Yeah, that was the problem, [Bucky teases gently, though he means
it, too. Steve being afraid has never been the problem. It's always the
fact that he's not, and flings himself into trouble, that's more of a
concern. And Bucky can pretty easily imagine a queer Steve, now that
they're lying here like this, and he would have been both fearless and
unapologetic. Completely Steve... and completely stupid.
And if Bucky had realized any of this? He would've gone along with
it. He knows it - maybe he would have resisted at first, but Steve is a
force of nature, and that's why Bucky's always felt the way he has
about him. No - it's better that they never thought about this, that it's
only now a possibility as well as an option. Sometimes lost time is simply
worth the wait.
Besides - Steve's right.] God, [Bucky groans, rolling
his eyes.] The press. Fuck. That would've been worse than
any of this, they've got no fucking sense of decency or privacy -
[Which, yeah, okay. They're on fucking reality TV right now. But
it's different, somehow. They can't help it, or fight it. Not right now.
And maybe because it's so noninvasive, it's easier to ignore. That doesn't
make it better. Just - yeah. Easier to ignore.]
The Atroma're gonna get what they've got comin' to them, one of these days,
[Bucky murmurs softly, trailing fingers up and down Steve's spine,
wanting the other to feel as good as he does right now, wanting to remind
him that they're both here now, and that's what matters.] But not
until we figure out how to work the rules.
[Because he doesn't know what's going to happen, if - when - they're
faced with going home to separate worlds, someday. But he doesn't want to
think about it, either, so for once he takes a page fro Steve's book, and
lets it be in the hazy, distant future, to worry about later. A problem for
future Bucky, as the kids say. And in the meantime...]
Y'know, I could get used to somebody else planning the dates, [Bucky
chuckles, hopefully bringing things back to something more pleasant to talk
about.] But honestly, Rogers, if you've gotta feed me gel... at
least it'd come with one hell of a view.
[Outer space is pretty freaking cool, despite everything,
okay?] You think we should go dancing after? Or just punch each
other in the gym?
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Date: 2019-04-23 05:42 pm (UTC)Yeah, that was the problem, [Bucky teases gently, though he means it, too. Steve being afraid has never been the problem. It's always the fact that he's not, and flings himself into trouble, that's more of a concern. And Bucky can pretty easily imagine a queer Steve, now that they're lying here like this, and he would have been both fearless and unapologetic. Completely Steve... and completely stupid.
And if Bucky had realized any of this? He would've gone along with it. He knows it - maybe he would have resisted at first, but Steve is a force of nature, and that's why Bucky's always felt the way he has about him. No - it's better that they never thought about this, that it's only now a possibility as well as an option. Sometimes lost time is simply worth the wait.
Besides - Steve's right.] God, [Bucky groans, rolling his eyes.] The press. Fuck. That would've been worse than any of this, they've got no fucking sense of decency or privacy -
[Which, yeah, okay. They're on fucking reality TV right now. But it's different, somehow. They can't help it, or fight it. Not right now. And maybe because it's so noninvasive, it's easier to ignore. That doesn't make it better. Just - yeah. Easier to ignore.]
The Atroma're gonna get what they've got comin' to them, one of these days, [Bucky murmurs softly, trailing fingers up and down Steve's spine, wanting the other to feel as good as he does right now, wanting to remind him that they're both here now, and that's what matters.] But not until we figure out how to work the rules.
[Because he doesn't know what's going to happen, if - when - they're faced with going home to separate worlds, someday. But he doesn't want to think about it, either, so for once he takes a page fro Steve's book, and lets it be in the hazy, distant future, to worry about later. A problem for future Bucky, as the kids say. And in the meantime...]
Y'know, I could get used to somebody else planning the dates, [Bucky chuckles, hopefully bringing things back to something more pleasant to talk about.] But honestly, Rogers, if you've gotta feed me gel... at least it'd come with one hell of a view.
[Outer space is pretty freaking cool, despite everything, okay?] You think we should go dancing after? Or just punch each other in the gym?