STEVE ISN'T WRONG ; everything has changed. most everything that he remembers from the old days does not hold true anymore. there are similarities, but there are days when bucky laments missing his place in history, the way he should have come home from the war and had a family of his own. it had always been what he'd imagined when he imagined a future . . . and with steve right across the street, or in the same apartment building. bucky misses aspects of those days, the way things had been easier in so many ways. financially they had struggled, and sometimes went to bed hungry, but most of the time they had managed, and bucky didn't have to worry about things like war or the burden of all those he had been forced to kill. it was a simpler time. and if he thinks about it hard enough, bucky can ignore the background thread of longing that had accompanied him all that time.
finally steve leans back and relents with his pursuit, and bucky breathes a subtle sigh of relief as heat and weight on top of form and wrists moves. he settles the remote back between them and turns to look at friend at blond's words. changed more than he's let on . . . it feels almost as though steve is trying to say something without saying it. bucky gives a little nod, knowing that feeling but also unsure where steve is going with this. ❝ we all change, it's a part of life. ❞ and bucky isn't expecting the next topic steve brings up, flush returning to cheeks.
❝ plenty of fish, ❞ he mumbles, embarrassed that he even has to explain himself. damn sam ; bucky will give him a good punch in the arm for disclosing such a secret to steve. maybe he thought bucky had already told blond ; either way, bucky doesn't appreciate it. ❝ it's nothing, really. haven't met anyone worthwhile. kind of just a waste of time. ❞
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