Steve was proud to see that determination on his face that he was so used to seeing every day of his life. Bucky was a fighter, fought for his life. Steve had seen him stare death in the face on multiple occasions; lying weak and sick in bed, coughing too hard for such a small punk. He remembered Winifred, Bucky's mom, crying in the kitchen as she made her small boy soup. Bucky had given Steve so many 'death sketches', he called them; he wanted to leave something behind for Steve when he died. Steve still had them.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Steve muses, he ruffles his hair and Bucky quickly fixes it.

"How can I? You're takin' all the stupid with you." He replies and Steve smirks, he shakes his head.

"You're a punk." Steve huffs, hugging him again.

"Jerk. Be careful." Bucky says back softly, pulling back again. Steve smiles and nods, he salutes casually before sauntering out the door. Bucky sighs and watches him go until he's of sight. He pulls one of the papers out of his pocket and looks at it. Tucked in between the army enlistment forms was a photo of Steve, to remind Bucky of why he wanted to fight the war. For him.

He'd never be able to admit it, the public would be furious, but he loved Steve. Of course he did.

///

Steve sits on his cot and sighs, running a hand through his hair. He looks around the camp to hear men chatting outside, generals barking orders along with colonels shouting. It was overly loud to him.

Steve pulls out a pencil and a piece of paper, he pulls a desk closer and starts writing, the pencil scratching along the paper.

Hey Bucky,

You'd better be safe, you punk. You aren't still trying to get in, are you? That's one of the reasons I joined, to keep you safe. Did you get your medicine? Taking care of yourself, right? Better be. Look, Bucky, I'll be fine over here and I want you to be safe, so please, just stay at home. At least nobody will be trying to kill you there. Chances are you'll ignore me. But just... don't. I'm fine over here, weather's not that nice. Don't like England much... anyway I hope you're doing well, and since I can, I gotta say something. Bucky, I think- well, I guess I know- I love ya, pal. Sudden, but true. If I don't see you again... well, at least you'll know. I love you and I'd exclaim it to the world.

All the best, Steve

Bucky reads over the letter and his mouth had dropped open. Tears shone in his eyes and several fell onto the page. Steve loved him. Bucky grabs a pencil, coughs, grabs a piece of paper, and writes back.

Steve reads the letter and smiles happily. Bucky loved him back. With that knowledge, Steve knew he had an extra reason to make it back home safe and sound.

///

Bucky stands with the rest of the women and ladies, anxiously waiting for the train that would deliver their boys back safe and sound. He was nervous, and jittery, being the only guy standing there. The train pulls into the station and men file out; some battered, some bruised, some missing limbs. He scooches backwards and cranes his neck awkwardly, trying to see around the crowd of happy people. He was still a shrimp; he'd stopped trying to get in for Steve.

"Bucky!" He hears faintly to the left of him and he looks over. His heart leaped when he saw the blonde looking around for him. Bucky shoves his way through the crowd and throws himself into Steve's arms. The blonde lifts him up easily and twirls him around.

"You're safe, right? You aren't hurt?" Bucky asks quickly, panic on his small face. Steve shakes his head and Bucky relaxes, he wraps his skeletal arms around him and sighs.

"Guess all that stupid I took didn't matter, huh?" He muses and Bucky smiles, rolling his eyes.

"How many bombs did you dive away from? How many bullets did you take? And you joined the army, I'd say that's pretty dumb." He huffs and Steve shakes his head.

"Says the guy who so badly wanted to get in and be a soldier." He counters.

"Oh, hush, I did that for you." He replies, looking at him. Steve smiles, relieved, and hugs him. Bucky hugs back tightly, and making sure nobody's looking, he quickly kisses his cheek. Steve looks at him and Bucky blushes. Steve smiles and kisses Bucky's cheek.

The pair head home and Steve sighs and he flops onto the couch. Bucky coughs again and sniffles, coughing harshly again. His asthma starts coming back and soon he's gasping for air. Steve springs to his feet and grabs the inhaler, Bucky uses it quickly and rests his head on the back of the couch. Steve watches him worriedly and the brunette closes his eyes, swallowing.

"I didn't die." He croaks and Steve sighs softly, glad he's fine. He pours him a glass of water and Bucky downs it quickly then licks his wet lips.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack, punk." Steve sighs, sitting beside him. Bucky cracks a grin.

"Don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere for a long time." He yawns and rests his head against Steve's shoulder. The blonde wraps an arm around him and Bucky sighs, closing his eyes. They sit like that for about an hour and Bucky nearly falls asleep until Steve speaks up.

"I'm with you 'til the end of the line." He states and Bucky looks at him sleepily.

"Hmm, what's that?" He hums.

"A promise. I'm with you 'til the end of the line, pal." He promises and Bucky smiles adorably. Steve smiles back.

"I like that. I'm with you 'til the end of the line." He yawns and closes his eyes again. In a few minutes he's fast asleep. Steve grabs a blanket and wraps it around Bucky's thin shoulders. The brunette sleeps on and Steve smiles. He presses a kiss to Bucky's temple and sighs contentedly. Who cares what the world thought; as long as they were happy, that's all that mattered.