Don't leave me here alone~ Starkbucks (Winteriron)

I just don't care that much

"My teeth are rottin' away
I've leathered all my skin
And my blood is getting thin
And my whole fucking character's changed
I don't know who I used to be
But it certainly isn't me
And the more and more I drink, I am afraid
That I'm just killing myself
Got me fearing for my health
I'm scared that Hell is just a place on Earth
And I pray to God I leave
Before Satan pours another drink
I'm just living like a man
I'm just living like a man on fire
I just don't care that much
I'm just living like a man
I'm just living like a man on fire
I just don't care that much
Combustible, confused, and free
I no longer see that coast
That I always used to see
And I think it drifted far from me
Why am I talking to a ghost
That I've never even seen
When I haven't even heard you speak?
You said the months go by so quick
Maybe you're just full of shit
You'll never last last, I'm sorry I just said that
Maybe life was just a bet
That I lost to drugs and cigarettes
I'm just living like a man
I'm just living like a man on fire
I just don't care that much
I'm just living like a man
I'm just living like a man on fire
I just don't care that much
In my mind, I will wander that way
'Til I see your fire escape
My teeth are rottin' away
I've leathered all my skin
And my blood is getting thin
I'm just living like a man
I'm just living like a man on fire
I just don't care that much
I'm just living like a man
I'm just living like a man on fire
I just don't care that much." Bucky sang.

He was in Times Square, singing to earn some money so that he could eat. He learned quite quickly that people did that. He was glad that something he was good at earned him money. He learned

Most of the songs Bucky played were ones he related to. This was one of them. He was one of the people who listened to music for the lyrics more than the beat. A lot of people who do that like songs they find relatable. Not everyone, but most. He got ready to play his next song.

Two months of searching, and Tony was beginning to lose hope. Maybe Bucky would somehow remember on his own and find his way back. Peter kept telling him that they would find him, but Tony? He wasn't so sure anymore.

Until he heard the unmistakable voice of his sergeant singing in Times Square.

"Bucky?"

Bucky grew tense when he heard that voice. His breath hitched as he slowly turned around to see Tony. His panic mode engaged, but he hesitated. He had his hand hovered over his backpack to make a run for it if necessary.

'What's he doing here?!'

"Oh my god..." the two spent a while in silence before Tony spoke again, "Are you okay?"

'No Tony you idiot of course he isn't okay Jesus Christ'

"I.... uh... y-yeah...?"
Tony raised an eyebrow at him. Bucky stared at him, not knowing what to say.

Tony slowly began to process what was happening, and he slowly became angry, "You've been gone, fOR TWO MONTHS AND HAVE BEEN LIVING, ON. THE. STREETS. WHEN YOU HAVE A HOME, WHERE YOU CAN STAY. AND IT'S SAFE. AND YOU CAN EAT. AND SLEEP. AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO SING YOUR LUNGS OFF EVERY SINGLE DAY SO THAT YOU CAN STAY ALIVE. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"
"I g-got scared..."
"Yeah, I gathered!"
Bucky hunched his shoulders, his grey eyes staring up at Tony in fear, "S-sorry."
"Yeah, you better be."
Bucky can feel his tears coming, but he blinks them away. "Y-yeah..."

Tony somehow ended up ripping his backpack, Bucky tried to gather all of his memories that had fallen out of his backpack and were strewn across the ground.

"Oops... Sorry..." Tony pocked one up, seeing that it was one of his notes that had fallen out - one of the ones that had a memory on it.

'Oh shit....'

Bucky froze as Tony picked it up. "U-uh-uhm..."
"S-sorry..." Tony picked up a few more, handing them to Bucky who looked at him, surprised, but took the papers and shoved them into his torn backpack.
Tony collected the rest that we're still on the floor and passed those to Bucky too.
"T-thanks..."
"You're welcome..."

Bucky was blushing at this point, though small tears were still swimming in his eyes. Tears that Tony pretended not to see. Grabbing his guitar, Bucky stood up, wondering what to do next.

"Do-do you wanna go home...?"
"I- uhh.... s-sure...?"

Tony hugged Bucky, and he flinched at the contact, but he didn't pull away.
"I'm so sorry...."
"O-okay..."