Fandom: Marvel/MCU. Captain America: Civil War
Characters: Steve, Bucky, Sam
Ships: Steve x Bucky (Stucky)
Word count: 618
Warnings: restraint, tickles, tell me if I need to add more!
A/N: based on that one scene that sent me into a lee mood lol
Which Bucky Am I Talking To?
Bucky groaned as he woke up, all his muscles burning in pain. He must've blacked out, he didn't even remember what had happened. He tried to stretch.
He was a little confused when he couldn't move his metal arm. He looked over and found it stuck underneath a hydraulic press. He grabs the table with his flesh arm, trying to pull away, using his flesh hand to push for leverage.
"Hey cap!"
He heard a voice call out. He looked up just in time to see Sam and Steve coming into the room. Bucky grabbed the table again, fighting against his pained muscles to pull his head up enough to see them.
"Steve."
But Steve crossed his arms. They couldn't trust him just yet. How did they know this wasn't Winter Soldier Bucky just pretending to be nice so he could escape the hydraulic press and start fighting again?
"I'll have to find out which Bucky I'm talking to."
Oh no, he thought as Steve approached him. Steve wouldn't hurt him. Right? This wasn't a HYDRA officer. This was Captain America. He watched warily as Steve knelt down in front of him.
Steve smiled that stupid, kind smile that always put everyone at ease, and then he grabbed onto Bucky's sides, squeezing.
Bucky gasped, grasping at Steve's wrist with the hand that could move. His metal arm tried to pull in, to protect himself, if out of instinct alone. But it was firmly stuck under the hydraulic press.
"Steve!" He hissed.
"What is it?" Bucky didn't know how to respond to that. He obviously couldn't admit that it tickled. That was well beneath him at this point.
"Steve!" The man just smiled, a little bit apologetically, a little bit evilly.
"Sorry. I have to make sure you're normal you and not Winter Soldier you."
"I am normal m-me!" Steve did that awful thing where he massaged his thumbs in circles, right in the dip of his hips. It felt like electric shocks right to his spine. It was so hard to save face when his body was telling him to smile and laugh and just overall act like a child.
"How can I be so sure?" Steve asked thoughtfully. "I'll need to run some more experiments. I want to be certain." He pressed his fingers deeper, smiling fondly when Bucky doubled forward, sputtering out a laugh.
"Steheheve!" He'd complain, but the man would only chuckle at him. But Steve would soon get bored of his hips. He never did stick to one spot, even when they were younger, even before Bucky got drafted for the army, before everything.
And then moved up his sides, right to his ribs. His worst spot.
"Wait!" Bucky would try to twist away, trying to maneuver himself in a way where he could either get his arm unstuck or at least make it help cover that horrible, dreadful spot that made his nerves light up and put a smile on his face without even trying.
Steve smiled at Bucky's squirming, scritching gently right below where the metal connected on his left ribs and all over his right ribs. "Still a bad spot, hm?"
"God- wahAHAIT! STEHEHEVE!" Bucky tried to curl up, trying to fend him off with his free hand, that was feeling uncharacteristically weak at the moment.
"Aww, look at you." Steve coos. Bucky tries standing up quickly, trying to move away from the sensation. Steve decided Bucky was probably done, and dropped his hands. "Y'know, Sam, I think he's normal Bucky right now."
"He would've probably strangled you if he wasn't." Sam nods.
Bucky slumps down again, barely even realizing that Steve was freeing his metal arm. "Thanks."
"No problem, Buck."












