[The blush, he's quickly deciding, is a good look for Steve, a rush of color in fair skin. He likes it, likes how readily it comes to the surface, likes that he even can make Steve blush. It's endearing.]
Jealous of me? [It makes him chuckle, albeit not unkindly. Bucky can honestly see where it comes from, given their situations growing up: him with constant dates, Steve with constant potential to be left behind. But Bucky had never wanted to leave him, never meant to leave him, and wouldn't have left him at all save for the war. It had changed a lot of things in their lives, but it had also brought them a hell of a lot closer in the aftermath. He hated that they'd ever needed to fight, hated that the Nazi movement had ever even been a thing to begin with, but Bucky wouldn't give up the camaraderie that they'd had with the Commandos, the brotherhood that he shared with Steve. It's more precious to him than anything else.]
Steve. [He waits for a moment, to see if the other man will look up.] You're a lot of things to me, but unworthy was never one of them. Okay?
[No, Steve had always been the best friend, the complementary puzzle piece, the platonic other half. The constant in Bucky's life. To think he could be even more than that, its—
He honestly doesn't have the words for it. But he wants to find them out, too.]
Being trouble, finding trouble, all of it. Someone's gotta watch your back. [He almost says that it's not a bad view to have, but Steve's leaning close and Bucky lets the tease go in favor of this quiet little moment instead. His eyes flicker closed for the space of a breath, simply enjoying it.]
Hey. Let that one burn, okay? [The pancake he means, because he's curving a hand to Steve's cheek and leaning in to brush a kiss across his mouth.]
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Date: 2018-04-11 04:03 am (UTC)Jealous of me? [It makes him chuckle, albeit not unkindly. Bucky can honestly see where it comes from, given their situations growing up: him with constant dates, Steve with constant potential to be left behind. But Bucky had never wanted to leave him, never meant to leave him, and wouldn't have left him at all save for the war. It had changed a lot of things in their lives, but it had also brought them a hell of a lot closer in the aftermath. He hated that they'd ever needed to fight, hated that the Nazi movement had ever even been a thing to begin with, but Bucky wouldn't give up the camaraderie that they'd had with the Commandos, the brotherhood that he shared with Steve. It's more precious to him than anything else.]
Steve. [He waits for a moment, to see if the other man will look up.] You're a lot of things to me, but unworthy was never one of them. Okay?
[No, Steve had always been the best friend, the complementary puzzle piece, the platonic other half. The constant in Bucky's life. To think he could be even more than that, its—
He honestly doesn't have the words for it. But he wants to find them out, too.]
Being trouble, finding trouble, all of it. Someone's gotta watch your back. [He almost says that it's not a bad view to have, but Steve's leaning close and Bucky lets the tease go in favor of this quiet little moment instead. His eyes flicker closed for the space of a breath, simply enjoying it.]
Hey. Let that one burn, okay? [The pancake he means, because he's curving a hand to Steve's cheek and leaning in to brush a kiss across his mouth.]