Saturday morning fic rec:
Author’s summary:
“You know, I didn’t even get to go to your funeral,” Steve tells him, his hand now flat against Bucky’s chest. He can feel his heartbeat thumping away.
“I’m dead?” Bucky asks, a calmness to his voice.
Steve feels his pulse under his palm and nods. “You’re dead. I’ve been to your gravestone.”
Steve moves into his new apartment in Brooklyn after coming out of the ice, and keeps having dreams that Bucky is there with him. He thinks maybe it's a dream or a hallucination, and he doesn't know that Bucky is really alive.
Words: 6881, Chapters: 1/1
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The First Avenger, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First Kiss, Period-Typical Homophobia, Love Confessions, Lonely Steve Rogers, Angst with a Happy Ending
My notes:
Steve’s belief of Bucky not being actually there is done very well in this, and it’s all kinds of heart breaking, but the end makes up for it.














