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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:Thor is often the first to wake, rousing with the sunrise. He has a solid sleeping schedule that he’s kept for the majority of his long life. Whilst Bucky’s sleeping pattern is much more erratic. But Thor has an uncanny habit of rousing whenever Bucky is particularly unsettled.
Who’s the one to make breakfast:Usually, they cook together – it’s a lot of food to cook in order to feed them both (moreso the thunder god). Breakfast is pretty basic with eggs, toast, bacon and sausages. It’s simple but tasty enough for them.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:Thor enjoys spoiling his partner, especially if they’re stressed or perturbed. Anytime Bucky has a hard day, he can expect breakfast in bed the next morning.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:It doesn’t need to be a suggestion, it’s just what they do.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:Bucky – and how he tempts Thor. But Thor never agrees. There’s so much to be done.
Who chooses the movies:Thor drags Bucky to come with him to the movies – always delighting in a good story, and it’s a new medium to him. It’s a way he destresses. Thankfully, their taste in movies is similar. Though Thor is so boisterous and enthusiastic, it’s difficult to argue with him when his mind is set.
Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:They’re both guilty of this, but Thor will often initiate it. The films rarely reach Thor’s high standard of narratives. Midway, he becomes bored and so focuses his attention on Bucky.
Who orders lunch:Bucky. Thor makes ordering far too complicated when he doesn’t understand the food on the menu.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:Bucky steals from Thor’s plate, knowing how it displeases Thor but also knowing he’s one of the very few that can get away with it.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:It’s rare either of them feels properly full. It’s more a feeling of contentment after a good, filling meal and being in each others company. Bucky has a way of fitting perfectly against his side. They both eventually fall asleep.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:That’s also rare – their work is primarily in the field (unless Thor brings Bucky to Asgard), but they’re both terribly needy if one isn’t paying attention to them. Distractions can range from throwing things at them, nagging for them to come join them on the couch, or the very effective sexual advances.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:Thor, after Bucky introduces ice cream to him. There are so many more flavours to try.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:Also Thor – he takes pictures of Bucky when he’s feeling especially happy. They all become his backgrounds.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:Bucky. It then becomes a rather explicit conversation.
Who cooks dinner:Again, they cook together – attempting more intricate meals, trying to expand their limited cooking talents.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:Neither of them wants to clean. They’d rather do anything else. There’s often a pile of dirty dishes in their sink. Though, Thor isn’t accustomed to things remaining dirty – he’s used to servants cleaning up after him. The sight begins to irk him and he’ll eventually begin cleaning… Or convince Bucky to do it.
Who stays up until 2 reading:Bucky can, when he’s suffering from insomnia or one of the nights Thor’s snoring after a particularly exhausting day.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:Again, when Bucky struggles to sleep. Though when he stares too long, it rouses Thor who either peeks open an eye at him or simply comments on his staring without opening his eyes.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep:They’re both guilty of this.
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He knew the sounds of men. Steve had heard them before and he'd followed them. It should have been from a distance, but Steve had never really been very good at 'should have beens' when something needed to be done. And Steve needed to know. For so many reasons, he needed to know, and when he'd finally spotted another sign of them -- men, he'd followed after them. Watching, waiting, curious and thoughtful. Interested. Interest swiftly turned to confusion and confusion had turned to disgust. He'd watched them drop a man into the water like he was nothing, had known from there that he wasn’t lost. But, they'd been so willing to lose him. He heard the sounds of laughter, knew from watching so many that it was something funny, There was anger as he dove down below, water sluicing over him, around him as he cut through. It was simply movement for him, eyes sharp as he slide through the dark.
The skies above the water were darkening, night and the weather working together, angry perhaps for the horror of some who'd cut away whatever was left of their human souls. Steve didn't know why and he didn't care. His only thoughts were for the man. And he saw him, clear and brilliant beneath the water, saw the trails of blood moving through the salt water. And it should sting -- Steve knew that, knew that it should burn and make the man thrash. But, he was so still and that was wrong. There was so much that was wrong, and his touch gentled as he tried to hold on.
Steve pushed through the water, his arms around the man. And the weight should have hampered him, but he was strong, had been stronger since his last season. Steve pushed him up to the surface and, already, he was so far away from the ship that the men could not see him. Most had turned away, though, had lost interest. Steve's jaw tightened and he moved away, moved toward something -- far from the ship, far from where they were turned. He kept moving, keeping the man's face above the water, begging him to keep breathing in a voice that was too quiet above the surface, too different below. It took a long time, longer than he would have liked, and even his strength was tested as he kept this man's face above the water, watching worriedly to make sure his breaths continued to come.
The shore of the beach was where things became difficult for Steve, but he managed, using the strong muscles in his tail to push him up and out of the water. He tugged the man with him and laid him flat, stopping only when the waves could reach just to his calves on their highest reach. His hand dropped to the man's face, fingers tracing his jaw, and he watched as the dark faded away, as light started to come enough for him to really see him above the water. And he was beautiful. If Steve knew nothing else, he knew that the man was beautiful. But, he did know more, and he knew that he hadn't deserved anything he'd endured. His hand moved over the man's chest, splaying out wide, fanning and covering, testing, touching, feeling the rise and the fall. His hair, already drying from the rising sun, turned gold in the light and Steve shivered at the unfamiliar feel of it. He hummed, a low note, and tapped at the man's chest. He should turn around; he knew that. He should swim away. And yet, he didn't.
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The rain didn’t seem to want to stop.
Didn’t matter much. Not to him. He was used to this sort of thing, so as soon as it’d started four hours prior, he’d lifted the hood of his windbreaking jacket over his head and kept trudging on, no more than clothes and a pack on his shoulder, down the long highway. He’d lucked out so far-- being on foot here was illegal, and he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just dive into the bushes on the steep, dangerous shoulder to avoid a cop car.
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“ShiT--”
The exclamation came sharply with the whoosh and pale thud of cushion throw blanket discarded to the floor with the almost gentle impact.
The day had been long, shadows of the evening stretching across Powell’s lavish living room. Clint disliked the man for much better reasons, but he’d gone to great lengths to devoid his home of anything remotely interesting like television sets or even radios. Fortunately.. there was always Bucky.
Powell had really screwed himself over in that regard. If he had any idea that there was something blossoming between his criminal nephew and employee, he’d only made it more certain by doing his damnedest to bore the hell out of Clint.
He’d left Bucky to one of his tasks an hour before, retreating to the living room to rest (he enjoyed being there when Powell arrived from a long day, in plain sight and clearly living up his extravagant imprisonment), and had fallen asleep when the other man’s cheerful voice struck him as quickly as the weight did. They’d grown more silly with one another over the past months of his sentence, like children with crushes in a schoolyard, playing games and launching surprises as though they weren’t anything like adults.
Clint barely woke in time to prepare himself and Bucky landed squarely on him; a hand gripping the edge of the thin, expensive lounge couch just barely prevented them from toppling onto the area rug below.
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It was hard to tell how many days had already passed without having much access to daylight. Steve had been counting the meals they he had been given but he wouldn’t be suprised if they had forgotten about him a few times.
If they gave him three meals a day the Asset would’ve been gone for five days now...that wasn’t exactly something good. The highest they’ve been apart by now had been three days and they had told Steve before he left that it would take this long! What if something went wrong? Would he leave Steve here as soon as he had a chance to flee? Would he even consider fleeing? Steve had seen him after they put him in that chair...broken wouldn’t even describe what they did to him.
If he had died on that mission Steve was sure they would’ve already shot him the second they found out. And if he had messed up something...Steve would probably be in a lot of pain by now. But what if they wanted the Asset to return first? Put Steve in the chair and make him see it? It happened once before. The blonde had no idea how the other had survived it so many times.
Steve was sitting on their bed, hugging his knees. If he wouldn’t be worried so much he would be incredibly bored. Steve had spent the last nights huddled in their thin blanket, trying to ignore how cold his feet got. Everytime he had woken he had hoped to find someone curled around him but...nothing. The guards wouldn’t asnwer any of his questions. Steve wasnt even sure if all of them could understand english and his russian wasn’t even close to good.
His head jerked up when he heard confident footsteps on the floor. It couldn’t be time to eat yet again so Steve assumed the worst. He got up from where he had sat and focused on the metal door. He wouldn’t go down without a fight although he wouldn’t be able to do much when they came to him with a gun. The rustling of keys could be heard before the heavy door got opened with a shriek. The guard ignored him like most of the time and just grabbed the empty plate and the pile of worn clothes from the past day. A good thing about all this...whatever this institution was, was that they kept everything clean and sterile.
A sigh of relieve escaped Steve’s throat when he recognized the figure that got shoved into the room. They had already undressed him from all his armour and the bulletproof vest. He looked so much younger without the mask. As soon as the door moved to be closed, Steve stepped near enough to put his hand on the other’s cheek. “Hey..” he breathed. “Where have you been?”
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Bucky had done everything he could to stay awake, desperate for Peter to come home for snuggles but the man never arrived. He did sometimes work super late and Bucky usually ended up in the small bed Peter had very kindly provided for him. Tonight however, he had settled on Peter’s own bed in the hope that it would somehow draw Peter home to him. It didn’t work of course and Bucky had gone from awake and alert nestled between the pillows to down between them and then finally, accidentally, curled up fast asleep on the pillow.
Peter hadn’t meant to be stuck out so late, but apparently every criminal in New York decided to make tonight their playtime. He doesn’t notice anything amiss when he glances in his window before crawling through in full spidey gear. That’s when he sees Bucky on the bed, dropping to the floor quickly before realizing the man was asleep. He doesn’t risk getting up, moving around on the floor until he can grab some sweats that’d he’d left on the floor that morning. Running into the bathroom to change, Peter stuffs the suit back into his closet before heading over to the bed to look down at the man sleeping in it. A soft smile crosses his featured, leaning forward and reaching out to brush bangs out of Bucky’s face before gently sliding under the covers next to him. He falls asleep with his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.