pre-serum Steve : I don't need a lighter to burn things down
pre-serum Steve : all I need are these two hands and a lack of responsible supervision
Bucky : *distant screaming in the background*
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pre-serum Steve : I don't need a lighter to burn things down
pre-serum Steve : all I need are these two hands and a lack of responsible supervision
Bucky : *distant screaming in the background*
Enjoy this absolute crack
Steve: mama taught me better than to steal
Bucky *finds something Tony's in Steve's pocket*: oh yeah?
Steve: never said I learned
Bucky Barnes be like:
y’all know that john mulaney thing where he’s talking about that old gay dude who’s like “I just want to sit here and feed my birds”? bc if that ain’t Bucky in Wakanda w his goats, I’m not sure what is
Steve: did you just flirt with me?
Bucky: have been for the past 100 years but thanks for noticing
Do you ever think about how every time Steve is happy, or at peace, his whole world is ripped apart and thrown away? That every time Bucky is taken away from him he loses his shit and it is absolutely terrifying? That Steve Rogers has never been happy, or at peace without Bucky, and that every time he finds it, he somehow always loses it in the end? About how Steve's whole life is one tragic mess, where the only source of positivity, hope, and happiness is James Buchanan Barnes, and every time he's threatened, Steve does everything in his power to protect? And how people still blame and point fingers at Steve for acting the way he did in Civil War.
Because I do, I think about it a lot. And that shit
fucking hurts.
Steve: I'm off to a meeting
Bucky: Forgetting something?
Steve: oh yea! [Kisses Bucky on the forehead]
Bucky: I meant your wallet
Bucky [mumbles]: but thank you
Steve: [fixing his motorcycle]
Steve: could you give me a hand?
Bucky: sure
Bucky:[grabs Steve's hand and holds it]
Steve: you're cute but that not what I meant