[ Bucky opens his eyes again when he feels Steve touching his hair and really looks at Steve. ]
Yeah I am and the only way you're gonna hurt me is if you keep running.
[ Which is easily the most hypocritical thing that's ever come out of Bucky's mouth, but he never said he was a good fucking person. He ran even after he remembered Steve and sure, part of why he did it was to protect Steve. Of course, the other part was his own fears getting the better of him. ]
You've got to promise to come find me, too, okay? If I'm being an idiot, you come drag me home.
[ Because home is where Steve is. He doesn't care about Brooklyn or Bucharest or El Nysa. He cares about Steve Rogers.
He leans in the rest of the way, presses his lips to Steve's in what has to be most chaste kiss a grown man can give someone--just a quick, dry press of lips--and then settles back on the pillow. ]
[it's an agreement, on both parts. however difficult the situation may be, however uncomfortable things may get, he's not going anywhere. not with the knowledge that he hurts bucky that way being laid out so plainly between them. he'll happily face his own discomfort if it means protecting bucky from that.
We'll put it in that stupid contract if we have to. But you and me? We're gonna beat this place together.
[because it's a shared sentiment. home really is wherever bucky is. and right now, it's these four walls. it's being cocooned up against the other man, covers wrapped around them, hiding them away from the outside world. it's that press of lips, and that all too familiar warmth against his front. having bucky back, steve feels like himself again. feels whole in a way that he'd thought he'd lost the moment that bucky had fallen.
he really has no idea how he survived that week without bucky there by his side.]
[ Bucky just hums in agreement and finds a few gentle points of contact as he he closes his eyes. He's not sure there's anyone else he could trust to have a contract with and though he's normally more comfortable being the one caring for others, he honestly trusts Steve to take care of him sometimes, too.
It's a vulnerability he tries to hide, but he thinks he doesn't always do the best job of it. At least with Steve, he knows no one is taking advantage of the haunted look he can't quite keep out of his eyes. Whatever happens out there, he wants to come home to this for as long as he's allowed.
He starts to drift off thinking about how nice it is to have Steve here with him and how lucky he is to find him again and again. ]
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Yeah I am and the only way you're gonna hurt me is if you keep running.
[ Which is easily the most hypocritical thing that's ever come out of Bucky's mouth, but he never said he was a good fucking person. He ran even after he remembered Steve and sure, part of why he did it was to protect Steve. Of course, the other part was his own fears getting the better of him. ]
You've got to promise to come find me, too, okay? If I'm being an idiot, you come drag me home.
[ Because home is where Steve is. He doesn't care about Brooklyn or Bucharest or El Nysa. He cares about Steve Rogers.
He leans in the rest of the way, presses his lips to Steve's in what has to be most chaste kiss a grown man can give someone--just a quick, dry press of lips--and then settles back on the pillow. ]
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[it's an agreement, on both parts. however difficult the situation may be, however uncomfortable things may get, he's not going anywhere. not with the knowledge that he hurts bucky that way being laid out so plainly between them. he'll happily face his own discomfort if it means protecting bucky from that.
We'll put it in that stupid contract if we have to. But you and me? We're gonna beat this place together.
[because it's a shared sentiment. home really is wherever bucky is. and right now, it's these four walls. it's being cocooned up against the other man, covers wrapped around them, hiding them away from the outside world. it's that press of lips, and that all too familiar warmth against his front. having bucky back, steve feels like himself again. feels whole in a way that he'd thought he'd lost the moment that bucky had fallen.
he really has no idea how he survived that week without bucky there by his side.]
You and me, Buck. No matter what.
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It's a vulnerability he tries to hide, but he thinks he doesn't always do the best job of it. At least with Steve, he knows no one is taking advantage of the haunted look he can't quite keep out of his eyes. Whatever happens out there, he wants to come home to this for as long as he's allowed.
He starts to drift off thinking about how nice it is to have Steve here with him and how lucky he is to find him again and again. ]