#thepriceswepaid

[cap-steven-grant-rogers]

Steve had been away for a long time. He had lost track of the months he had been without Bucky. When Elaine fired him and said that her son was better off without him as Bucky’s bodyguard, Steve hated her for that. Bucky was vulnerable with parents like Elaine and Bud, and no one saw it. Only Margaret knew it. When Steve was with him Bucky was clean and healthy. God knows what condition he was in since he’d been gone. 

Pulling up on his Harley, Steve tried to be quiet. Coming back was a big risk. He didn’t care. Bucky was worth it. Getting off his bike, Steve used the keys he still had. He was surprised they didn’t change the code. Moving up through the house he headed for Bucky’s room. Going quietly up the back stairs, Steve entered Bucky’s room and then froze. Lying on the floor was Bucky. He looked to be either passed out or....no no he couldn’t think like that. 

“BUCKY!” 

Steve ran over and cradled Bucky’s head in his lap. Tears filled his eyes. “Bucky...wake up.” 

[cap-steven-grant-rogers]

First Impressions

The hot summer sun beat down on Steve as he moved the paint brush up and down over the side of the house. The muscles of his broad back and chest were glistening with sweat as his paint spattered cargo pants were hanging loose off his hips. He already had a tan going but because of his Irish genes there was a touch of sunburn as well. His blonde hair was slicked back with sweat and he wiped the sweat out of his eyes with a red bandanna. 

He was thankful for this job. Life as a struggling artist was not going according to plan. The last painting he sold was almost a year ago. Because of that he got a job painting houses and it paid the bills and rent. Yet it didn’t leave much time to work on his art. But hey at least he was painting. 

Just then Steve heard a splash and he turned to look. Coming out of the pool was the most gorgeous man Steve had ever seen. His skin was colored from beautiful tattoos and there were piercings as well. Steve’s eyes widened and as he wasn’t paying attention to the paint, some dripped onto his abs. “Fuck me...” He muttered under his breath.

[skinnybrooklynxpunk]

“You are my sunshine” {thepriceswepaid}

{ thepriceswepaid} [Carter]

Steve was running, his lungs burning.  He couldn't give a rats ass if he dropped over dead. the blond was frantic to get over to Carter…. The brunet had been launched into a stone wall. Steve heard the crack as Carter impacted. 

Steve kneeled when he got close the jockey noticed the blood, his lungs constricted as he reached for Carter’s hand.

“Carter?.” 

no response. 

“Hey Carter, this ain’t funny.”

Still nothing, Steve felt tears falling, he was shaking so hard.

“Carter…. please… Don’t leave me….” he lightly touched the Baizen’s cheek.

“I love you please….” Steve admitted 

[cap-steven-grant-rogers]

Heeyy, I like the new uniform design! The abs window is perfect!

Steve starts laughing. “Like that do ya?” He can’t help but snicker again. “It was hot where the mission was and I just took off the lower piece of the uniform. I think Bucky would freak out if I left myself that unprotected during a mission. You don’t want to see a freaked out Bucky, trust me. I don’t want to see a freaked out Bucky, especially when I’m the one who will get punished.”

[ofcateyes-a-blog]

[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. {thepriceswepaid}

[text] yeah, I understand that

[text] but what are you planning on doing with it now?

[cap-steven-grant-rogers]

Where There Is A Spark....There Is Fire

Looking around the Grand Ballroom Steve felt like an outsider. Tonight was meant to honor the FDNY and he was a cop. Ok so his partner, Sam, dragged him along because his husband Riley was a fireman and they both thought that Steve needed to get out more. Plus their mutual friend Natasha was a FDNY dispatcher as well. 

Sam was off dancing with Riley and Natasha was off somewhere, which left Steve at the bar. He was downing a whiskey as he tugged at his tie. He wasn’t used to all the fancy events. He was more at home on the streets of Brooklyn, his home turf. Steve took another sip of his drink when Natasha began walking over. 

“Starting early I see?” She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

He turned towards her and smirked. “Don’t you look look like a moving violation?”

“You know if you played for the other team, I might take that as a line. But I don’t have the equipment you’re looking for.” Natasha smirked as she cozied up to the bar next to Steve. 

“Can’t I compliment you on your dress tonight?” Steve asked innocently. 

“Nice try Rogers.” She said wryly. “So find anyone here that turns your eye or your dick hard?” 

Steve sputtered as he took another drink of his whiskey. “Nat!” 

“What? Can’t help you find a hot guy to make all your own?” She bat her lashes at him.

“NO!” Steve protested. “I can’t find a guy on my own, thanks.”

Natasha gave him the REALLY look. “When is the last time you were on a date?” When Steve didn’t answer, she smirked. “Uh huh.”

“I work a lot.” Steve argued. 

“So does everyone in this place. Yet a lot of them are married.” She pointed out. Just then she smirked as she nudged Steve and nodded towards a guy walking towards them. “Now here is a guy for you. He’s charming, smart, funny, a little bit of a bad boy and look at him, he’s gorgeous.”

Steve whipped around to see the guy walking towards them. Natasha wasn’t wrong, the guy was gorgeous. But usually guys like that were too good to be true. “Nat come on, how do we even know he’d be interested. He probably has a wife or a girlfriend.”

“Trust me, he doesn’t.” Natasha smirked. She raised her hand and waved. “Hey Bucky!”

[clintbxrton-a]

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