#nopowersca

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It's Steve's second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.

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While Bucky went to the army and learned to handle over a hundred different weapons, Steve Rogers grew up and out, and apparently became the best damn grifter in the game.

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Steve's rarely been touched in a way that didn't equate to some kind of hurt. The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child. The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother, weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away from, something he told himself he just didn't want.

Except...he did. He just didn't know how.

Until he finds a flyer for a local "affection and intimacy services" program.

In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.

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Steve completely loses his train of thought as the front door slams shut behind him and a deep voice says, “Freeze, NYPD!” A few people squeal, startled at being barged in on. Steve and Sam turn round in perfect synchronisation to see a young police officer standing in the lobby, holding up his badge for everyone to see. He’s tall and strapping and - well. Good-looking’s an understatement. “OK, where’s the host of this party?” he asks with the same clunky delivery, like a bad actor stumbling through his lines. “Damn. I can’t believe we’re gonna get busted before the stripper gets here,” mutters Sam, rolling his eyes in mild annoyance, as if the parties he goes to get broken up by police on a regular basis. “Wait...” Steve feels ridiculous, but there’s actually a blush threatening to start creeping up his neck. He’s heard about this kind of thing, but he never thought... “Sam, I think that /is/ the stripper."

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Bucky gets rescued by some guy named Steve Rogers when some Hydra skinheads attack him in an alley. He has the idea that he’ll have something sane in his life for once when they decide to go on a date, but then he learns that the guy he wants to date works for a secret organization named Shield and that Hydra aren’t just lame skinheads that try to beat up punks.

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“So, sugar, are you rationed?”

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Bucky Barnes works at Lucky Leo’s, a 40’s-themed diner in Brooklyn, and he hasn’t seen Steve Rogers for nine years. When they meet again, Bucky barely recognizes the guy who used to be his best friend.