Got his life in his hands
The moon showed him the way in the dark of night. His hand(s) tightened around his motorcycle's handles, trying to calm the anxiety that was threatening to rise up, to swallow him whole.
He was going to go see his mother and his sister. Sighing, he wondered what they will see him as. The monster he sees, or family? The same carefree boy who joined the army because he wasn't ready for college? He groaned, he wasn't ready for this...
He wasn't like his old self. He now has long hair in place of short hair. Scars that come from his left shoulder and go all the way to his thighs. If he had known this would happen....
His eyes flickered down to his.. No it's.. Left arm. He couldn't see that ominous silver gleam with his leather jacket and gloves on. Good. It's not he would want to see it.
How would anyone want to see it? It's not him. Him is human. That left arm is not. Him is flesh and blood. The left arm? Metal. Made by his one of his best friends, Tony Stark. The keyword is made.
The slight distraction that looking down caused, was enough to make him miss the deer that was crossing the road. Letting out a single gasp, he swerved to the left. It wasn't enough, for the buck had different ideas. It took one look at him, and lowered its head, antlers pointed threateningly at him.
With one leap, its antlers found his chest. The force of the leap shoved him off his motorcycle. He landed on the concrete ground with a thud, his motorcycle going who-knows-where. The buck's antlers pushed painfully into his ribs, before it lifted it's head and stared down at him through narrowed eyes.
With a disgusted snort, it turned and bounded off into the trees that surrounded the cracked street. Headlights filled the darkness, making him raise his head slightly. His vision blurred around the edges, pain that forced his head to lay on the road was more.
The rumbling of a car got louder, before it stopped near him. He heard a car door opening, and the scuffs of shoes jogging towards him. Never let your guard down, soldier. Open your eyes!. When had he even closed his eyes?
"Jesus... I just saw what happened, and man... Hey, Sam, call the police!" Maybe this Sam guy was in the car? But who cares about Sam, because f-u-uck this guy has a voice that would make angel's weep.
He opened eyes, and hot damn. A guy with with short blonde hair and deep blue pools for eyes -Nggghhh- leaned over him. His bangs fell over those wonderful eyes. Once the stranger realised he was staring, he blushed.
"I, ugh, my fri-friend's gonna, is calling um... An ambulance," he stammered out, not meeting Bucky's eyes. Bucky smirked.
"Well, I don't think I need an ambulance, as long as I have you," he replied easily, ignoring the pain in his head and chest. The stranger's blush deepened, spreading down further. I wonder how far...
"Well y-you might have a concussion? It seemed you hit the ground pretty hard." The stranger offered a weak smile, shrugging slightly.
"I like it hard, though." Bucky grinned, noticing the strangers discomfort. His grey eyes traveled over the stranger's body. Strong arms, good to hold someone up as you... He looked lower, not trying to be discreet at all. And by gods?!? Was this masterpiece, hard?
Bucky couldn't ignore the warmth that blossomed in his stomach. He met the angel's eyes, smirking. Well, this could become a good night after all.
He was about to make a not-so-appropiate remark, when Sam(?) called out, " Steve, they're on their way!" Ahh, Steve, fitting.
"Steve, eh?" Steve nodded, still blushing fiercely. He stood up when the sound of sirens reached their ears. He held out his hand to help Bucky up.
Bucky raised his left hand, when he remembered that it wasn't him, it was a monster. He dropped his left hand, and raised his right one instead. Steve raised an eyebrow curiously, but didn't comment. Grabbing his hand, Steve heaved Bucky to his feet like he weighed nothing.
Bucky groaned at the pain that decided to make an appearance. He vision was going black, Steve's worried voice sounding muffled and far away... He dropped to his knees, Steve catching him in his arms... Wave after wave of nauseousness, his consciousness drifting farther away until he slumped against Steve.