Another (Chapter One)(ThunderShield)
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The first time something happened between Steve and Thor, it was after a tough battle. The team had been scrambling to work together, to keep their heads about them, and it had very nearly ended in several civilian casualties. It had been a bad day. “Movie night. One hour.” Tony snapped as the team stumbled through the doors of the common area. “Mandatory. Today was awful and we all need to reboot.” “Sure thing, Stark.” Natasha agreed wearily, and looped her arms over Clint’s neck. “Carry me.” “I gotcha babe.” He picked her up easily and sent Tony a smile. “We will be back after a shower. Can I order pizza?” “Whatever you want, bud.” Tony said instantly, and reached for Bucky’s hand. “Shower for us too, soldier.” “Sure thing, sweet thing.” Bucky drawled, and kissed Tony gently. “Cap, you want to pick a movie? We will be back.” “Nobody likes the movies I pick out.” Steve argued good naturedly and Bucky made a face. “Yeah. Me either. Thors out too, he takes forever to decide.” “Damn you guys.” Sam rolled his eyes and dropped his wing pack on the floor. “I will pick a movie. You guys go shower.” He clapped Steve on the shower as he passed on his way to the movie room. “Take a load off Cap. You look tense.” “Yeah.” Steve smiled, or at least he did until Sam left, then he let his shield drop with a thunk and sat heavily on the couch. It was hard some days. Hard to pretend like everything was okay all the time. Hard to pretend like he knew what to do with himself if he wasn’t fighting. A soldier who couldn’t fit into a world not at war. It seemed to be getting worse lately, this feeling of not belonging. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know how to make it stop. So he just sat on the couch with his head in his hands and waited to be called down to watch another movie full of references he didn’t really understand and didn’t really care too. Bucky, of course, didn’t understand them either, but he had Tony on his lap explaining things in a quiet voice in between kisses. It was adorable in a borderline disgusting way.
Almost six months ago Bucky had stood up at the breakfast table and in typical charming Bucky style, had announced that he would love nothing more than to take Tony out for a date, because he figured it would be rude to stare this much without at least buying him dinner. Tony had blushed and stammered and then had just walked over and kissed Bucky square on the lips. Bucky had swooped him up and carried him out of the room and they hadn’t left the bedroom for the rest of the day. Steve had been so happy for his best friend, and at the same time, the saddest he’d been in a long time. Because after finally getting Bucky back, Bucky had found someone else. And Steve didn’t have anyone.
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