Advent Day 24
This is how i see you by Feather (lalaietha), narrated by echolalaphile
Summary: After a minute of fighting against the stupid fucking impulse, drive, fear that makes him want to pull away, Bucky says, "Merry fucking Christmas," and maybe it could be a wry joke instead of bitter and spitting acid. Maybe.
Steve's arm's tighten for a second and there's no joke in his voice when he says, "Trust me, I've had worse."
Part 98 of the (even if i could) make a deal with god [your blue-eyed boys related short-fic] series »
Excerpt - “Steve manages a convincing argument for watching every fucking Die Hard movie ever made with the ridiculous amounts of Christmas chocolate they've somehow ended up with in arm's reach, which right now amounts to suggesting it in a tone of voice that says he thinks it's a good idea. The fit of completely unnecessary domestic bullshit having been stopped, Bucky's not sure he could think his way out of a paper bag, or out of sitting somewhere and staring.
Considering that, sprawling somewhere and staring at a moving screen's probably a better idea. And there's an argument to be made that it's kind of like a fucking Christmas thing. And he sure as shit can't handle going anywhere. So sprawling using Steve as a pillow and a heater when Steve thinks it's a good idea works fine.
He loses track of the plot somewhere after deciding he can definitely see why McClane wife left him, and gives up and lets his eyes close. Steve's fingers move idly against his skull, through his hair, and he ignores the gunfire on the screen in favour of that.
The kitten settles in a curl on his upper back.
After a while Steve says, "For the record, one of these days I'm gonna make a power-point presentation demonstrating that you're secretly a cat. And always have been. It's gonna have illustrations."
