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He inhaled sharply and then let it out in a relaxed huff, tension over the potential awkwardness of this situation unable to sink in quite yet when so completely satisfied. They were friends, weren’t they? Even if this proved to have been a mistake, a pleasurable mistake, they could come back from this...couldn’t they? He felt like his smaller self again, gangly and unsure of himself in this arena despite hopefully keeping it off his face, the direction of questioning at least proving useful in that sense. “A little, the good kind.” There was no use lying and the soldier let a satisfied smile blossom on his lips.

“No, stay.” Telling Agron he wanted him to remain in bed jumped to the tip of his tongue, but ultimately after a moment of better thought, he only let his smile soften and the urge easily passed. The agent seemed uncomfortable if the posed question was anything to go by, and maybe it was best to ease into this even though he truthfully wanted to go back to how they were before, his warmth pressed to his back. “There’s no hurry. We can make breakfast in a bit, right?” 

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“I--”

“Oh you’re coming whether you like it or not Agron. I’m carpooling with those assholes. One of us has to stay sober unless we’re sleeping down there.” Marco seemingly snickered at the thought and squeezed Steve’s shoulder roughly once more. And to his credit, while the student may not be all that fond of the guy, apparently he had some common sense and it was just about the only thing keeping him from snapping at being interrupted for the umpteenth time. If the brunet could read the disdain on his face for doing so, he made no comment when he turned his gaze on him and waggled his brows suggestively. “You want to hitch a ride with us or show him the way? They’ll be plenty of room next to me in the van.”

Question asked, he tsked in annoyance, daring to glance at Agron to gauge his reaction as he shrugged the unwanted hand off his shoulder for a second time. The mechanic had a strange penchant for trying to appear to be flirting with him though Steve had yet to figure out out how much he meant it, and rather not know if truth be told. “I’ll take my chances with him. You want us to stop at the store to get some beer?”

“When don’t we?”

“Right,” he huffed and focused his attention to the man he all but volunteered to willingly spend forty fives minutes trapped in a car with him. “You don’t have to ride with me. I can get the beer myself, I’ve done it before.”

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@shatteredxsoldier

“You’re no good to anyone dead.” The words were quiet, and Bucky raised his eyes to meet Steve’s. “You haven’t slept in days. I haven’t seen you eat in a while. Steve, the world needs you… But it needs you alive.”

Bucky was all too aware of the crushing guilt that Steve was harboring. He felt that same guilt gnaw away at him in the late hours of the night - all of the death and destruction that he had brought to the world, and for what? The agendas of mad, vengeful men? He shook his head slightly to derail that train of thought. It wouldn’t do anyone any good.

The broken soldier was also aware of the desperate need for redemption. Bucky tried, every goddamned day, to make up for his mistakes and for all of the pain he’d caused. He felt it every time he laid eyes on Tony Stark. Then the need for redemption would be replaced by that acidic guilt - it was a vicious cycle.

Bucky had come to accept the fact that the world wouldn’t miss him, and would probably do better without him, but he didn’t deserve to die. The world needed Captain America, even if they couldn’t see it. So, he would try to do better, and attempt to make his friend see that taking care of himself was important. It was his mission to take care of Steve, because he didn’t know how else he could help the world.

“Come on. Let’s go get some food, maybe some coffee.”

“I’ve been eating.” He reflexively refuted the one claim just to have something to say to the gently worded accusations that twisted his stomach into unsettled knots. Telling him no amount of exhaustion or lethargy curbed his appetite wasn’t about to assuage Buck’s concern for him, certainly not when he couldn’t tell him anything comforting about his sleeping habits as of late. “I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. A little lost sleep isn’t the end of the world.” The elements of truth to it allowed him to say so without his gaze skittering away to look nearly anywhere but his friend. Becoming efficient enough to lie in the field, for all intents and purposes seemed to have done little to influence his ability to do so in his relationships. 

Patting Buck on the shoulder, he nodded, measured steps taking him toward the kitchen and whatever their stomachs pointed them to among the abundance of options once there. As he moved, mind circled the obvious question, gaze kept straight ahead though occasionally jumping to the man at his side while he weighed the cost and benefits of saying what bogged down his thoughts. And it stung, knowing once upon a time he’d hardly have considered bringing something up with him for so long, but having him back was far better than not all things considered. He’d do right by him this time too. “How close have you been watching me? ‘Cause it sounds like you haven’t been sleeping yourself if you’ve noticed my lack of it.”

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“I’ve got a lot of respect for the guy already. There’s not many people who could make that kind of turn around.” His fondness of T’challa increased with every short conversation, a hint of a smile on his lips when he returned to Bucky’s side despite the pain. Funny, for all Stark advised that kid from Queens, his legs remained about the only thing on him not throbbing with every heartbeat and cool to the touch. Resting his weight gingerly on a chair, he laid an arm over his middle, supporting broken ribs as subtly as he could.“You think you could like it here until we figure out what we’re gonna do?”

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 With a whole host of things to regret from the past week in the coming days, refusing to sign the Accords wasn’t one of them, even if it meant on a do over it’d land them right back here; the Avengers once again different than when they’d started. But Nat, here at the end of life as they’d known it was still his friend and he worried over her safety. “How’ve you been?”                                                          

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  “I know.”

The touch upon each ridge of his bare torso was light, despite the permission he had given to explore the canvas of his request. Such was his heart-deep ease in Steve’s company, not even a quiver accompanied the tickling of finger-pads - barring the lines of gooseflesh and hairs in their wake, but those were not new. For an alternative purpose or not, contact from his lover was always going to reap the same welcomed response.

“It would not be all of them,” the librarian’s mouth twitched in what might have been an attempted smile, though too fraught with strain to quite reach the accurate contour of one, “I would truly look as if I belonged on the back of your bike in that case.” dark gaze dropped then, own hand brushing absently over the jagged crescent covering ribcage and side, “Just a few. Of the larger ones, if you are willing.”

“I’d do all of them if you wanted.” Each raised piece of skin criss crossing Risk’s body told a story, was a testament to his will to survive and he supposed unlike others he loved them. Of course if it was within his power he’d travel back in time to spare him the pain wrought by each one and yet given an opportunity now to construct a new sort of meaning out the marks he jumped at the chance. 

Eyes raised from where his thumb traced one of the largest scars once more with a gentleness that bordered on reverence, he favored the other man with a faint smile, the curl of his lips suggesting he held onto a secret. “If that’s all I’ve already gotten started on a few sketches if you want to take a look. It’s been my procrastination technique for the last few weeks or so.” 

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@exhaustence

Bucky sighed dramatically. “He doesn’t have a lady friend? A sister? A brother, even?” But then he shrugged, smiling, a slightly tired look in his eyes. “I’m willing to wait to see who comes my way in this life. I’ve waited this long, so I suppose a little longer won’t kill me.” Bucky’s strange modern existence, his metal arm, and his past, were all proof of him beating some weird odds, and so he thought, To hell with it. This’ll sort itself out later on.

“We can go now. No one’s waiting on me except the future, and that meeting is inevitable.”

A long inhale served as an answer for a moment as the realization he never entirely explained the circumstances surrounding certain events of the recent past came to light. “Not a sister, but a brother…had a brother. It’s, uh, a tough subject Buck. It’s the reason Thor and I met though no for positive reasons. Anyway, it's not something we should talk about in public.” For all Loki had done, the things he knew and didn’t, he empathized with Thor’s pain despite having lukewarm feelings for the other Asgardian at best. 

“Alright, any idea on where you would want to go?”

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The phone rang enough times to make the soldier run his hand across his thigh to wick away the sweat on his palm, all bravery seemingly lost the moment the dial tone was in his ear. More than five years removed from his smaller body and having nothing more than something casual in mind hasn’t done anything to change his expectations about how these situations will go.

“Donna? It’s Steve...Rogers. I was wondering if there is a certain protocol about how to convince someone into seeing a musical with them after they said they would? I may have missed the new etiquette lesson since the 1940′s.”