[Yeah, Bucky can read you loud and clear, pal. And maybe it's no different than what he might have expected, deep down, but it still blows him away a little, leaves him feeling breathless, unbalanced, but if those things were good. Really, really good.
His fingers are still in Steve's hair; they tighten as Steve leans in for a second kiss, while the other hand finally worms its way out from behind his head to press against Steve's back. It's a weird position, to be under someone; and yet, it feels right in this way that Bucky just doesn't care to examine too closely. It doesn't matter why. It just is.
When Steve finally pulls away, Bucky's still reeling a little. He covers it up, gets himself back together by laughing softly, responding to the question Steve didn't let him answer with a teasing,] It's the only kinda language I'm pretty sure you understand.
[His fingers curl tighter in Steve's hair at those words, though - the raw, open, honest ones that pretty much perfectly describe how Bucky felt for a long, long time, between the mission on the train and finding Steve here. It was like he was fading by the day, disappearing into Captain America, because that was all he had left, and it had never even been his.
But he doesn't quite feel that way anymore. Steve's an idiot, but he's made his point about that, more than once.
And even though Bucky laughs, too, he has to admit, seriously,] I think... I couldn't see it when I had you. Before. You were just - always there. [And Bucky had done his best to prepare himself, ever since the day they'd met, for the time Steve got too sick, got knocked down too hard to get back up again.
He'd just never dreamed it would happen after Steve turned into a big, healthy, powerful guy. Shoulda known. That's fate, and she's a bitch.]
Like I said before. It was just - normal. I thought it was normal. I'm a fuckin' dumbass, too, I know.
[He'd loved Steve as fiercely as family. And that's what he'd thought it was. He really is an idiot.]
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Date: 2019-04-23 01:32 am (UTC)His fingers are still in Steve's hair; they tighten as Steve leans in for a second kiss, while the other hand finally worms its way out from behind his head to press against Steve's back. It's a weird position, to be under someone; and yet, it feels right in this way that Bucky just doesn't care to examine too closely. It doesn't matter why. It just is.
When Steve finally pulls away, Bucky's still reeling a little. He covers it up, gets himself back together by laughing softly, responding to the question Steve didn't let him answer with a teasing,] It's the only kinda language I'm pretty sure you understand.
[His fingers curl tighter in Steve's hair at those words, though - the raw, open, honest ones that pretty much perfectly describe how Bucky felt for a long, long time, between the mission on the train and finding Steve here. It was like he was fading by the day, disappearing into Captain America, because that was all he had left, and it had never even been his.
But he doesn't quite feel that way anymore. Steve's an idiot, but he's made his point about that, more than once.
And even though Bucky laughs, too, he has to admit, seriously,] I think... I couldn't see it when I had you. Before. You were just - always there. [And Bucky had done his best to prepare himself, ever since the day they'd met, for the time Steve got too sick, got knocked down too hard to get back up again.
He'd just never dreamed it would happen after Steve turned into a big, healthy, powerful guy. Shoulda known. That's fate, and she's a bitch.]
Like I said before. It was just - normal. I thought it was normal. I'm a fuckin' dumbass, too, I know.
[He'd loved Steve as fiercely as family. And that's what he'd thought it was. He really is an idiot.]