[Maybe it's the Irish blood in Steve that makes him show a blush so well. He was just as bad about it before the serum, if not worse. You'd think his anemia would have curtailed it, but no.
He means jealous in both the possessive sense and the envious one. Bucky was as poor as Steve, growing up, but he was also able-bodied, good-looking, and ridiculously charming. He was the protagonist of a classic romantic comedy, ready to go out into the world and find his fortune, and Steve was the minor character, the awkward best friend. Then their roles turned around abruptly during the war, with Steve suddenly strong and vibrant thanks to the serum, and Bucky half-haunted by his experience at Hydra's hands. (But they were still the same people and still needed one another).
Maybe it was inevitable that they should be pulled together this way, but it couldn't happen until they were both in the same place. He looks up when Bucky speaks his name, and he knows he's speaking the truth.]
I figured that's the kind of thing you'd say. Don't know what you ever saw in me, but I'd be an idiot to question it.
[His returning smile is warm and bright, and sure, screw the pancake. Steve will eat it burnt anyway, if Bucky won't. He tilts his head into the touch with a shiver and half-collapses into the kiss, silent but needy for it.]
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Date: 2018-04-12 02:47 pm (UTC)He means jealous in both the possessive sense and the envious one. Bucky was as poor as Steve, growing up, but he was also able-bodied, good-looking, and ridiculously charming. He was the protagonist of a classic romantic comedy, ready to go out into the world and find his fortune, and Steve was the minor character, the awkward best friend. Then their roles turned around abruptly during the war, with Steve suddenly strong and vibrant thanks to the serum, and Bucky half-haunted by his experience at Hydra's hands. (But they were still the same people and still needed one another).
Maybe it was inevitable that they should be pulled together this way, but it couldn't happen until they were both in the same place. He looks up when Bucky speaks his name, and he knows he's speaking the truth.]
I figured that's the kind of thing you'd say. Don't know what you ever saw in me, but I'd be an idiot to question it.
[His returning smile is warm and bright, and sure, screw the pancake. Steve will eat it burnt anyway, if Bucky won't. He tilts his head into the touch with a shiver and half-collapses into the kiss, silent but needy for it.]