Even if I’m not gonna make it out of the War, I can at least pretend I got a future, Bucky thinks. Judging from how the other Steve reacted to him, there’s no reason to think he’s wrong about it. And besides, Steve - no matter when he’s from - just isn’t a liar. Can’t even pull off a decent poker game. So Bucky smooths his hand up along Steve’s spine to tangle into the hair kept picture-perfect when he’s outside as Cap, mussing it up just because he can, and combs back through the strands like it’s a nice, lazy afternoon where they actually got all the time in the world.
There’s gotta be something on the horizon: come on, they found him sauced out or something and had to drag Steve from a meeting. It’s not even like Bucky knows what the hell happened, or how he came back to his own time. Only that they’re gonna have to deal with whatever comes from that. Just…maybe not tonight.
Bucky’s aims a look as pleased as the cat that caught the canary at the ceiling when Steve goes still against him. It’s all in that little shiver as Steve imagines what Bucky’s throwing out there. And frankly, he’s not quiet unless he’s trying really, really hard. But now you know, pal. Bucky doesn’t stop petting through Steve’s hair, even as he aims a smug grin down at him.
“I know I could, as long as you clean up nice,” Bucky says with a wink. Like Steve doesn’t look like a dish already.
Bucky squirms under him, gets nice and comfortable and curls an arm under his own head like a pillow, stretching his legs out so he can make some more room for Steve. “We can roll in fresh duds, you bat your pretty blues at everyone and I’ll turn up the charm if I gotta. But I don’t know, sneaking through the kitchen and grabbing a room someone hasn’t snagged for the night…It’s got potential. We’d have to be out quick, but I bet we’d leave it a whirlwind.”
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Date: 2022-07-16 03:32 am (UTC)There’s gotta be something on the horizon: come on, they found him sauced out or something and had to drag Steve from a meeting. It’s not even like Bucky knows what the hell happened, or how he came back to his own time. Only that they’re gonna have to deal with whatever comes from that. Just…maybe not tonight.
Bucky’s aims a look as pleased as the cat that caught the canary at the ceiling when Steve goes still against him. It’s all in that little shiver as Steve imagines what Bucky’s throwing out there. And frankly, he’s not quiet unless he’s trying really, really hard. But now you know, pal. Bucky doesn’t stop petting through Steve’s hair, even as he aims a smug grin down at him.
“I know I could, as long as you clean up nice,” Bucky says with a wink. Like Steve doesn’t look like a dish already.
Bucky squirms under him, gets nice and comfortable and curls an arm under his own head like a pillow, stretching his legs out so he can make some more room for Steve. “We can roll in fresh duds, you bat your pretty blues at everyone and I’ll turn up the charm if I gotta. But I don’t know, sneaking through the kitchen and grabbing a room someone hasn’t snagged for the night…It’s got potential. We’d have to be out quick, but I bet we’d leave it a whirlwind.”