[Bucky just hums, quietly, though eventually one arm comes back out from under his head to ruffle Steve's hair; his fingers stay buried in the short strands, just cradling the back of his head while Bucky's silent a moment, chest rising and falling.]
Honestly... just this is fine, [he says, thumb stroking absently against Steve's scalp.] Taking care of you is what I want to do, even if it makes me want to punch a couple of guys with my own face.
[But the thing is, even Bucky's Steve won't accept his help. And in a world where Steve doesn't want or need help, then what does Bucky Barnes even have left?
It's a question he hasn't been able to answer for two years. Maybe longer.]
Just - be Steve. Be my stupid, dumbass Steve, [he says, quietly. He feels almost ashamed, admitting it. But that's what he needs.] I missed you.
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Date: 2019-04-22 10:28 pm (UTC)Honestly... just this is fine, [he says, thumb stroking absently against Steve's scalp.] Taking care of you is what I want to do, even if it makes me want to punch a couple of guys with my own face.
[But the thing is, even Bucky's Steve won't accept his help. And in a world where Steve doesn't want or need help, then what does Bucky Barnes even have left?
It's a question he hasn't been able to answer for two years. Maybe longer.]
Just - be Steve. Be my stupid, dumbass Steve, [he says, quietly. He feels almost ashamed, admitting it. But that's what he needs.] I missed you.