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But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

AKA In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

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Steve steps back into the car and closes the door, lips still tingling.

“You don’t like blondes,” Bucky says.

Sam chokes.

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There's a house in Bar Harbor, Maine.

It needs a lot of work, but so do the men who live in it.

(Steve and Bucky run away together, and Bucky relearns how to be a person. There is hurt, comfort, sex, love, friendship, and the reclaiming of the trigger words Hydra programmed him with. The Avengers reconcile, but nobody asks Steve to come back. Leave them to retirement in peace.)

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Steve Rogers lets his hair down.

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“You said that voicing opinions is a good thing. So. My opinion is that you’re hot as fuck and I wanna do all sorts of things to you. Deal with it.” - The Winter Soldier didn't need any social filters, so why should Bucky have them? Steve... deals with it. Sort of. 

Written for this capkink prompt:

"Bucky still hasn't gotten used to social norms. So whenever something dirty about Steve pops into his mind he casually tells Steve about it. This means that Bucky will just tell Steve everything he wants to do to him in front of the Avengers like it's no big deal."

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Historians.

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“What makes you happy?” Sam asked, looking him in the eye, smiling a little.

'Bucky does,' Steve thinks a little desperately. Bucky didn’t make him happy either though, that was the thing. All of the happiest moments of his life, all of the best decisions, Bucky had been at the center of almost all of them. He was making himself sick with thinking about Bucky now, though. Sick with grief, sick with ‘what-ifs’. Thinking of Bucky made him want to cry on a good day, and made him want to disappear into thin air on a bad day.

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Steve wishes he could be dealing with this future he's been put into, and the dreams he's been having, better than he has been. It's just that he left everything that meant anything to him in the past.

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Steve lives in Stark Tower and doesn't have much to do when he's not going after Hydra strongholds. He attends charity events to make Pepper happy. He goes hiking with Sam. He hangs out with Clint in Bed-Stuy and watches Dog Cops. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it's real or if he's starting to lose his mind.

Alternately, the one with terrible jokes, a foot chase through the Lower East Side, and a tiny little robot named Shitcan.