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Can I request a little Bucky fic with an angsty/fluffy mix?

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?"

"Can I hold your hand?"

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Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x Artist!Reader

Word Count: 1124

Warnings: minor injury, mention of blood and alcohol, bucky's a sad boy in this for a little bit.

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The turning of the key in the door had you springing to your feet with a giddy smile. 

Bucky had been working at his bar day in and day out while Natalia was away on vacation. He didn't mind at all, in fact, he told you how he missed serving customers and talking to them all night. You just missed spending so much time with him, but you still got the hours in the early morning when he'd come home and shower with you and love on you and cuddle you. 

You always had mugs for tea ready just in case he wanted one. The towels for your shower together were already warming up in the dryer, and the next episode of your show was set up and ready for when you got into bed.

But when he swung that door open and you saw the exhaustion on his face and the wrap on his hand, your smile fell into a frown of worry. 

"What happened to your hand?" You asked, doing your best to wait a few feet away and give him time to decompress before you enveloped him in your arms. 

He sighed as he shut the door and dropped his keys on the counter. "Just a little cut." 

"Oh, okay. . ." You kept eying the bandage, knowing it had to be worse than that for him to use as much bandage as he did. But you couldn't get a glimpse of any bleed through, so you didn't say anything. "Did you wanna shower together?" 

He gave you a tired smile but shook his head. "Not this time, sugar. You go on ahead, I'm gonna take a minute to relax," He rounded the counter to grab your waist, pulling you in for a peck on the lips, "Today was exhausting and I just need a minute." 

Despite the sudden gnawing in your stomach, you nodded and put on a smile for him, "Okay." 

The whole shower, you couldn't shake the weird sinking feeling in your gut. You knew you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't do anything to upset him. That he just needed some alone time, which was perfectly normal and fine. 

It was just so unusual for him to not want to join you. For him to not be all over you the second he walked in the door. 

There just had to be more to it.

And your suspicions were proven correct when you walked out of the bathroom. 

You were patting off the moisture on your face when you walked out and froze. Bucky was seated at the table. A bottle of liquor - no glass, paper towels, bandages, and a bowl sat on the wooden surface next to him. He was hunched over his hand, tweezers in his uninjured fingers and a look of concentration on his face. 

You waited until he wasn't poking his skin with the tweezers to step into his bubble, kneeling in front of him and reaching for his hand. "Can I hold your hand?" 

You waited with your hand open, giving him a small smile when he looked at you. When he placed his hand in yours you gingerly pried his fingers open. He unfolded his fingers so you could see the damage and you gasped. The palm of his hand was sliced to hell, glass shards stuck in his skin and blood dripped from his fingertips. 

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" You asked, looking up at him. His eyes were avoiding yours as he let you gingerly hold his hand. "Bucky." 

He glanced at you, and you could see there was something else wrong. His mood wasn't due to his injury, but you also knew he wasn't going to spill it right away either. 

So, you sighed as you settled on to your knees in front of him before reaching to take the tweezers from him. He unfolded his fingers so you could see the damage and you gasped. The palm of his hand was sliced to hell, glass shards stuck in his skin and blood dripped from his fingertips. 

You covered your legs and the floor in your towel, catching the crimson droplets as you got to work removing the glass as gently as you could. After a moment, you peaked up at him to see him take a swig of his whiskey. 

"Are you gonna tell me how this happened?" You asked, setting the tweezers aside and reaching for the antiseptic. He hissed as you cleaned his hand, but cleared his throat, ready to answer. 

"My hands just aren't. . ." he trailed off, sniffing as he sat up straighter, "My hands just don't work the way they used to, I guess. Was just trying to make a drink and I don't know what happened. The glass broke against the ice. I don't know if I just didn't have a good hold on it, or what." 

You finished wrapping his hand back up, "Well, I don't think you need stitches, but it's gonna hurt for a while." 

"Yeah, I kind of figured," he scoffed at himself, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Here's to getting old." There it was. 

You knew he'd been growing insecure in his age for awhile, and that it'd been getting worse. But he didn't talk about it often and you never wanted to seem pushy asking about it. Now, you knew you should've asked, and he knew he should've come to you. 

"Sorry," He muttered, "We don't need to talk about this right now, it's late, I'm sure you're tired." 

You pulled yourself up from the floor, wrapping the towel up and placing it on the table to be dealt with later. Perching on his knee, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your chest, resting your chin on the top of his head as his arms wound around you in a death grip. 

"I think you're perfect," You muttered into his hair before kissing the crown of his head, "If your hands hurt or they shake, just let me hold them. Teach me how to bartend, I'll make drinks while Nat's gone. Hell, maybe I'll even keep it as a part time thing, what do you think?" 

He pulled back from your chest, "Oh, Sugar. What about your art?" 

You giggled at him, "I can do my art during the day silly. And on my days off." You brushed his hair off his forehead, "Plus I need an income while I wait for commissions." 

He chuckled at you as he shook his head, "Alright, alright." He placed a kiss to your sternum before resting his cheek against your skin again, "Tomorrow, but right now I just wanna hold you."