Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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Fill: I'm Yours to the End of the Line (5/?)

[(Anonymous)]

They march some more. They march for days. With each step he takes Bucky feels a little more real, and he falls into formation at Steve’s left without much thought, lets everything leak out his feet into the ground and empty his head.

Steve gets them all back, which Bucky realizes is a minor miracle. “Hey!” He shouts at the guys, getting their attention. “Let’s hear it for Captain America!”

The way Steve smiles softly and seems to settle into his shoulders is worth the bright flair of pain Bucky feels in his sternum and up into his throat. Some of the guys clap him on the back, and Bucky endures the touching and leering congratulations the way he endured marching for days. It’s a light touch at his elbow, one that has Bucky turning and following instinctively, which pulls him away.

It’s Steve. It’s Steve the same as Steve’s always been, that light grip on the inside of his elbow doing more to convince Bucky this is still his Dom than anything else. For Steve it’s probably different, because of his height, but for Bucky it’s the same touch that guided him, gasping and trembling, away from guys who took Steve’s attitude the wrong way.

Bucky is not gasping and trembling now, but Steve leads him away from the celebrating soldiers with the same gentle touch.

He’s leading him to the medical tent. Bucky stops short as soon as he realizes. Steve’s grip tightens.

“Bucky,” he says, and he sounds as calm and level headed as he always does. “You need medical attention.”

“I just fucking marched from Austria, I’m fine.”

“You think I can’t tell you’re in pain?” Steve asks, pulling Bucky around to face him. “You think I didn’t notice that setup in the isolation ward, or that you could barely stand when I got there?”

“I’m standing just fine now,” Bucky hisses at him.

“You’re standing just fine now, Sir,” Steve corrects.

“Are you really?” Bucky demands, and maybe he’s looking for some kind of reaction to that, some hurt on Steve’s face, but as usual Steve keeps his face firm and blank of any reaction.

“Yes, Bucky. You’re mine to the end of the line, remember?”

Bucky – breaks. Cracks right down the middle. He drops his chin to his chest and breathes heavy and, yeah, there’s the shaking. Steve gently pries the rifle from Bucky’s grip and puts his hand back around his elbow.

Steve gets them into an out of the way corner of the medical tent, because they’re swamped with all the other injured that made it back with them, and faces Bucky towards the canvas wall and puts him on his knees. Bucky can’t help tensing up, because they are basically in public and even on the front lines this is a little lewd, but Steve puts a big hand – bigger than Bucky remembers – around the back of Bucky’s neck and presses his face into the cavity of Steve’s hip. Bucky has a moment of disorientation, because he used to come up to Steve’s sternum like this.

Bucky can’t help letting go with Steve’s hip under his face and his hand on the back of his neck. The imagined gazes and leers fade away from the back of his awareness, and so does the need to constantly be on guard, because Steve can take care of himself now, he’s proved it, and Bucky can just-

He’s not sure how much time passes before they have room for non-emergency cases like Bucky, but eventually Steve pulls him up and directs him to a cot. It hurts to move. Bucky finds himself making little noises of pain, now that he’s not being vigilant about swallowing them. Steve helps him lay down and pets his hair, murmuring soothing things in Bucky’s ear as the doctor comes over. Steve and the woman have a conversation over his head, but Bucky feels no need to listen in.

“I want you to answer the Doctor’s questions honestly, alright?” Steve tells him.

“Yes Sir,” Bucky agrees, and does as he’s told. He talks about the needles and the pain and the fever dreams. Most of his answers to direct questions are ‘I don’t know’ and each time Bucky has to say it he feels a little worse, more anxious and worried that he’s doing something wrong. Steve calls a stop to it, converses softly with the doctor, and then helps Bucky up and out of the medical tent.