Date: 2019-02-06 06:31 pm (UTC)
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"Captain America..."

Steve looks at Bucky like he hung the moon. He's proud. So obviously and ferociously proud of his friend that it's clear he would have slapped a medal on his chest, were one available. How could he not be? Steve fell off a train and died and Bucky picked himself up and took the shield. Carried on the Captain America legacy for the nation. For him. It's the best gift he could have been given.

"Yeah. You know what? I think they can. But I'm gonna have to get used to not outranking you." He nudges back feeling that same rush of intoxicating nostalgia. He's hanging on by his nails and that probably means Bucky is too. As though it matters. As though they needed to be strong with each other. He grips his arms, holding on tight.

"If I order you to stick around here for the night, will you do it anyway?" There's a softness to the request. An honest yearning. "Call me a moron, but I'm still half afraid this is a dream. And if it is, I want to make sure I spend enough time enjoying it."
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