“Hey honey.”

A thousand thoughts ran through Bucky’s brain. Shit. Steve’s actual mum is here. Meeting parents, that was not in his contract right? Meeting Steve’s mom that was definitely not in his contract. 

Mrs. Sarah Rogers was a small and thin woman, but she looked healthy as a horse. She looked in her late fifties, but still very well for her age. There were traces of grey in her blonde hair. Steve definitely got his hair from his mother, it’s the exact same shade of blonde. His eyes were definitely his mother’s as well. His mothers were a slightly darker colour of blue but the resemblance was uncanny.

“Hey mom.” Steve had said as he embraced the smaller woman. “This is James.” 

Mrs. Sarah Rogers smiled and moved her eyes over to the darker haired man. “Hey James, I’m Sarah.” She smiled before embracing him. 

“Uhm… Hi...Hey? Er- Hi Mrs. Rogers.. Hi.”

“Don’t be shy, James, it’s just my mother.” Steve chuckled as he looked at Bucky. Whenever Steve looked at him Bucky forgot to breathe, it happened more often than he liked but Steve is just so pretty but he liked the other man’s eyes the best. The bluest eyes he’d ever seen. With big fluffy brows which always made Steve looked serious. Adorable. 

Mrs Rogers smiled. Her eyes were kind and blue, just like Steve’s. When she smiles the similarity is just uncanny. “Darling, you can call me Sarah.  It’s very nice to meet you, James, Steve has told me so much about you.”

Oh? Interesting fact, Steve talks about him to his mother. Logical when you think that the two are supposed to be dating and it makes sense that his mother knows about it. However, the two aren’t dating and they just reached friendship level at most. Does Steve just talk a lot about him? 

“Oh… Is that so?” Bucky said as he looked to Steve, a single eyebrow raised. “Only good things I hope Mrs. Rogers.” 

Mrs Rogers chuckled and took off her red long coat. “It’s awfully cold outside, can I get a cup of tea Steve?” Steve nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

“Now James. I watch the news and I read the tabloids, I’m not that old. When Steve told me you two were dating I was quite frankly disappointed, I thought to myself ‘O no not that wildcard, Steve’ but when he told me more about you, and now that I’ve met you, you are quite alright.”

Bucky was at a loss of words. “Uhm thank you, ma’am?” 

“Sarah is fine darling. But that I think that you are alright doesn’t mean that you can just hurt my little baby boy alright?  He’s still my boy and don’t you even think about laying a single finger on him okay? Because I will hunt you down and push my famous carrot cake so far down your throat that you’ll suffocate and die a sweet but slow death. Am I clear?”

Wow, Bucky can see where Steve inherited his fierceness. Steve, like his mother, is thin and doesn’t look like much (Steve liked to think that he’s put on ‘baby muscles’ ever since he started working out for that superhero movie but he can’t really see it) but he has an attitude that speaks a thousand words, just like his mother.

He nodded. “Crystal clear ma’am.” 

A beat of silence.

“Tea’s ready mom!” Steve shouted from the kitchen.

Mrs. Sarah Rogers left after dinner. The three of them ordered Thai takeout and ate it cross-legged at the coffee table while watching doctor Phil and ridiculing the spoiled brat that was on the show today. The three had a great time even after all of Mrs Sarah’s threats. When she left she whispered one last threat in Bucky’s ear. Something about a whisk in one of his holes. He quickly stopped listening. 

“Wow, she is quite the woman isn’t she.” Bucky sighed after he closed the door.

“She is.” Steve agreed. 

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That night it was storming out, of course. They were in New York after all and the falls can get aggressive. “I don’t want you walkin’ round in this kinda wheater, you’re staying the night. End of the non-existent discussion. I’ll make the bed in the guestroom.”

“Oh.. okay.” Well? What did you expect Bucky to do? Say no to a sleepover with a gorgeous man, and well it was raining outside. 

Steve disappeared and moments later he came back down. “Bed’s ready. You can stay downstairs if you wanna but I’m going to bed.” Steve smiled. “Goodnight.”

“I’m coming too, goodnight Stevie.” 

The two of them went to bed, to two separate rooms. Bucky seriously considered breaking the bed or something idiotic like that just so he could sleep in the same room as Steve. But he didn’t because the bed looked expensive.

Bucky went to sleep. Alone, cold and without Steve. 

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When Bucky woke up it was still dark out and he felt distressed. 

His body was all damp from his sweat and he remembered waking up with a scream. Great, another nightmare. He didn’t have one for weeks and the one night he is staying over in the house of his crush he has one.

He remembered the same dreams that have been hunting him for years. What he didn’t remember was why Steve was standing here in his room, next to the bed. “Fuck… Did I wake you?” Bucky whispered, his voice felt rough, probably from the scream or screaming. When Steve nodded.  “Fuck I’m sorry.”

“Hey hey… nothing to be sorry about. It’s alright. I heard you screamin’ and I thought maybe there was like a burglar or like a spider? But you were sleepin’ you looked distressed. I tried to wake you but shortly after you woke up on your own.” 

Oh. That made sense. “Fuck I’m still sorry though, sorry I woke you. Just go back to bed Stevie.” 

‘Stevie’ didn’t look too sure about that.  “Are you gonna be alright? It looked pretty bad Buck. Wanna talk about it?” Steve looked like a kicked puppy, how can Bucky say no to such a pretty face? 

“Um.. I get nightmares every now and then, they’re always the same. I’m kinda used to them now it just sucks when I stay over somewhere. I’m alright Stevie. Now go back to bed.” 

Steve still didn’t look convinced. “Alright if you say so.  Sleep well, Buck.”

When he left Bucky’s room he sighed, relieved? Embarrassment? He wasn’t ready for Steve to see all his demons. He would like to stay friends with Steve and if possible even more. But when shit like this keeps happening keeping people around was pretty hard.

The next morning neither of them mentioned the events from the night before but Steve was a little more caring. He made Bucky breakfast and even got him his sugary coffee from Starbucks. He left little notes all over the house. Bucky usually wasn’t one for this kind of pampering and comforting but he enjoyed it.

He enjoyed being around Steve.

Really, he enjoyed every single minute.