I could do this all day.

Steve|98|he/him history professor at queen's academy.

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Bucky followed beside him, close enough to feel the warmth that radiated off Steve as well as his shoulder that occasionally brushed against his every few steps. His eyes travelled around the area in awe, taking in everything from the simplest pleasures that go overlooked such as the warm breeze of air to things like the mom ushering her child to safety on the sidewalk. A smile was brought to his face, to go from an unlit almost prison-like place and only behold the people’s blood you were spilling to this was enough to cause him to smile widely- a glisten in his eyes. 

He looked over at Steve who had already been staring, biting down on his lip in hopes to contain the smile that would surely split his face in half. God, it was unbelievable how much pure bliss he felt in this very moment. Maybe he hadn’t deserved it for all those years of constantly draining the life of so many people but that hadn’t crossed his mind right now. Bucky was only emotionally involved in the feel of Steve’s hand grasping his protectively and the small gifts that life had been offering to him. 

His head snapped over to scan the place where Steve had been guiding him, casually cutting in front of him to open the door for his boyfriend with a small bow and murmured “after you Rogers.”

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Steve blushed at Bucky’s honestly a little ridiculous gesture but murmured a soft ‘Thank you,” before entering the shop. It was wide open and warm, the color of everything was so bright. This all just felt--right. 

He pulled out a chair for Bucky before seating himself across from him, wrapping his hand in his in the middle of the table. Steve had never felt so lucky in his entire life, than to be right here, right now, in this exact moment with the person he loved most in this world. If you had told him 90 years ago that he would’ve ended up here, happy and in-love with Bucky, he would’ve never believed you. But now, it was the only thing he’d ever known. 

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“Well someone’s gotta do it” Bobbi smiled “and it’s not as badass as you might think I mostly do paperwork and tell other people what to do.”

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“Still badass,” Steve laughed, “We’re older and we can’t just be fighting all the time. We’d break our bodies. You’re being as badass as you can be, which is badass.” 

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He nodded his head, happiness spreading throughout him like quickfire at Steve’s agreement to his on the spot idea. “Okay” he got out just seconds before Steve’s lips captured his in a kiss far too short for his liking. Bucky leaned in for another but his boyfriend had been already been halfway up the stairs in which he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout from the loss of contact and his damn needy lips needing Steve’s on them.

Bucky sat upon the second to last step, pulling his phone out to play music into his earplugs as he waited for the blonde to finish up and head down. Only maybe three, or two and a half songs played before he saw a drop of water blurring his phone screen. He wiped it across the fabric of his jeans, pausing the music before returning the phone and earplugs in his pocket. He stood up, reaching in with a light smile to press his lips against the man’s for the ache he had felt earlier to be relieved even from the slightest second of another kiss.

Rubbing absentminded yet soothing patterns across the soft skin of Steve’s hand, Bucky pulled their lips apart to answer the question that lingered in the air. “Honestly? No idea. It was last minute” he admitted, slightly shaking his head. “All I know is that I’m happy as long as I’m with you. We can walk around until we find some place nice.”

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Steve brushed his wet hair back  and smiled down at Bucky. “Sure, Buck, let’s do that. “ He took Bucky’s hand and pulled him to the sidewalk. They walked side by side down the street, hands clasped, while Steve kept glancing over at Bucky with a huge shit eating grin on his face. 

He couldn’t help it. Every single moment Steve was with Bucky his heart pounded in his chest and he felt like goo. Soon enough, he spotted a cute little breakfast joint and ushered Bucky in. 

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“I founded it actually, though as far as the public is concerned I’m retired and a former Avenger called Mockingbird founded it. Perks of the public not knowing your identity.”

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His lips broke into a full grin. “You’re such a badass. I knew you did cool shit but this? Over the top. I feel so lucky having taught by your side.” 

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Bucky shrugged his shoulders as a quick reply before leaning in to place a soft kiss on Steve’s cheek, ruffling the blonde’s hair with his flesh arm. He unintentionally smiled widely at Steve’s visible concern, more so because of the fact that after all this time- so many years had passed yet Steve still cared just as much for him.

“Exploring” he told him finally, “I’d invite you but you’re sweaty and gross.” The smile never left his face as he spoke to Steve, his teasing harmless and something Steve had probably been use to as an everyday occurrence. 

“Do you want me to wait up for you? We can skip the snuggle session and go on a date? When’s the last time we did that?” Bucky asked, the eagerness and excitement laced in his words. It had been early in the morning, yeah, but Bucky had the exhilaration running through his veins and now instead of doing all this by himself he had wanted Steve to join him. “Unless you’re worn out, we can reschedule?”

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“No, yeah, Buck, let me just grab a quick shower.” Steve gestured behind him with his thumbs before kissing his boyfriend gently. He practically galloped up the stairs with eagerness; he never missed a chance to go out with Bucky, be close with Bucky, just do stupid frivolous romantic shit with his Bucky. 

Steve ran through the motions in his quickest shower yet, not even toweling off his hair  before he pulled on the nearest pairs of jeans and a comfy t-shirt. He ran back downstairs to Bucky, hair dripping as he took his hand in his. “Where are we going? Somewhere fun?” 

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“Yeah, I’m fine. A powered individual held a group of people hostage at the bank but the WCA took care of it.”

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Steve’s lips quirked up on one end. “You work with the WCA? I wouldn’t expect less of you.” 

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“Hey, Rogers” Bobbi smiled when she saw the man. She glance behind her to see if the reporters had noticed her, letting out a sigh of relief when they hadn’t she turned back to her old friend. “So what are you doing here?”

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Steve gestured to his attire as a way of explanation. “I was jogging. What happened here? Are you okay?” 

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The World Counterterrorism Agency or WCA wasn’t all too different from SHIELD but at the same time it was very different. Working at the WCA was much the same for Mockingbird except for one major difference now she was in charge of everything and had a lot more paperwork. She had founded the WCA about nine years ago after she had resigned from SHIELD and the agency had grown from a small group of agents to having agents all over the world.

She had just finished a high profile mission, a powered person held hostages in a bank, which meant the press would be swarming outside the building which is why she was still inside the bank, the one thing she really hated about her job was the press. So she changed into regular clothes and easily slipped past the press. A few blocks down she ran into someone she recognized.

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Steve was on his morning jog when he saw a large amount of reporters swarming around the bank. Curious, Steve approached and pulled out his headphones, breathing heavily. 

While he was distracted, he rammed himself into someone trying to slip past--”Hey! Bobbi?” 

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James Buchanan Barnes had always been an easygoing person, relishing in the simplest of things rather than the magnificent luxuries life had to offer. He had picked up long ago that most people had gone out to celebrate their days off with booze and strippers, but he’d stay back either savoring the booming bass that echoed through the house (that Steve couldn’t manage for more than thirty minutes) or head out to discover more on the “new world.” He honestly could never grow tired of expanding his knowledge for the seventy plus years he’d been frozen and brainwashed. 

Surprisingly he finally overcame the inner struggle- no more nightmares and no more Winter Soldier. He was good, it’d been a long time since he felt utter peace in the body he had been caged in. Instead of staying home, walking about naked and singing some pop bullshit he never mentioned to anyone, he had decided to take a scroll. He ran his fingers through his hair that he had now kept at a decent length before slipping a cap on with his jacket to cover the metal arm that he now was use to as an average part of him. He jogged his way downstairs, slipping his earplugs in before accidentally bumping into someone.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I- hey! Hey.”

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After Queen’s Academy, Steve and Bucky had moved in together in a flat in Brooklyn. Steve liked it because it reminded him of the old one; Bucky liked it because of the huge window that was in the living room. During their time as teachers, Steve and Bucky had grown comfortable with their love for one another and were pretty open about their relationship. 

Steve had a daily routine. Wake up, drink coffee, jog, snuggle Bucky, go to work, lunch with Sam, work some more, dinner with Bucky, sleep and repeat. He was at the end of the jog stage when he ran into Bucky on the stairs. 

Steve furrowed his brows, “What are you doing up so early, Buck?” 

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As Steve had spoke, he pieced everything together tying it along with what he had already knew or had learnt. He licked his bottom lip, bringing it in to bite down on as he wrapped his head around all the newfound information. It was quiet for a moment, Bucky treasuring the warmth and secure feeling of having Steve beside him. It had been some time since he was this close to someone and hadn’t felt the need to distant himself in fear that he’d have one of his episodes. The silence for him was comforting being that it wasn’t accompanied with any of his merciless, dark thoughts but him only thinking how much he had been fond of the position he had been in. The endless years of torture and brainwashing from The Winter Soldier experiments had meant nothing if this was his reward, being back alongside Steve.

“I would do it again. You know that right? Dying for you is a good way to go” he assured the blonde. He never put the blame on him when he had discovered the situation on the Zola train and he needed Steve to know that. He would do everything again, take all that pain and suffering triple times worst if it landed him right here reunited with Steve.

Bucky shook his head, a small laugh escaping at Steve’s last comment even though it had probably been too late to react. Knowing Steve and his modest ways, Bucky was positive that if someone ever had thanked him he had probably just waved it off and that’s exactly what he would probably do now. “Well thanks for saving the world Cap” he playfully replied, moving to press his lips upon the man’s forehead with a smile.

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“I would rather you didn’t, Buck. Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but.” Steve squeezed Bucky a little tighter, worried that he might take the offer a bit too seriously. 

A dark blush dusted Steve’ cheeks, “I didn’t do anything, though. I didn’t even save the world.” This fact haunted him quite often and sometimes he regretted even doing so. But without him being frozen, he wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t be with Bucky and he just couldn’t stand that thought. 

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If there had been one thing Bucky hadn’t wanted it was to push things to the point where either they both would end up unhappy or felt things had been rushed-  they had known each other since the freaking 30′s but a lot has happened since then and some things had to be further discovered of course. It was mainly the little things like Bucky wondered if Steve’s favorite color had remained the same, all the things he had learnt from teaching his history class, anything and everything that he missed out from the six months they hadn’t interacted. He had to contain himself from throwing thousands of questions in Steve’s direction, desperate to know more information than he currently had.

“Yeah, Steve, you” Bucky confirmed with a nod of his head and light chuckle slipping from his lips. He got more comfortable in the blankets before leaning his head upon Steve’s shoulder, “hey Steve…” Bucky loved repeating his name- in his head or out loud- due to fear of forgetting it, this way it would become permanently craved into his skull to remember. “Do you remember the 40′s? Co-could you tell me about it?” 

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Steve melted at Bucky’s touch and he wrapped a carefully arm around Bucky’s middle to pull him as close as possible to his side. “Yeah, of course, Buck. Whatever you want.” Steve leaned his head against Bucky’s. 

“It was a strange time. With the world at war, we barely had any resources even here at home. We struggled to get by, and every day was a chance at death. But then you got your orders, and I didn’t know how I was going to survive without you. I wanted to go to war, too, like my dad, like you. I didn’t deserve to sit at home and do nothing. After you left, I was picked up by Dr. Erskine. He saw something in me no one else did. He gave me the serum before he died and they used me as a tool to gain resources for the war. When I found out that you were captured, I went AWOL to save you. After that, The Howling Commandos, we fought the war on our own terms and we were determined to take down Hydra. You died, saving me.” Steve gulped and shut his eyes. “And I sent a plane into the ice to save the world.” 

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Bucky stood there awkwardly, trying to hold back his tears so he wouldn’t show any signs of weakness or become another issue Steve had felt responsible for. He brought his right hand up to bite at his already low fingernails from the stress of thinking he said too much for Steve to handle all at once. He was ready to apologize but upon hearing Steve’s soft voice call him over Bucky held it in, making his way onto the spot beside the blonde and soon enough being engulfed in the blanket like Steve had been. Bucky snuffled, a small smile spreading on his lips when he felt Steve’s warm touch upon his cheek. He leant into his touch instantly, closing his eyes in attempts of drowning in the calmness and peace he had been experiencing at the moment. It wasn’t often he had moments he’d enjoy and could appreciate so he had always recognized them the fastest he could, picking up every small detail to remember later.

He opened his eyes once he felt the absence of Steve’s touch, wanting to ask if he could rest his soft skin upon his again but deciding against it. As Steve had spoke, he picked up on the little things that nearly caused him to smile brightly. The soft tone Steve always used when talking to him, the blonde strands sneaking out of the blanket wrapped around him, the words falling from his pink lips. Bucky was soaking in every single thing about Steve, nodding his head while his eyes continually fought for the view of his blue eyes and lips that he wanted to press against his own.

Leaning his forehead on Steve’s he grabbed his shaky hand with his flesh one rubbing soothing circles in attempts to calm him. He looked down at the sight of his hand on Steve’s before turning his attention to him, his eyes searching for the blondes. “Don’t be sorry for anything. You remember I was the one who went in for seconds right?” Bucky reminded with a light chuckle in attempts to ease the tension of the moment. “I learnt a lot from visits at the Smithsonian” Bucky began, probably seeming to get off track but knowing where he had been going with the mention. “The Howling Commandos” he said, sitting up straight and playfully dragging his hand in the air as he spoke the words like they were part of a big production. A smile tugged on the ends of his lips as he continued on, the past always seeming to interest the man more than the present he was going through. “They had our uniforms up for display, huge photo…back when my hair wasn’t so shaggy.”

“It’s like they had our whole life on those screens…but they were missing something in mine. I discovered that one on my own.” His eyes were back on Steve’s, the smile he was now wearing growing wider seeing Steve sat there adorably still covered in his blankets. “I love you” he finally admitted. “I’m trying to say I love you, Steve, am I making any sense?”

Steve could barely breathe; so what Bucky had said on the roof was real. All of this wasn’t just an effect of the spell and none of it was a delusion. “You do?” Steve couldn’t help his gaping mouth and furrowed brows. “Me?”

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At his words, Bucky let out a sigh of relief, taking a moment to prepare himself for whatever Steve would throw his way. He was always forgiving, especially to Bucky for some bizarre reason that no matter what he did the blonde would still be there with open arms. If Bucky had left him alone for some stupid date he’d be there after to ask him how’d it went, when he was turned into becoming The Winter Soldier and taken more lives than he could count Steve did everything in his power to bring him back but this was something much different. This was taking their friendship and letting it grow into something Bucky would surely destroy soon enough, whenever he found something good he always also found a way to unintentionally burn it to the ground. His hand came in contact with the doorknob, twisting it in his metal arm and opening the door to be faced with Steve- well Steve as a blanket burrito to be specific. 

He was ready for it all. For Steve to raise his voice like he never had at Bucky, ordering him sternly to leave him alone or throwing the nearest pillow he had in his face. He wondered if he’d do none of that, rather ignoring him once he caught sight of the mess he had been dealing with for so long which would probably hurt way more than any screaming nor fighting. The man had prepared himself for nearly every- negative- outcome besides the one that actually happened. When he heard, what he guessed had been Steve’s favorite nickname for him, he looked up from his feet to Steve’s blue eyes puzzlingly. He’d expected him to now just call him Bucky, maybe even James but not Buck. 

“Wh- what’s up?” he repeated, not getting why that was the question to fall from his lips. He tilted his head to the side, studying his friend’s face to see if maybe there was something he had been missing. His smile didn’t fool him for a second, he knew Steve and because of whatever the hell went down in the school a couple of days ago he really had been sure he had known him. The way he smiled now didn’t compare to the way he had then and all Bucky honestly wanted right now, to give him some peace, was for Steve to smile that way again and for it to be because of him.

Bucky wasn’t positive whether he just didn’t want to speak on it and ignore it until it eventually was washed from their minds or something else had been eating at Steve. All he wanted to do was ask one simple question that the answer to was probably complex and would leave Bucky turning into the blanket burrito Steve had been currently. “Was that you?” He cringed when it had been said out loud, the words playing well in his mind but clearly not when they were said out his mouth. “I just, I don’t know what’s going on, okay? I, we just started to…” Bucky was now just a stuttering mess trying to say what was running through his head but failing greatly. “I just got you back, man. I can’t lose you again. Now I don’t know if what you were saying was you, or the way you kissed m-.” Bucky bit his lips, not sure if he could even finish the sentence. He looked down not meeting his eyes, resuming with his current speech type thing his voice shaky and breaking towards his last words. 

“When it was over you ran away like you were disgusted it was me.” 

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The faux smile fell from Steve’s face in an instant. Bucky thought that he was the issue? Holy shit, could Steve feel any more guilt and shame then he was in this very moment? 

Steve sighed gently and opened his blanket burrito for Bucky, “Come here. If you want to. Please.” Once Bucky had tucked himself beside Steve, he carefully wiped the tears off Bucky’s face with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m sorry if you thought that it was...that my running away was because I realized it was you I was kissing.” Steve’s hands shook when they had returned to his lap. “I just feel-felt as though I had forced myself on you, and you know how strict I am on the consent issue, and I couldn’t live with myself if I had somehow coursed you into kissing me. Especially with this spell, or whatever it was, I just-” 

Steve put his face in his hands. “It was true, ya know. All of it. You will always be my one and greatest weakness and no matter what you do or say, my heart will always belong to you.” 

“But that doesn’t mean you have to pretend to reciprocate that feeling for my benefit. I am more than sorry if I forced you to kiss me, up on the roof, or you felt like you had to lie. I’m sorry...for any discomfort. I’m sorry for-” Everything, was left unsaid, but Steve’s throat was sore and he was wary that he had already said too. much. 

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The instant Steve had ran off everything that took place hit Bucky, finally being able to think straight and let it all sink in. “гребаный дерьмо” he cussed under his breath, he had just gotten Steve back and now he slipped away from his reach once again. He continued swearing in his mother tongue, his voice filling with anger and volume as time passed needing to vent his frustration out. Maybe this outlet wasn’t healthy, especially when he got to his room punching the wall in desperate need to punish himself for this, but right now he didn’t care about the fact that he was an idiot and used his right arm or that he failed to stop whatever the hell happened to the school. All that ran through his mind was wanting to be there for Steve but he hadn’t known what to say nor what to do and if there was anything he picked up it was that giving people their space was well appreciated sometimes. As much as that sounded like complete and utter bullshit Bucky went with it, due to the fact that Steve had hid in his room that sort of forced him to go with it.

Bucky hated himself. He hated that he probably fucked Steve up even more now, that he didn’t know the next thing he would act on but mainly that it was only two days before he broke. Six months avoiding him was difficult but now knowing all these feelings and how bad Steve had been doing the two days were more than what he could deal with. He built up on all the courage he had, mumbling words of encouragement to himself before reaching out and knocking on the door quietly wincing at the pain of his bruised knuckles that hit it. He listened for a reply, shaking his head at Steve’s cough knowing it of course was a lie so he’d be alone once again. Bucky opened his mouth to speak but closed it before any words came out, if he had heard Bucky’s voice he wouldn’t open the door that was for sure. Not really knowing what else to do, he knocked again this time harder since it had been from his hand made of metal hoping and praying that Steve got irritated and just opened the door for him.

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Steve was a bit irritated, but right now, he was a bit too emotionally exhausted to care too much. With a resignated sigh, Steve spoke, “Let yourself in.” He prepped himself for the onslaught of whoever the fuck this was by curling up in a tiny ball in the very corner of his bed and wrapping himself in his blanket. 

When Steve saw it was Bucky behind the door, he couldn't help the weak “Buck.” he gasped out, before he remembered all that he had done. He had betrayed Bucky’s trust and forced himself on him, his god damn best friend. Was Bucky here to punish him? Yell at him? Confirm that he didn’t, in fact, share in how Steve felt? 

Steve couldn’t handle being alone again. “What’s up?” The younger man smiled weakly at the love of his life, trying to force his disappointment in his self back down his throat. 

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The moment the spell had worn off, Steve had bolted; detached his lips from Bucky’s and just fucking ran. His own boldness sent embarrassment down to the root of his toes and he had never felt such a shame before. Steve could not believe that he had had the gull to force himself on Bucky, admit his most secret feelings. 

Obviously, there was no way Bucky had actually felt the same as Steve and the spell had somehow made Bucky react in this strange way. So, clearly, the sole solution to his embarrassment was to hide away in his room and pretend that none of it had ever happened. Steve couldn’t face his best friend after he betrayed his trust like that. 

After two days of moping, there was a knock on the door. “I’m afraid I cancelled class for today, I’m feeling quite ill.” Steve feigned a cough, hoping that whoever was knocking would just leave. 

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Steve Rogers: Moodboard 2/? 

Bucky + Steve

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Bucky smiled softly at the small gesture that he still felt unworthy of but more than happily accepted. He was content with his spot, Steve’s arms around him feeling like the rightest thing in a long time. He was all ears for whatever Steve was going on about, always hanging on to his words because it was specifically him speaking them but also that they seemed to help him reclaim the past. Little things that Steve spoke on, tying his faded memories together and then letting him feel more human with his new full collection.

He nodded innocently, encouraging Steve to get out everything and anything he wanted while Bucky was there attentive and non-judgmental. His smile fell hearing his last words, a look of utter concern taking over him and his heart dropping to his feet. “Hey” Bucky’s weak voice said to him as he brought his right hand to Steve’s chin, lifting it up so their eyes met. He was overcome with guilt and disgust for himself, leaving Steve the first time wasn’t much of an option but he chose to avoid Steve at all cost for the past six months. Bucky always felt like it had been on him to protect Steve, whether it had been from the guys back from when they were younger or his own mind bullying him. He was so selfish, to only be thinking about himself and leaving Steve alone for all this time. He hated himself, this was his own fault. There was no blaming anyone but himself.

“None of that, okay punk?” he tried to chuckle wholeheartedly but it coming out more forced than he would have liked. He wanted to be the strong one right now, the one who pieced them back together and Steve could lean on but shit was it difficult after hearing that. The longer he stared into Steve’s eyes he was closer to breaking down at the thought that he would have to just be looking at them through a photo because he was gone. “I love you. Through the good and all the bad, I love you. Eighty years ago ‘till this very moment, I love you. When they wiped my memory, I didn’t know it but Steve I loved you. We’re in this together, okay? So don’t go leaving me now.”

He let his hand slide to the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him closer to press his lips back on his that were aching for another sweet kiss since they parted.

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The weakness in Bucky’s tone both made Steve’s heart beat faster and made him feel ridiculously guilty for even saying it at all. Bucky did not need to know the intricacies of Steve’s mental illness that took over his mind while Bucky wasn’t there. It seemed cruel of him to even tell him, but Steve just felt like he had to. 

Steve shook his head and forced a smile when Bucky said ‘none of that’, as if it were something he could stop. Steve knew he was going to be okay now, of course, Bucky was here and he was no longer ridiculously alone and shut out from the world. Bucky’s confession sent his heart rate flying again and he swore he would pass out from the sheer amount of love bursting from his chest. 

Bucky’s kiss nearly drowned Steve; the aching and yearning of decades melting away with one sweet press of lips. This is where Steve wanted, no, needed to be for the rest of his life.