Steve's not the only one who feels like he's staring down a memory. Bucky's stomach and heart are doing this weird thing in tandem because it's Steve, it's the guy he watched plummet off a train and the guy who actually belongs to the shield on his back and his best friend who rescued him from hell -
And he is so fucking drunk.
Well. At least this is familiar. It's... possibly easier to deal with him this way. It means Bucky only has to deal with him, not with what he's feeling, and that's definitely the preferred modus operandi.
"Yeah, punk," he says - and if he still sounds a little breathless, well, Steve probably won't notice while he's this drunk. None of this makes sense, but it also makes perfect sense: Pay the damn tab, get Steve... back to Bucky's room, probably. He doesn't think Steve is going to know where his is. "Where's your wallet? We're gonna pay and tip the bartender, and then I'm takin' you home."
Well. For some definition of home. It's fine. It'll do. He's got to figure this the hell out.
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Date: 2019-01-31 03:52 pm (UTC)And he is so fucking drunk.
Well. At least this is familiar. It's... possibly easier to deal with him this way. It means Bucky only has to deal with him, not with what he's feeling, and that's definitely the preferred modus operandi.
"Yeah, punk," he says - and if he still sounds a little breathless, well, Steve probably won't notice while he's this drunk. None of this makes sense, but it also makes perfect sense: Pay the damn tab, get Steve... back to Bucky's room, probably. He doesn't think Steve is going to know where his is. "Where's your wallet? We're gonna pay and tip the bartender, and then I'm takin' you home."
Well. For some definition of home. It's fine. It'll do. He's got to figure this the hell out.