[Steve can have as many kisses as he wants - a second, a third, a
hundredth. They're not passionate so much as comforting - and honestly,
that's a little new for Bucky, too. He'd never really sought comfort in his
dates before - hadn't needed to. They'd been for fun, before the war, or
maybe for desperation, some semblance of normalcy, during. But not comfort.
It feels good, and right, to be taking and giving that now, especially as
Steve speaks, and Bucky has to let out a slow breath and admit,]
Maybe you're right. [His voice is soft and unhappy, but also
decisive, like he's realizing exactly that, and accepting it.]
Maybe that's what we need to do.
[His fingers curl against Steve's bare skin.] You are your
memories, right? If they wanna be someone new... then we let 'em be someone
new. But I know who I fucking am, and it's Bucky Barnes. The guy too stupid
not to follow this other guy, who was too stupid to run away from a fight.
[He nudges into Steve's hairline with his nose, inhaling slowly,
then exhaling.] I dunno what to tell you to do, [he
admits.] I wish I did. Maybe... maybe we gotta do what they want.
And not what we want. Or what we think they want.
[If he's learned anything, it's that that last one is important.
What you think someone wants and what they actually want might be
different.]
I want to stay here. With you. I want to be your best friend. I want my
best friend back.
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Date: 2019-04-22 08:23 pm (UTC)[Steve can have as many kisses as he wants - a second, a third, a hundredth. They're not passionate so much as comforting - and honestly, that's a little new for Bucky, too. He'd never really sought comfort in his dates before - hadn't needed to. They'd been for fun, before the war, or maybe for desperation, some semblance of normalcy, during. But not comfort. It feels good, and right, to be taking and giving that now, especially as Steve speaks, and Bucky has to let out a slow breath and admit,] Maybe you're right. [His voice is soft and unhappy, but also decisive, like he's realizing exactly that, and accepting it.] Maybe that's what we need to do.
[His fingers curl against Steve's bare skin.] You are your memories, right? If they wanna be someone new... then we let 'em be someone new. But I know who I fucking am, and it's Bucky Barnes. The guy too stupid not to follow this other guy, who was too stupid to run away from a fight.
[He nudges into Steve's hairline with his nose, inhaling slowly, then exhaling.] I dunno what to tell you to do, [he admits.] I wish I did. Maybe... maybe we gotta do what they want. And not what we want. Or what we think they want.
[If he's learned anything, it's that that last one is important. What you think someone wants and what they actually want might be different.]
I want to stay here. With you. I want to be your best friend. I want my best friend back.