Storm

Fandom: Avengers

OTP: Steve Roger x Bucky Barnes (soldier husbands)

Bucky jerked up when the room lit up and seemed to rattle. It was like a bomb went off. For a moment, he wasn't sure where he was and his grip on the knife under his pillow tightened. The only sound in the empty bedroom was the steady tapping rain on the windows. It took him a minute to realize. He was with Steve, in their apartment in Brooklyn.

Right..

Breathe.

In with the calm, out with the communism was Tony Stark's saying.

What a bastard, that Stark. Bucky hadn't been too fond of his old man either.

Sitting up better, he replaced the weapon and ran a hand through his hair. It's all good. It's all okay. He's with Steve. Looking over to the other super soldier's side of the bed, he cocked an eyebrow.

Where was his favorite Star Spangled Man with a Plan?

Getting up with a groan, he set out to find him, not bothering to pick up his discarded shirt. It wouldn't take him long to find the other and he wouldn't really be in need of a shirt, or clothes, after that anyway. The storm covered his light steps as he made his way down the hall to their living room. That's why he liked storms, it made it easier to sneak up on a target. It also helped that Steve was beating this ever loving shit outta the punching bag hanging in the living room.

Don't act so shocked. Who doesn't having a punching bag hanging in their living room?

Come on now, damn it.

Steve had his head down, back to the rest of the apartment and a grudge against that thing that made Bucky worry. Everything the thunder rumbled, he seemed to hit it harder, taking some unresolved emotion out on the near bursting bag and on himself. The Winter Soldier frowned, but headed to the kitchen, taking an apple from the bowl and bringing it to his mouth. He had just opened his mouth to take a bite when the poor punching bag finally started to break off the chain. But Steve just kept hitting it.

"Hey babe, I think it's dead. You got it."

The storm made the windows rattle and the Captain swung harder.

"Cap.."

The seams were ripping. Bucky could see the broken skin over Steve's knuckles as he started over to him.

"Steve." With the next boom of thunder, the punching bag came down, and Steve's fist was caught by Bucky's metal hand. The connection of his fist to metal instead of leather jarred the blonde out of whatever world he was lost in.

"Bucky? What are you doing up?" He asked, almost bewildered.

His eyebrow quirked again. "Well, let's think. I wake up in the middle of a thunderstorm, in an empty bed and you beating the training equipment like it owes you money. Why do you think I'm up?"

Steve looked like a kicked puppy. "I couldn't sleep..."

"I gathered that."

"The thunder..." The look in his blue eyes tore at Bucky's heart. He couldn't believe it took him this long to realize. There was a reason Steve tried not to fight or train near Thor. It was the same reason Tony made jokes directed at him.

"You... You're afraid of it?"

"Sometimes it sounds the same as when the plane hit the ice. I wake up and I'm freezing cold. " he said softly, turning away from him. "Other times I wake up and expect not to find you beside me. It rained the day I heard you had been captured. I thought I lost you forever.." Steve jerked when he felt Bucky catch his arm and pull him back to him. Bucky gently held Steve's face in his hands, looking up at him.

"You haven't lost me yet. I'm right here, love." He leaned in and gently kissed him, "you can't get rid of me that easily."

The blonde smiled a little. "I know."

"But hey, here's the thing. We break anymore punching bags, the girl at Academy is gonna start wondering what we're really doing with them. We need to think of a better distraction than boxing,"

"What do you have in mind?"