Only if you're the one who's burned them. [Clarification is important!
And it's probably a good thing that Bucky is ignorant of the effect that that leaning has on Steve; he'd been much too focused on grabbing cutlery. Otherwise he might have said screw it to pancakes and batter both, and just hauled Steve right in for a makeout session. But no, there's a burnt pancake to share and Bucky's going to keep feeding Steve little syrup-drenched bites in between taking his own.
And as far as the videos? Bucky's honestly not going to say too much else about them. He knows how it makes Steve feel and he'll poke a little fun when they're alone, but more than that is stepping a little too close to being cruel and he doesn't want to hurt his friend like that.] I can't imagine anything you do being terrible, I hope you realize that.
[It probably sounds a little sappy, but it's true. Bucky can't remember a time that Steve hasn't thrown his all into whatever task was in front of him, and there's a kind of beauty in that dedication, that determination. Even when it was back alleys and guys who were bigger than he was, Steve never actually backed away from something he thought was right. Bucky thinks that it's that more than anything else that makes people want to follow him: his charisma, his determination, his sense of what's right.
It's only one of the things that Bucky finds attractive about him.
Another one, a very big one right now, is physicality. Bucky's always been very physical himself and right now he's very, very aware of Steve's presence next to him: how his gaze lingers, how he's drifted a little closer, how his voice betrays him and his skin is still a little flushed. And he likes it. He likes it a lot.]
Yeah. [He eyes what's left of the batter, eyes the stove; it's clear that Bucky's calculating.] Finish making them, but I'm gonna package them right away. Not much interested in eating right now.
[Microwaved pancakes aren't as good as fresh but fresh pancakes aren't as good as the prospect of making out with Steve.]
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And it's probably a good thing that Bucky is ignorant of the effect that that leaning has on Steve; he'd been much too focused on grabbing cutlery. Otherwise he might have said screw it to pancakes and batter both, and just hauled Steve right in for a makeout session. But no, there's a burnt pancake to share and Bucky's going to keep feeding Steve little syrup-drenched bites in between taking his own.
And as far as the videos? Bucky's honestly not going to say too much else about them. He knows how it makes Steve feel and he'll poke a little fun when they're alone, but more than that is stepping a little too close to being cruel and he doesn't want to hurt his friend like that.] I can't imagine anything you do being terrible, I hope you realize that.
[It probably sounds a little sappy, but it's true. Bucky can't remember a time that Steve hasn't thrown his all into whatever task was in front of him, and there's a kind of beauty in that dedication, that determination. Even when it was back alleys and guys who were bigger than he was, Steve never actually backed away from something he thought was right. Bucky thinks that it's that more than anything else that makes people want to follow him: his charisma, his determination, his sense of what's right.
It's only one of the things that Bucky finds attractive about him.
Another one, a very big one right now, is physicality. Bucky's always been very physical himself and right now he's very, very aware of Steve's presence next to him: how his gaze lingers, how he's drifted a little closer, how his voice betrays him and his skin is still a little flushed. And he likes it. He likes it a lot.]
Yeah. [He eyes what's left of the batter, eyes the stove; it's clear that Bucky's calculating.] Finish making them, but I'm gonna package them right away. Not much interested in eating right now.
[Microwaved pancakes aren't as good as fresh but fresh pancakes aren't as good as the prospect of making out with Steve.]