āWe gotta talk about it, Steve.ā Screw Bucky and his innate ability to pick up on Steveās avoidance.
He nods and picks up his sketchbook again. If they have to talk about it, heāll at least make a live subject out of Bucky while they do. He knows heās earned that. Plus, if he plays his cards right, he can capture him in the throes of passion, utterly bathing in quietly repressed rage. Itās a side of him that he doesnāt often see, and has never gotten to draw, but the fact that this side of him exists in the first place means itās something that Steve must commit to paper memory. He wants Bucky in his multitudes, at his ugliest, his meanest, tucked between cardboard covers forever. A drawing of Bucky angry is documented proof of his personhood, and he isnāt certain why it feels sacred to record this, but it is. Bucky has his scripture, Steve has his.
From: One Week Passes, A Century Disappears, Chapter 5
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