"I feel like we both knew I was never gonna get a dame to look at me back then."
How many times did the double dates Bucky would set up fall through? How many times did Steve end up playing third wheel until Bucky was kind enough to make an excuse and they'd duck out together? Even back then Steve looked at Bucky like he is now. They just couldn't talk about it. Couldn't do nothing about it and certainly couldn't expect the world to let them have it even if they wanted to.
Oh the times, they are a'changing.
Every move no matter how small still hurts and even this much talking is making Steve heavy with exhaustion again. He won't be bedridden for long--never is anymore-- but while he is recovering he still feels sluggish and sore. And yet, Steve Rogers has never felt better than he does right now. With a mouth he's studied for decades with art as his excuse finally touching his own.
"C'mere. I'll budge up like we used to." It must be a reckless and bad idea because Steve's echoing Buck's own thoughts aloud and grunting with the effort it takes him to shift on the bed. "Tell me about....'bout th'goats. Your garden if y'got one. I might doze off though but I wan't you here."
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Date: 2018-06-14 03:46 am (UTC)How many times did the double dates Bucky would set up fall through? How many times did Steve end up playing third wheel until Bucky was kind enough to make an excuse and they'd duck out together? Even back then Steve looked at Bucky like he is now. They just couldn't talk about it. Couldn't do nothing about it and certainly couldn't expect the world to let them have it even if they wanted to.
Oh the times, they are a'changing.
Every move no matter how small still hurts and even this much talking is making Steve heavy with exhaustion again. He won't be bedridden for long--never is anymore-- but while he is recovering he still feels sluggish and sore. And yet, Steve Rogers has never felt better than he does right now. With a mouth he's studied for decades with art as his excuse finally touching his own.
"C'mere. I'll budge up like we used to." It must be a reckless and bad idea because Steve's echoing Buck's own thoughts aloud and grunting with the effort it takes him to shift on the bed. "Tell me about....'bout th'goats. Your garden if y'got one. I might doze off though but I wan't you here."