"Jerks huh? Must be because they think you're one of them."
A weak joke passed off as a weaker insult for a term that's as much an affectionate nickname for Bucky as most men would treat 'baby' or 'honey' to their best gal. He's Bucky's punk, and Bucky is his jerk and they've always known deep down what it really meant. Even when they couldn't say it, couldn't show it, were so sure they'd be going to hell if they ever crossed that line. The times have changed in for once not a bad way. Steve is no longer afraid or ashamed of the fingers brushing aside his tears.
He's known ever since Peggy that what he's felt for Bucky all his life was the same damn thing. It feels right to have Bucky leaning over him like this; satisfies every aching traitorous late night thought Steve had when he'd watch his friend dance with his date of the evening. Steve gives the softest chuckle, barely a sound over a huffing breath.
"I'm with you, Buck." Steve breathes out and he's never meant anything more. "Ain't going nowhere unless you come with me." No more disappearing to parts unknown, throwing himself into every fight he sees. If he's needed, really needed, then he and Bucky can talk. Shifting forward makes him give the smallest grunts of pain, but it's worth it to bridge that last little bit of space between them.
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Date: 2018-05-24 03:58 pm (UTC)A weak joke passed off as a weaker insult for a term that's as much an affectionate nickname for Bucky as most men would treat 'baby' or 'honey' to their best gal. He's Bucky's punk, and Bucky is his jerk and they've always known deep down what it really meant. Even when they couldn't say it, couldn't show it, were so sure they'd be going to hell if they ever crossed that line. The times have changed in for once not a bad way. Steve is no longer afraid or ashamed of the fingers brushing aside his tears.
He's known ever since Peggy that what he's felt for Bucky all his life was the same damn thing. It feels right to have Bucky leaning over him like this; satisfies every aching traitorous late night thought Steve had when he'd watch his friend dance with his date of the evening. Steve gives the softest chuckle, barely a sound over a huffing breath.
"I'm with you, Buck." Steve breathes out and he's never meant anything more. "Ain't going nowhere unless you come with me." No more disappearing to parts unknown, throwing himself into every fight he sees. If he's needed, really needed, then he and Bucky can talk. Shifting forward makes him give the smallest grunts of pain, but it's worth it to bridge that last little bit of space between them.