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Stucky by maxbbs
Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.
Louise Glück, “The Burning Heart” (via wordsnquotes)
“You are way more worried about this than you should be, pal. It’s just cookies.” And really, neither of them could get sick. So long as Bucky didn’t burn the apartment down or something, they’d be fine. He grabbed his tablet and searched the internet until he found a decent-looking recipe for gooey chocolate chip cookies. Then he set it up where Bucky could see it and moved to turn the oven on. “Can ya see it okay there, old man, or do we need to find your readin’ glasses, first?” he teased.
Bucky turns toward Steve, arms crossing over his chest. “Ya know, you’re many things, Rogers. You’re brave, smart, sexy as hell - I just don’t think funny’s ever been in your repertoire, punk.” He studies the screen for a second, easily memorizes the list of ingredients that they need and starts moving around the kitchen to gather them, setting them all in a collection on the counter along with any bowls and utensils they need.
Steve raised an eyebrow in amusement over Bucky’s utter bewilderment over the idea of baking for him. He wasn’t all that great at baking himself, either, despite getting much better at cooking. But to see the other man stressing out over it… well, he couldn’t help but snicker. “Oh, come on. It’s real easy these days. Look, I can even Google you a recipe.”
“Look, I know you got the whole perfected super soldier serum thing going for you, and you don’t get sick or whatever, but I’m tellin’ you, if this goes haywire, it’s your fault.” Shaking his head, Bucky goes to the sink and starts to wash his hands. “Go ahead and pull up the Google, set the stove, make yourself useful.”
Shpion / Шпио́н (m.) | Spy / ʂpʲɪˈon /
“Ate just a couple cookies. You ate all the cookies, Buck.” He shook his head. Steve brought a hand up to swat playfully at Bucky’s hand, then poked him lightly in the side. “No way, I think I want you to make me more cookies. From scratch.”
Bucky’s eyes widen immediately, his expression shifting to deer in the headlights. “You- you want me to bake for you?” A hand jets to his hair, moving through the locks as he goes from looking at Steve to looking at the ground. He knows that he was able to cook at some point, that he was better than Steve even, but he hasn’t cooked in such a long time. Ever since he escaped HYDRA it’s pretty much been microwavable meals only. “What, are you tryin’ to get food poisoning or something?”
you’ve suffered so much, and been so brave, i wonder when you will have the strength to be weak for a little while
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- oh lazarus, come forth and live | j.s.
You could ask him to kill for you & he would, though you never do because you like how he instinctively moves to protect you without you saying anything.
This man has done bad things; they’ve nested in his bones, they make him move like his love for you does. (via alleyspat)
“Oh.” Oh. Steve keeps forgetting that this isn’t really the same man anymore. That despite their clinging friendship and Bucky’s good heart, he’s still not the same and Steve can’t keep expecting him to be. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “I mean… You don’t have to give it a try if you don’t want to, Buck.”
Bucky hears the hesitation in Steve’s voice, looks up to see the same hesitation on his face, like he regrets suggesting it, like he’s hurt Bucky’s feelings somehow. “I mean, there’s no harm in trying it out. If you like it, it can’t be so bad - even if it’s a little sappy.” He smiles, reaches over to punch Steve’s arm lightly. It’s taken a while for him not to be so fragile, but he’s not looking for anyone’s pity, especially not Steve’s. He knows his best friend partially blames himself for Bucky’s captivity, and Bucky’ll do everything in his power to bury that guilt if he can.
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when yr paranoia is rlly vague so its just like