We have smarts? [He laughs and drops batter into the pan. There's a brief crackle as it hits the hot surface and spreads, and then the chocolate chips start to melt and make the sweet smell in the room even sweeter.]
You suppose we fit like that because we grew up so close, or is it just who we are? Maybe a little of both? [Steve has no idea whether he's attractive, or what his exact appeal is. He used to think it was the bulk and strength, and maybe for some people it is, but he's come to understand that attraction is far more individualized than that. And if Bucky had eyes for him before the serum...well, who knows what drew him then, other than familiarity?
Bucky was always beautiful, though. He had that poise and cockyness that Steve tried in vain to imitate, full lips and steely eyes, and he looked like trouble--the fun kind of trouble--until he smiled, and then he looked like an angel visiting Brooklyn on holiday. Steve was the reverse; he always looked innocent and vulnerable until he cracked a grin, and then he looked like the cat that caught the canary.
The truth was that they were both trouble, of course, and still are, so when Bucky suggests he'll be the wicked one, Steve isn't surprised.]
I like that. That'll take some of the pressure to be wicked off of me. [He flips the pancake and reaches for his coffee, then changes his mind and rests his hand on Bucky's knee instead.]
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(sorry for the lag; got sick and fell behind on tags)
Date: 2018-04-10 06:51 pm (UTC)You suppose we fit like that because we grew up so close, or is it just who we are? Maybe a little of both? [Steve has no idea whether he's attractive, or what his exact appeal is. He used to think it was the bulk and strength, and maybe for some people it is, but he's come to understand that attraction is far more individualized than that. And if Bucky had eyes for him before the serum...well, who knows what drew him then, other than familiarity?
Bucky was always beautiful, though. He had that poise and cockyness that Steve tried in vain to imitate, full lips and steely eyes, and he looked like trouble--the fun kind of trouble--until he smiled, and then he looked like an angel visiting Brooklyn on holiday. Steve was the reverse; he always looked innocent and vulnerable until he cracked a grin, and then he looked like the cat that caught the canary.
The truth was that they were both trouble, of course, and still are, so when Bucky suggests he'll be the wicked one, Steve isn't surprised.]
I like that. That'll take some of the pressure to be wicked off of me. [He flips the pancake and reaches for his coffee, then changes his mind and rests his hand on Bucky's knee instead.]