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"Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is."

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Steve was on a solo mission, something that was supposed to be quick, but all the while he'd had to have Bucky talk him through it over their comms.

Steve was going to either strangle him or go insane. It was the most frustrating thing in the entire world.

"Just what I need," Steve had said, shooting him a slightly amused look. "To hear your voice 24/7."

"Come on, you love me," Bucky'd protested, wrapping him into a tight hug. Natasha smirked at Steve and wiggled her eyebrows. She'd set it up, of course, just to see if Steve could stay sane after it.

Now Steve had been captured, tied to a chair, and he was mentally figuring out how to escape relatively unscathed.

"Good one, really, well done," Bucky droned and Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Those who had captured him were spouting important information, assuming he was still unconscious. Steve wanted to remain as still and silent and as anonymous as possible, allowing their voices to go through his comms, therefore allowing those back at the compound to listen in and gather said information.

"You need to stay still -- "

I know, Steve said mentally.

"Don't talk -- "

Obviously.

"And stay out, this is the best place for you right now." Steve really had to fight not to roll his eyes. "Are you hearing me? Testing, one, two, three..?"

Steve was screaming internally. He was definitely going to strangle him when he got back.

"Hey Stevie, you still okay? We can't really see you, so..."

"Hey," a gruff voice cut in as they walked over to Steve. He winced as they grabbed him by the hair and made him sit up straighter. "Rise and shine."

"Stevie, you good?"

Steve flinched as a bright light was flashed in his eyes. "What did you overhear?"

"Nothing," he retorted, and followed by that was a slap. Bucky winced on the other end.

"That sounded painful."

"You guys don't stand a chance," Steve spoke, lifting his chin. They shared an amused look.

"Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is." Bucky ruined it.

"Okay," Steve muttered to himself before beginning to fight his way out of it. He broke the chair and used the legs as weapons - a trick Natasha had taught him weeks ago.

Soon enough, the bad guys were dealt with, and Steve hightailed it out of there.

He fired Bucky off of communications. Bucky pouted about it for weeks, but eventually Steve forgave him, and allowed him on again. Bucky wasn't nearly as loud, and the missions were better because of that.

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"Shut up. Just shut up."

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"Why are you ignoring me?"

"Buck," Steve said through grit teeth, rubbing the back of his head.

"You could have died, Steve, the hell were you thinking?"

"Stop talking," Steve huffed, closing his eyes.

"Excuse me?" Bucky stepped closer, glaring at him. "What did you say to me?"

"Shut up. Just shut up," Steve murmured, closing his eyes. Bucky narrowed his eyes.

"Steve," he growled, grabbing his shoulder. Steve whirled on him, looking annoyed.

"Because I was worried, okay?" he snapped. "You fell through first and I had to get you out of there." They'd taken a tumble down a hill, crashing into rocks and tree stumps on their way down. Bucky fell through an icy lake -- Steve, of course, dove in after him, and was working on not having a panic attack.

"I can handle myself -- "

"Clearly you can't, because here we are, freezing our *sses off," Steve barked.

"I didn't ask to be saved!" Bucky yelled.

"So I should've let you die? I can't do that, Buck -- "

"But why -- "

"That's a stupid question," Steve growled, closing his eyes. The back of his head was bleeding; one of the reasons he was so pissed off.

Bucky crossed his arms, still shivering. "I can't believe you," he muttered. Steve clenched his jaw but didn't retort.

He was exhausted now, as was Bucky.

Steve just wanted to go home. As he sat there, he noticed his breathing picking up, and he cursed softly.

"Oh, s***, not now, not now," he said quietly, his breathing picking up pace. Bucky turned his head.

"Steve?" The worry was edging back into his voice.

Slowly, the world felt like it began to spiral around him, making him feel dizzy, sick. "S***, s***," he hissed, his voice coming out weaker than he would've liked.

"Steve, calm down," Bucky said suddenly, frowning as he scooched over. Steve was already spiraling, trying to take shallow breaths; too quick.

Bucky sat against him, pressing his back against his. He took one of Steve's hands and squeezed it periodically as Steve struggled through a panic attack.

"I'm sorry," Steve panted, clenching and unclenching his hands, trying to ignore how much they were shaking.

"It's okay," Bucky said quietly, tilting his head a little. "You're okay, Steve. Just breathe."

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"Again?"

//// Some AU Steve/Bucky where Steve's tiny in the future, yet they fought in the same war.

Bucky looked at the smaller blond, amused. "Again?"

Steve looked annoyed, puffing a strand of hair off of his forehead. "Please," he sighed, looking up to the row of soup he needed to grab. Bucky followed his gaze and chewed his lip. It was a little tall, even for him, so he got the bright idea to detach his metal arm and use that instead.

They got several strange looks and Steve rocked on his heels. They looked like a sight; a tall, scary brunet with a detached metal arm, and a smaller, skinny blond guy who was practically half his size.

"People are staring," he hissed, shooting Bucky a nervous look. Bucky used his metal arm to whack several cans down, ignoring Steve's comment.

"Here, catch 'em."

Steve did so, stepping back and forth to grab the falling cans. A couple people stopped to chuckle at the phenomenon, and Bucky whirled on them, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" In his gruff voice, he sounded a little scary. Some of the people took a step back, but remained in awe at the fact that he was missing an arm.

"What happened, son?" An old man stepped forward, staring directly at his missing appendage. Bucky and Steve shared a quick, annoyed glance.

"War," he said simply, reattaching his arm. The man nodded sagely. Bucky shot Steve another quick glance that simply said 'run'. They needed an excuse - Bucky didn't want too much attention on him.

"And what's this little guy's story, hmm?" The man crouched down to look Steve in the eyes. Steve looked annoyed.

"I was a medic in the same war," he simply said. Bucky began taking casual steps backwards. The man was staring at them both incredulously.

"And what are you two? Brothers?"

Bucky cringed. "God, no."

"Cousins?"

"We're actually a couple," Steve explained simply, taking a step back to join Bucky.

A woman poked her head up out of the crowd. "A couple? You do know that that's a sin..?" She raised her eyebrows. "You two are sick."

They shared another glance and Steve began coughing loudly. "Oh no," he coughed. "Buck, I'm sick! I'm sick with the gay! Oh, God, I only see men! They're clouding my vision!"

The woman scoffed and the crowd slowly began to disperse, quickly leaving them alone. Bucky took Steve's hand and briskly led him out, Steve still coughing loudly all the while.

"Okay, we are never going there again," he finally said when they were far away. Bucky sighed, smiled a little, and pulled Steve against him.

"Punk."

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"I've been in love with you my entire life."

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"Seriously, you two are dating, right?"

Steve and Bucky shared a glance, confused.

"What? No," Bucky said, frowning. Steve looked at him.

"No way," he agreed, crossing his arms. Bucky nodded firmly. Sam raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and walked out.

"Okay..."

Sam ducked around the door and pressed against the wall, listening intently.

Bucky scoffed and leaned against the couch, folding his arms. "A couple," he murmured. "Ridiculous, huh?"

"Yeah," Steve responded, smiling a little. Bucky slouched more and closed his eyes. Steve tried not to look at him, tried not to feel disappointed.

He liked him; had for a long, long time. He'd never been able to tell him, but he obviously couldn't tell him now.

"Have you found anyone?" Bucky asked suddenly, looking over at him.

"Nah," Steve dismissed. "You?"

Bucky looked at him quietly. "Probably not," he replied. Steve cocked his head, confused.

"Probably not?"

"I like this one person," he said simply. "Don't think they like me back."

Steve looked hopeless for a second as he studied him. Almost heartsick. Bucky's expression slowly changed as he looked at him, and his eyes softened.

"Oh," he breathed. "Um... Steve..?"

Steve shuffled where he sat, slowly turning red. He took a deep breath. "I like you. Really like you," he sighed. "I've... kind of liked you for so many years."

Bucky smiled softly. "I've been in love with you my entire life."

They fell dead silent.

"Oooh," Sam squealed, silently clapping his hands.

"Oh," Steve echoed, a smile edging onto his face. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck and smiled awkwardly.

"Yeah. So..."

"Oh, shut up and kiss already," Sam yelled as he stepped around the corner again. Bucky went red in the face, but that push was all Steve needed. He ignored the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest, he ignored Sam who was standing right in front of them. He focused on Bucky instead, and he kissed him.

Bucky could hear Sam cheering to his left, but he ignored him and pulled Steve closer.

When they finally pulled away, Sam's eyes were shining.

"Way to go, man!" He high-fived Steve, who smiled and shook his head and Bucky waved him away.

"So annoying," he muttered, ducking his head, trying not to blush.

"Ah, but I was right!"

He was. The two remained in a solid relationship for years later. Sam never let them forget that moment.

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"I'm tired of being your secret."

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Bucky looked at Steve, annoyed. "So. You gonna tell them yet?"

Steve was procrastinating telling the others that a wanted assassin was living with him, and that he and said assassin were in a steady relationship.

Bucky didn't see a problem with it.

"They're your friends, aren't they? Shouldn't they be okay with it?"

"It's not that I'm bisexual, it's that I'm dating an assassin who's wanted on several accounts of murder," Steve reminded, pacing the living room floor. Bucky threw his arms up.

"So what?" He shifted where he sat. "Steve, one of your own teammates is an assassin."

"That's... different. They'll haul you in," Steve said impatiently. "We have to be careful, Buck."

"I'm tired of being your secret." Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. "Now tell them or I will."

Steve matched his gaze, folding his arms. "How?"

Bucky pulled out his phone and navigated onto Facebook. "You guys have a Facebook page, because you're all lame," he explained, tapping into the most recent post. "All I had to do to get passed was talk about how tough it was to be an Avenger to Tony's bot program - to do that and have the right key words, I logged onto your Instagram and checked all of your friends' accounts and got information that way. Great nickname, by way. Captastic1918?" He snorted.

"There's no way that worked. You go through Tony to be invited into the group," Steve said.

"Or you just bypass it," Bucky answered, typing on his phone. "Or, all that stuff I said was just rambling and causing a diversion because look, all I had to do was switch phones with you and log on to your Facebook." He shot him a look. "You just announced you're dating someone. Congrats."

Steve stared at him and yanked his phone out of his hand. "I keep my phone on me at all times," he muttered, reading through the post. Already, the Avengers were freaking out.

"Please," Bucky scoffed. "You hid a flash drive behind two sticks of gum."

Steve stared at him some more. Someone knocked on the door, and Bucky, shrugging, got up to answer it.

Natasha stood there, demanding who he was. Steve took a deep breath.

He was about to have a rough night.

Three hours later, he had explained all and Natasha was convinced that Bucky wasn't a psychopath hellbent on murdering Steve in his sleep.

"That went well," Bucky said absently as he grabbed his actual phone and began scrolling through his own Instagram, "accidentally" liking all of Steve's pictures.

"I might actually hate you," Steve sighed as he flopped down beside him. Bucky smiled over at him and kissed his cheek.

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Surprisingly, I really liked the first and last ones. Any favourites?