space0bongo replied to your post “RelenaFanel and a Writing Update”
Can we have a preview...pretty please?
Sure! If I had it more together with tagging, I would be able to direct you to the previews I've already posted as well.
"You remember my cousin Steve," Brianna mentioned, grinning over the large dinner table at Bucky. It was obvious that she was proud he was her cousin, but Bucky didn’t think that was the reason she looked directly in Bucky’s direction. "The rest of you, this is my friend Becca and her brother Bucky. Both nicknames, their parents aren't sadists."
Bucky should have noticed that this was more of a family event, and when Brianna said friends and family, Becca was the promised friend. His sister had told him this would be less awkward, but sitting around the family supper table, Bucky felt acutely aware that he was the outsider. Things like that hadn’t bothered him, still didn’t on a large scale, truth be told, but it did bother him to be sitting at a table with the guy he ran at least one blog about (that he would admit to, under duress) and family members.
Why would Becca do this to him? Speaking of sadists…
"No, but someone in the family is," Bucky muttered darkly. Becca kicked him under the table, like the brat she was, while Steve stared at him from across it. If Bucky had known that supper was going to have him sitting across from Steve, he would have made a bit more effort with his appearance. He wanted to give Steve something to appreciate if he was forced to stare at Bucky all night.
For some reason he thought that Steve might already see plenty, and it was freaking him out a little bit.
(a lot).
“I enjoy your work,” Rebecca said, grinning. It was very smooth of her, but then Rebecca wasn’t the one in too deep. Rebecca wasn't the one who jerked off every night thinking of Captain America getting fucked by Howard Stark (and maybe occasionally gang-banged by the Howling Commandos).
Fuck his life.
Becca wasn't the one who had just learned that Steve Rogers knew her in ways that a stranger shouldn't.
No, seriously. Fuck his life.
Bucky didn’t say anything to Steve.
There weren't even words for the type of enjoyment he took from Steve's work. Not ones that should be said out loud, anyway.
"How about you, Bucky? Have you watched The Howling Commandos?" Brianna asked.
Steve gave Bucky an adorably shy glance, curious and tempered with uncertainty. It was obvious that Brianna had asked because she knew it was something Steve wanted to know.
"Yeah," Bucky answered, not really sure what to say. His heart was beating rapidly, not because Steve Rogers was the star of his favorite television show, but because Steve was really earnest and adorable, and hella dateable.
Hella dateable? What had his life become?
And Steve knew him. It was a potent combination.
Becca kicked him again, probably because he was staring back at Steve and they were having a blinking contest across the table, except that when two people who were (possibly) into one another stared at each other across the table for an extended period, it wasn’t considered a blinking contest.
It was something else entirely.
