What's your take on Stucky now after endgame? I thought Steve went back, has his dance and kiss and realised "huh just friends" with Peggy and went off saved Bucky and married him... cause when Sam asks to tell him about her all we get is "No I don't think I will" *smirk*... would you kindly go off on that? :p
This is…not quite what we discussed in the message, but it’s what came out so…
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Bucky watches Steve disappear and tries to ignore the way it feels like he’s dying. Worse than cryo, worse than having his arm amputated while being conscious, worse than - worse than anything. He swallows against the pain and the tears threatening to spill, and turns away.
Sam doesn’t know yet. He’ll suffer enough without having to shoulder Bucky’s mess of emotions and unrequited love.
It’s okay, he tells himself. It’s not like he didn’t know - he’d known he could never be enough. Peggy is what Steve always wanted, and she’s what he deserves - if she still loves him and - well. Steve deserves to be happy.
There’s a quiet pop, and then Sam’s cheerful “That was quick! Everything go according to plan?”
and he can’t-
he can’t-
He turns around, and there he is, in all his glory, still as beautiful and youthful as ever. Bucky watches, kind of numb, as Steve claps Sam on the shoulder and then and then ambles towards him, wrapping him in a hug that he returns on autopilot, choking down his sobs.
“Buck?” Steve asks, noticing the way he trembles.
Bucky clears his throat, tries not to hold Steve too tight, too desperately. “Didn’t think you’d come back.”
Steve stills. “Why’d you think that?”
“How’s Peggy doing?” Bucky asks instead of answering. Really, it’s enough of an answer.
He can feel the moment the implication sinks in. Steve draws back a little, so that he can look him in the face, and smiles. “She’s good. Real good, just like the kids. She sends her love.”
“Does she now.”
“Yeah.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, which is reddening slightly. “Sends her condolences as well, on account that you will now have to suffer my awful dancing skills.”
Bucky makes a strangled sound, half-crazed laugh, half-sob.
“Come on, Buck, you didn’t think I’d leave you here, did you?”
“’Course not,” he mumbles, but he can’t look at Steve, his eyes burning.
“Hey!” There’s a finger under his chin, soft but insistent, tilting his face until he stares into Steve’s eyes. They’re very blue, and very clear, and very – adoring? “I don’t wanna be anywhere but here, right now, with you. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” Bucky croaks, and maybe, for the first time, he believes it.
