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Sickly Steve finding Bucky the dragon in an abandoned warehouse that used to be a Hydra facility, a scrapped experimentation left to succumb to a cryogenic sleep

Sickly Steve rescuing Bucky the dragon and being met by defiant growls and hissing as he tries to pull him out with a make shift leash

Sickly Steve luring Bucky the dragon out with a trail of fish, which he sniffs cautiously and SUPER SUSPICIOUSLY as he nibbles at every single one

Sickly Steve noticing Bucky the dragon's missing limb and devices a replacement so he can stumble around in his little, hidden cave a bicycle ride away from the city

Sickly Steve trying to coax Bucky the dragon like a little kitty which Bucky the dragon finds so annoying and he rolls his eyes at sickly Steve in a get away from me human boy way

Sickly Steve cycling to Bucky the dragon's cave and visiting him even if he's feeling sicker than usual

Sickly Steve arriving at Bucky the dragon's cave with eyes barely in focus and his breath leaving him in tired puffs, and Bucky the dragon notices something his wrong and approaches sickly Steve, nudging him with his head worriedly

Bucky the dragon pawing dried leaves into a pile, nudging sickly Steve onto it, curling around sickly Steve and letting him nestle into him

Sickly Steve smiling from beneath Bucky the dragon's leather wings, nudging him teasingly

Bucky the dragon looks super annoyed but he doesn't roll his eyes when sickly Steve curls closer to him and calls him a whiny baby

He falls and falls and falls, fear clawing into his chest mercilessly, the image of the departing train growing smaller and smaller the farther he gets. It's not gonna hurt, he tells himself. It's not, it's not, he'll be dead before the impact of it all prickles every nerve in his body, his mind would have shut down before it could realize how much pain there is, and it would be infinite silence.

Bucky falls, and he knows he's going to die, so he keeps the image of Steve close--shuts his eyes and forgets the terror on Steve's face when he couldn't grab hold, and instead, imagines a softer him. Sitting on their shared couch, poring over a particularly detailed sketch, hair falling over his eyes. Don't move, the Steve in his memories scolds softly, Buck, you're the worst model ever, he teases.

Bucky falls.

Until suddenly--he isn't anymore.

Bucky. Wake up.

Bucky blinks. 

A man stands before him, in uniform.

"Are you alright, sir?"

Bucky feels his chest rise and fall, faster and faster. "Where am I?" he sputters, "What happened? Steve--"

"You're in your quarters, sir, your office--"

"I'm supposed to be dead," Bucky breathes out, the air in his lungs barely staying as he breathes in a pace that's too difficult to catch up with, "I fell, I'm supposed to be dead, where the hell--where the hell am I--"

His mind spins, mahogany walls and carpet patterns swirling together in kaleidoscopic shapes, and he feels his knees buckle and his feet stumble back. His hand chances upon an edge of a table and he tries to settle himself, closing his eyes firmly.

"Are you alright, sir?" the man asks yet again, and Bucky frowns.

"Why do you call me that?" he mutters under his breath.

The man looks at him with confusion. "Sir--because you're the prince, and I address you with respect--"

Bucky chuckles under his breath. "The prince."

The man, now just slightly scared, motions towards the wall, pointing towards the mounted painting. Bucky's jaw grows slack. 

"Prince of Gilboa. Heir to the throne." the man says shakily,

He's so offended at the prospect of somebody wanting to hurt Steve

i have a pain measurement system that is always in place when these kinds of situations arise

we'll see hannah

A song by Bucky Barnes

Choreography by Bucky Barnes