Snow Days (Stucky)
They really weren’t supposed to be getting up to this, mostly because of Steve’s poor health. His ma would ring his neck if she caught them.
Bucky had taken other precautions, dressing Steve well, with what little he had. Then gave him some of his own clothes to keep him warm. It was a little hard to move but it would only be for a few minutes and hopefully he wouldn’t catch pneumonia. Again.
Now, this wasn’t Bucky’s idea, of course not! As of a matter of fact he objected to the idea, knowing the consistency of Steve’s immune system. It had been so long since they had gone out and enjoyed the snow, together. Steve had just begged Bucky to sneak him out, he wanted to go and “be like the other kids” and have snowball fights and get roughed up.
Bucky couldn’t say no to those big baby blue eyes. He felt guilty because he knew Steve wasn’t bent like him, he wasn’t queer, but he’d do anything for Steve. Just to make Steve smile makes his stomach ignite and butterflies rumble in his rib cage. So yes, he’d do this for Steve. He’s going to risk facing the wrath of Sarah Rogers but it’s worth it. Mostly.
It’s in the early hours of the morning when they sneak out to meet the other boys, it’s a perfect time because Steve’s mother is working her morning shift and won’t be home for a good while.
The two boys walk to the place where the other kids are, talk along the way as they trudge through the snow. “Thanks for doing this.” Bucky looks over at his shorter friend, giving him a small smile in return. “I would say no problem but, you do realize your ma is gonna kill us both right?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Steve sighs out, a cloud of fog coming out from his lips.
And they should have expected to be ambushed, being the last one to the snowball fight. They run, seeking shelter from the flying snow. Both managed to get hit a couple times before Bucky pulled them behind the slide. “Start rolling ‘em up, Stevie.” Bucky instructs. Steve only nods in acknowledgement.
Bucky’s not paying attention to Steve at that moment, only concerned about getting to hit the other boys back. Steve had made a rather large snowball in his hands, with a devious smile on his face. He acted quickly pulling Bucky’s coat and shirt back before duping the pile down his shirt.
That causes Bucky to squeal and jump up frantically, as the snow melts and slides down his pants. “Mother fucker!” He shouts and the whole situation causes Steve to chuckle and all the others around them to erupt into a fit of laughter. “You kiss your ma with that mouth, Buck?” The younger teases.
“You little punk!” Bucky bends down scooping up the white powered as Steve scrambled back, laughing.
Snow days were good days.