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He closes the space between them and ever so gently pressed his lips to Bucky’s.

if he was close to crying before, tears were gathering in bucky’s eyes in earnest when steve’s lips met his own. he’d been waiting patiently for so many years, stuffing the urge down whenever it arose, but this time. this time he didn’t have to, he was allowed to kiss, and he was ready to melt right there.

both arms find their way over steve’s shoulders, holding him close, but not pressing the kiss any further. that was.. that was too scary just yet.

Steve pulls back a moment only to kiss him again. And again. And one more time. Gentle but firm presses of his lips against Bucky's, nothing bigger than that. He opens his eyes slowly and looks down, finally seeing the tears.

"Oh Buck," he mumbles with a smile, running his thumbs over Bucky's cheeks.

#muse: capsicle #partner: cathartlc (bucky)#small para

missed.

“ Out. Duh. ”

it’s a short response, and likely the best steve is going to get before they get where they’re going. for now, he just leads the other man to the garage, eyes sweeping across his collection. the decision has him pausing for a moment, before he decides on a lincoln. low-key, smooth ride.. partial driving assistance. keeping a bit of the stress off himself.

tony pops into the driver’s side, pulling the keys from the sunglasses compartment. no need for more security in the compound; FRIDAY had that down. he buckles himself in before even starting the car, just barely waiting for steve to do the same before rolling out. he’s far more careful driving than he is in his suit, that’s for sure.

Steve rolls his eyes at the short answer but a smiles still plays on his lips. He doesn't know anything about cars but he lingers on some of the older looking ones before following Tony and hopping in the car he's chosen.

He watches the landscape glide by as they drive. He doesn't know what it is about cars that make him want to talk--maybe it's that every vehicle he's been put in lately has been full of tactical talk. Maybe he's just anxious.

He takes a breath like he's going to speak then decides against it. No sense in spoiling the makeup dinner by "getting deep" again.

#muse: capsicle #partner: deferrise #small para: missed

shiny.

That thought does make his smile more genuine but as he watches the sun dip he sighs again and very reluctantly says, “Director Hill would want us back before it’s dark.”

“ Funny, Mother says the same thing. ”

loki runs his thumb against clint’s hand in an effort to soothe him. it’s.. nice. this is nice. in honesty, this was the first chance he himself had gotten to relax in a long while – he wanted to savor it.

a frown plays on his lips when the other man mentions leaving. though, with a bit of a sigh of his own, he can’t help but agree.

“ ..You’re right. You’re right. ”

Clint hesitates a moment before squeezing Loki's hand and moving back to the shore. He scoops up his belongings, making a face as he puts his shoes back on his mildly sandy feet. He mulls a thought over as he crosses back to the motorcycle and decides, why the hell not?

"Though, we could take a 'scenic route'," he offers, "I don't think we could be blamed for getting a little sidetracked." And strictly speaking, Clint's job is to keep an eye on the god. He can do that at the place he has in mind.

#muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

and then there were two.

“I have a few hundred questions but I’ll start with–” he pointed at the magic user, “who’re you? Also now what?”

the overlapping ‘hey’ (damn, suddenly his hearing aid was a speech jammer) had the not-so-displaced clint hiding a smile under his hand. no need to tick will off anymore than he already was. not right now, anyway.

“ Will Kaplan. Wiccan. ..Which is my alias, I’m not being weird. ” he huffs, crossing his arms. “ I don’t know. You’re not who I wanted and I don’t know how to put you back. If I could figure that out, I wouldn’t even be here. But no! This damn universe is cursed, the whole thing. ” with a grumble, he returns his attention to his books, paying no heed to the tiredness behind his eyes. ..nor the man he’d ripped out of his timeline. he didn’t have the time to dwell if he wanted to fix this.

sorry, clint offers by way of his hands, a sympathetic look in his eyes. he catches himself after the motion – do you sign?

*Yeah* Clint affirms with a quick motion. And he doesn't really mind Will's sappiness; it doesn't seem actually directed at anything but the malfunctioning spell. He watches the kid pour over books for a moment before turning back to the other Clint (Clint Alpha? This is his universe after all).

*What does he mean?* he signs, *What's wrong with this universe?* He'd ask Will directly if he had less experience with angry magic users.

#muse: the eyes #partner: cathartlc (wiccan)#partner: cathartlc (clint)#small para: and then there were two

and then there were two.

@rp-mess (clint and wiccan for.. clint.)

“ Well. This is new. New is.. probably not horrible. ”

“ Ugh. ” will drags his hand down his face in exasperation. as far as spell backfires went, and their potential to help.. anything, this wasn’t very high up on the list. ( as though the list of helpful backfires was very long in this world; they’d been helpful a total of about three fourths of a time, and even that was debatable. ) instead of the avenger team he’d wanted, he’d wound up with – who’d have guessed? – another smartass with a bow. “ Seriously? Not even someone with a power? ”

“ Hey. ..You’re not wrong, but hey. ”

"Hey..."

Clint's half complaint was cut off by his own grin as his...clone(? Alternate self? He wasn't sure what was happening here) finished the thought for the both of them. He looked between himself and the magic user for a moment.

"I have a few hundred questions but I'll start with--" he pointed at the magic user, "who're you? Also now what?"

#muse: the eyes #partner: cathartlc (clint)#partner: cathartlc (wiccan)#small para: and then there were two

shiny.

He glances at Loki and flashes a smile of reassurance.

loki’s not content with just that; he moves toward clint, taking one hand in his own and lacing their fingers. he didn’t much care for americans’ fear of intimacy, and he certainly wasn’t about to let it stop him from his own open brand of affection.

“ You seem tense, ” he muses, keeping close as he looks out over the waves. “ ..You don’t have to tell me. Just relax a little; look at that, it’s beautiful today. ”

he motions vaguely toward the sun edging its way down toward the horizon, toward the line where the sky met the sea. it wouldn’t be too long before it set.

Clint's hand twitches as its taken and he almost jumps. He feels ridiculous but sighs through his nose and tries to listen to Loki's advice.

"I'm not sure relaxing is in my repertoire," he mumbles. Still, his eyes follow to where the other is pointing and he realizes it's been a long while since he enjoyed this view; the colors in the water, a pretty person next to him. He could almost call it a date.

That thought does make his smile more genuine but as he watches the sun dip he sighs again and very reluctantly says, "Director Hill would want us back before it's dark."

#muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

He hopes he’s pouring as much emotion as he feels into those words. They are scary and wonderful and he feels like he’ll melt or float away if he doesn’t hold onto Bucky well enough.

“ Oh. ”

it’s more a breath than a word, almost catching in his throat as he registers what steve is saying. something akin to panic wells in his chest; it tightens the same way, tears prickling behind his eyes, but it doesn’t feel bad.

“ Jeezus, Steve.. you tryin’a make a grown man cry? ”

his voice cracks, but he couldn’t care less. both hands move to clutch at the other man’s shirt, metallic fingers far more careful than they need to be.

Steve sighs and leans forward before hesitating. He worries for a moment that even that action would shatter the fragile bubble they are in. But he feels Bucky's hands on his shirt and maybe he's imagining an insistence but it's enough to goad him into moving again.

He closes the space between them and ever so gently pressed his lips to Bucky's.

#//happy pride month its some gay #muse: capsicle #partner: cathartlc (bucky)#small para

shiny.

The dull thwack of the arrow is hardly satisfying. He turns to the shore and watches Loki again. He knows he’s standing too tensely but he’s starting to feel like the space is too open and he’s losing the control he’s trained to have.

the noise – even from a distance – instantly has loki on guard. he’s known far too many over-zealous archers to trust that sound. it’s just his companion, though, he confirms as he squints toward the opposite end of the shore.

there’s a few beats where loki just watches clint, before he calls out, taking a few steps closer, feet just back out of the water.

“ Hey. Clint. Join me. ”

there’s a subtle pleading to his tone, like a small child passively asking for a toy.

“ The water’s nice. ”

Clint scrubs his face with his free hand and nods. He drops his quiver and bow by his shoes and moves towards the shore, wading out just a bit. The water is cold on his sand warmed feet but it is nice considering they were probably burning.

He glances at Loki and flashes a smile of reassurance.

#//i dont know how to write a clint with a handle on his emotions lmao #muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

shiny.

He wishes he could actually let his guard down; pretend they really were just seeing the sights.

“ I’m not promising anything. ”

loki flashes a grin as his clothes shift easily into something more.. light. breezy. it’s still distinctly not midgardian, but it’s certainly more relaxed.

and like that, he’s off, padding out toward the water lapping at the shore. the sand between his toes is so foreign, so new.. it’s the little things that he finds pleasure in.

Clint watches Loki for a few minutes before he slides off the table. He toes his shoes off, straps the quiver to his side, and steps towards the sandbags with his bow in hand. It's for passing time at this point since it all comes so easily to him (and he can do it while keeping his charge in the corner of his vision)--the wire tenses, back tighten, slow breath, and his hand relaxes.

The dull thwack of the arrow is hardly satisfying. He turns to the shore and watches Loki again. He knows he's standing too tensely but he's starting to feel like the space is too open and he's losing the control he's trained to have.

#muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

missed.

for once, going out didn’t mean dressing up ( well, not to tony’s normal standard, anyway; his white button up and his scarf were hardly anything special ) – which meant he was back in the living room a great deal faster than normal. his hair fell more naturally, slicked back just with water by the looks of it. no point in putting gel in that was just going to need washed back out this late.

“ You coming? You’re not getting any younger sitting around like that. ”

Steve appreciates that Tony is dressed down. He's just in his own jeans and blue button up and Tony actually looks like he'll be doing the relaxing he deserves. Maybe there's even a chance he'd get a decent nights sleep. That would probably be best if they were ever going to resolve things from before.

"Alright, alright," he huffs a dry laugh and follow Tony out, shaking the thoughts from his head. "Where to then, boss?"

#muse: capsicle #partner: deferrise #small para: missed

“Thanks, Buck.”

the sight of someone as big and intimidating as steve trying to hide has bucky almost chuckling, but. then there’s the feeling of lips on his skin and he can feel his chest squeezing fondly instead.

“ God, I love you. ”

it’s a whisper, as though he’s afraid to announce it, even to just the two of them. as though he’s afraid the universe itself might disprove. those three words are terrifying.

“ Is. That alright to say? ”

Steve's eyes flick back to Bucky the moment the words reach him and at Bucky's hesitance he pulls his face away from his hand.

"Yes," he breathes, "Yes it's--it's more than alright." He cups Bucky's cheeks in his hands and moves to rest his forehead against his. "I love you."

He hopes he's pouring as much emotion as he feels into those words. They are scary and wonderful and he feels like he'll melt or float away if he doesn't hold onto Bucky well enough.

#muse: capsicle #partner: cathartlc (bucky)#small para

shiny.

“Not a whole lot out here,” he says once the engine is quiet, “but the view is nice.”

by the time they stop, loki’s perfectly wavy hair is fucked five ways from tuesday – something he’d normally fix with a snap of his fingers, but. there’s so much giddiness coursing through him, he can’t seem to find the effort to care.

“ Not a whole lot – are we seeing the same thing? ”

something in him wants to bolt down to the water. it’s always been that way – it doesn’t matter what world he winds up in, oceans and seas always have the same pull.

“ Is it – can I –? ”

he gestures vaguely out past the sand.

"Knock yourself out." Clint waves him encouragingly. "Though, not literally please."

He gets off the bike and pulls his jacket off. He's still in a clunky body armor vest on but that's fine. With a few clicks he tugged his bow and quiver off the bike and trails down slowly to the beach. He smiles as he sits on the table and watches Loki on the beach.

He wishes he could actually let his guard down; pretend they really were just seeing the sights.

#muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

He shrugs lazily and smiles again. That was all in the past now.

even knowing it’d been so much longer than it felt, those memories felt lifetimes away. everything associated with back then always came with a profound sense of sadness – this time, though, the emotion was harder to pin down.

“ To be fair, you were a twig I had to take care of. ”

he huffs another laugh, this one less tense as he takes in steve’s face. this was the same man he’d dragged home, bloodied, more than once, back when the lights weren’t as harsh and the streets weren’t as busy, and that.. still rarely failed to blow his mind

“ But. You were never just some guy – you know that, right? I respected the hell out of you, even before you were everyone’s hero. ”

the fingers of his metal arm curl in for a moment, the mechanics whirring softly as they settle back down. he opts, instead, to raise the one still wholly his own. careful fingers traced against the other’s jaw, featherlight, before resting on the side of steve’s neck.

“ You were my hero, and I’d fight for you again in a heartbeat. ..You’ve always been worth the world, Steve. ”

thank god for the adrenaline rush giving him the courage to speak the words he’s held too tightly to for all these years.

Steve laughs with Bucky and nods. But as his best friend keeps talking he feels his face heat and his heart beat faster. It's one thing to hear terms like "hero" and "respected" from strangers or others but from Bucky? It's almost too much. He turns and ducks his head in mild embarrassment and his lips accidentally find part of Bucky's palm. He hums and presses a kiss to it before mumbling.

"Thanks, Buck."

#muse: capsicle #partner: cathartlc (bucky)#small para

shiny.

“Hold on.” Clint flicked the switch on the dash and revved out onto the hidden highway as the compound doors opened.

it’s almost a thrill when clint speaks his name – formality is something he doesn’t often freely give up. something in him, a god’s intuition he might call it, said it was alright this time. nothing wrong with casual fun.

he doesn’t need to be told twice to hang on, thin arms wrapping around the other man’s waist as he settles himself on the back seat. the vehicle is small, a little awkward, but even just coasting out of the compound has loki practically humming with excitement.

Clint isn't always fond of the west coast compound but the PCH does make for a great ride. The hidden highway merges with it seamlessly and the motorbike hardly leans as they ride over the wide curves and cliffs.

They go for a few miles until Clint turns down another almost hidden road that comes out to an empty beach. There's a picnic table, a very unused grill, and a few puncture ridden sacks of sand.

"Not a whole lot out here," he says once the engine is quiet, "but the view is nice."

#muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

“Well, Buck,” he said quietly, “I wouldn’t complain if you did. I’ve fallen for you a few times myself.”

if he was a touch less in-control, bucky might have bitten straight through his lip. the words roll through him like lightning and thunder, shocking through his veins before settling heavy and warm somewhere in his chest.

“ You.. you? ”

it’s not completely coherent, but he’s doing the best he can given the circumstance; his head feels fuzzy and light, and he can’t shake it off for fear of reality shattering before his eyes.

“ ..Mister Golden Boy, pride of the whole damn country, falling for me? ”

bucky gives a shaky laugh, looking down at his hands. there’s a joke on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. not now. not when he feels like he’s floating and drowning all at the same time.

“ When.. when the hell did that happen? ”

"Too long ago," he replies, almost to himself. His hand drifts from Bucky's shoulder to his chin, nudging it as he shifted to be able to look Bucky face-to-face.

"At least since before you got shipped of and I got, well..." He rests one hand on Bucky's cheek. "Kept quiet for a whole bunch of reasons. Mostly because I didn't think you'd see me as anything other than a twig you have to take care of."

He shrugs lazily and smiles again. That was all in the past now.

#muse: capsicle #partner: cathartlc (bucky)#small para

shiny.

he can’t help but chuckle at the formality, shaking his head, wavy hair falling over his shoulders. bright green eyes dance across the odd array of vehicles before he’s turning back to clint, a playful glint in his eyes.

❝ First of all, Loki is fine. And I have to insist that you choose. I wouldn’t know where to start. ❞

"Alright then. Loki." He turned back to the small army of vehicle and crossed to the motorcycle before hopping on and patting the seat behind him. This probably wouldn't be other agents' first pick but he thought this would be fun.

"Hold on." Clint flicked the switch on the dash and revved out onto the hidden highway as the compound doors opened.

#muse: red room boy #partner: sylvrtongue (roleswap)#small para: shiny

missed.

“ Oh I absolutely mean now. Every second’s precious, or.. whatever it is old people say. ”

the thing on his desk springs back together with the press of a button, and he reaches for a nearby towel to wipe the grime off his hands. he pauses, before he offers a small, sheepish smile. it’s likely he’s been up a while, with the little vulnerabilities he’s willing to show, with the way his shoulders loosen.

“ ..I should shower off first, though. Probably don’t smell the greatest. ”

"I mean, I wasn't going to say anything," Steve joked, tossing his hands in the air and gesturing for Tony to go on.

He wandered out of the lab and hovered in the living room, mulling over the putting ahead as he waited for his...friend. He'd stay optimistic and keep considering Tony his friend until he said otherwise.

#muse: capsicle #partner: deferrise #small para: missed

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