Guilty as Charged
Bucky sat in a courtroom. A cold-hearted, brown-haired judge sat perched on a plaintiff, towering over the Winter Soldier, still dressed in his H.Y.D.R.A uniform.
"I pronounce James Buchanan Barnes to life in prison for 1st Degree Murder and his actions as The Winter Soldier." Suddenly, the judges' face morphed. It was now Steve, his best friend, sitting with the robe and hammer thingy. "I hate you Bucky, this is the end of the line."
Bucky began to sob, closing his eyes in an attempt to stop the fat, ugly tears that were currently falling down his soft cheeks, he felt his world shift. He was now standing in his cell at H.Y.D.R.A. Footsteps echoed heavy on the harsh concrete floor.
"Джеймс, у нас для тебя сюрприз." Said a thick Russian accent.
"Buck," A soft, calming voice said. He looked around, in search of the comforting stranger, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Bucky, c'mon open your eyes sweetie."
He jolted up out of his bed, eyes darting around trying to maintain a grasp on reality, which at this point was like clutching at straws. He no longer saw the H.Y.D.R.A cell, but instead saw his new bedroom, at The Avengers compound. He felt two calloused hands on his back, rubbing soft circles.
Steve. Steve was safe. Steve is safe. When he saw that Bucky had recognised him, he opened his arms for a hug, which Bucky gratefully accepted. Steve held him against his chest, and rubbed his back, and ran his fingers through Bucky's' hair.
Bucky couldn't help but sob at the contact. Disgusting globs making their way down his cheeks. God Steve must hate him. But, Steve just let him wail into his chest until he had no tears left to cry. No matter how many re-assuring things Steve whispered into his ear, Bucky couldn't get the voice out of his head telling him that Steve hated him. Steve, of course, blissfully unaware of this, kept trying to comfort the sobbing man, only resulting in him pulling away and shaking his head so fast that he was surprised he didn't get whiplash.
"What's wrong Buck?" Steve asked, voice reeking of the disgusting compassion Bucky had craved for so long. He simply shook his head, wiping a few tears away. "It's okay to have nightmares."
Bucky felt an unrecognisably angry feeling rise within him, and it set off at Steve's beautifully crafted comfort words.
"No Steve, it's not okay to have nightmares because I'm a grown man. And nothing is okay because you're Captain Freaking America and i'm a H.Y.D.R.A asset and a murderer, Steve. I'm a murderer." Bucky sniffled and added, "And you hate me."
Steve took Bucky's hands and Bucky immediatley looked down. Steve gently put a thumb under his chin, and lifted his face to meet his eyes. God, he'd missed those eyes.
"Bucky, you are my best friend. I love you so much. You could kill the other Avengers and I would still love you. (Although please don't kill the other Avengers doll, that would be extremely counterproductive." Bucky let out a small chuckle at that.
"What i'm trying to say Buck, is that I would take a bullet for you. It doesn't matter what H.Y.D.R.A made you do, and it doesn't matter what happened to you there. Because I'm here now, and you're safe. Okay?" He finished.
"I love you too, punk."