Taking a dramatic sigh, Steve comes to rest a bit more over Bucky and pulls his hand back from behind his head. He brushes the hairs on his chest again and kisses the faint stubble on his throat. Seeing Bucky without a beard is still something that he’s getting used to but now Steve’s growing to like it. “We’ll just go to town to buy whatever we need, when we need, and then we’ll ride straight back. We don’t have to socialize, we don’t have to know anybody’s names. We don’t have to be involved. We’d just be two upstanding citizens, minding our own business and that business is no ones but ours. We’d be hermits.”
“Hermits, huh?” Bucky snorts at the thought and rests his head back against the ground, fingers brushing lazily through Steve’s longer hair.
- Cruel, Cruel World, I’m Moving On, a collaboration for the Cap Reverse Big Bang @capreversebb, with words by the illustrious lockedlocke, and illustrations by me
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