Somehow, with barely any words and barely any touches, the room's energy shifts hard enough to make Steve's ears pop. Just like before, it's nothing that he can identify specifically. All he can fall back on is the sensations in his own body:
The shiver that skates up from the fingertips on Bucky's tilted knee. The tension somehow moving from Bucky's thigh through his shoulder and into Steve's. The heat along his cheeks at the jest of a kiss. All of these are clues to help Steve understand what the Hell is going on here. What happened in the hours that had passed since he'd seen Bucky last? What had changed?
For a moment the bartender from downstairs and his odd concern floats through Steve's mind. Another thing he isn't entirely sure of the reason for. Although, maybe he is.
"I dunno if I'm ready to slum it that far," Steve aims to tease back. It falls flat from the complete lack of enthusiasm on delivery. His heart just isn't in it because it's instead clogging up his throat, beating its way to a heart attack. Steve's hand is still on Bucky's leg and not going anywhere. He's got a whole other hand that's free and burning with a need to touch something. Maybe the edge of that fake smile so he could rub it off. He settles instead on pressing it to Bucky's forehead like checking for a fever.
The doctor had already done that but there's no harm in checking again. Especially when it gives him an excuse to touch Bucky's face and the guy was too comatose to realize the redundancy of the gesture.
"Buck," his voice comes out soft and private. His hand falls to Bucky's neck and both give a reassuring squeeze. Static before a storm. Steve feels the atmosphere around them with the same charged potential. "Buck, you can talk to me. Something...Something happened, didn't it? You know you can trust me with it.
"I may be America's Captain but I'm your friend first. Always."
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Date: 2022-06-07 03:27 am (UTC)The shiver that skates up from the fingertips on Bucky's tilted knee. The tension somehow moving from Bucky's thigh through his shoulder and into Steve's. The heat along his cheeks at the jest of a kiss. All of these are clues to help Steve understand what the Hell is going on here. What happened in the hours that had passed since he'd seen Bucky last? What had changed?
For a moment the bartender from downstairs and his odd concern floats through Steve's mind. Another thing he isn't entirely sure of the reason for. Although, maybe he is.
"I dunno if I'm ready to slum it that far," Steve aims to tease back. It falls flat from the complete lack of enthusiasm on delivery. His heart just isn't in it because it's instead clogging up his throat, beating its way to a heart attack. Steve's hand is still on Bucky's leg and not going anywhere. He's got a whole other hand that's free and burning with a need to touch something. Maybe the edge of that fake smile so he could rub it off. He settles instead on pressing it to Bucky's forehead like checking for a fever.
The doctor had already done that but there's no harm in checking again. Especially when it gives him an excuse to touch Bucky's face and the guy was too comatose to realize the redundancy of the gesture.
"Buck," his voice comes out soft and private. His hand falls to Bucky's neck and both give a reassuring squeeze. Static before a storm. Steve feels the atmosphere around them with the same charged potential. "Buck, you can talk to me. Something...Something happened, didn't it? You know you can trust me with it.
"I may be America's Captain but I'm your friend first. Always."