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желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question. | печь There will always be a lie in believe. |
один Whatever is static is dead. | рассвет The world is too quiet. |
желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question. | печь There will always be a lie in believe. |
один Whatever is static is dead. | рассвет The world is too quiet. |
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Sam huffs out a chuckle as he squeezes Bucky's hand, thumb stroking over the back of his knuckles. ]
( It's not gonna change. Trust me, sunshine, there's nothing in the world that'll ever stop me from putting feathers in your hair and hiding glitter in your clothes whenever I feel like. Someone's gotta be here to sass the hell out of your dumb ass and argue about shit with you. ) [ He shrugs one shoulder. ] ( It's just about learning preferences. You like hot dogs and mojitos and you hate soup and don't like your face touched without warning. I like steak and wine and I hate lilac and can't sleep without someone I trust there. )
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The last few words of Sam's reply catch on something, though, and Bucky furrows his brow again. In the pet shop, Sam didn't seem to have many issues sleeping in the studio while Bucky was there. On the Station, Sam had mentioned a hanger he'd set up shop in with Clint, but in the pet shop it was just him and Bucky.]
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He quirks a little smile when he picks up on where Bucky's thoughts are going, shooting him a look. ]
( I'm pretty sure the conclusion from that is obvious, man. )
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Sam trusts him.
He blinks at Sam, unbelieving. Of course, he trusts Sam but, to have that trust reciprocated seems impossible to him.]
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( You want me to tell you why? )
[ It's half teasing, but mostly, he means it. They've got a... complicated history, and he doubts it's easy for Bucky to see himself as someone worth trusting. ]
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So, Bucky nods, still unsure of what Sam might say.]
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[ And he didn't get a knife in the back, which might be low standards as far as trusting someone goes, but that was about where he was at with Bucky then. ]
( You had my back when we were fighting the spider guy, and you didn't have to. You let me in since we've been here, and you didn't have to do that either. When I gave you the coin - you brought me a new one, man, you know how many people would've picked up that I used it a lot and maybe still needed one? I know the lengths you're willing to go to keep me safe; just because I don't like them and I don't agree with them doesn't mean I haven't noticed and appreciated the thought behind it. Yeah, the Soldier's a part of you even though it's not who you are anymore, but we know what makes it come out, and we know how to stop it. You and me, we're stronger together. And it's- )
[ He cuts off, running a hand over his jaw and focusing briefly on their joined hands. ]
( Instinct. I know you'd never hurt me if you could help it. Your reflexes are good, your senses are awesome. After the Raft, I - well, I don't feel like I gotta stay awake to listen to footsteps when I'm with you. )
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Bucky doesn't like thinking about that last part.
When Sam focuses on their hands, Bucky follows and grounds himself in the coarse palms pressed against his own. They do make a pretty decent team, not only back then but here on the Station as well. If Bucky had his choice, he'd pick Sam for his team any day, even when they're fighting. The last thing he wants is to hurt Sam, so Sam isn't wrong about that point.
Trusting himself to not hurt Sam is a different story, despite their new knowledge into the source of the Soldier's multiple appearances on the Station.
Bucky nods, heart in his throat. It's a lot to unpack, including his own feelings. Sam trusts him enough to sleep soundly at night, knowing that Bucky would wake him if he heard anything. That's a whole hell of a lot.]
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They've already had the argument about how none of that is Bucky's fault, though, even if Sam's not sure it actually stuck in there. He'll bring it up again later, maybe, but not right now.
He's dropped enough of his problems on Bucky for one night. Hell, he's dropped enough period, he knows all of that is gonna be a lot to unpack.
Sam loosens his grip a little, shifting his hand back just enough that though their fingers are still laced together, he can run his thumb over Bucky's palm, tracing the lines in his skin. ]
( So yeah, I trust you. And I trust that you're gonna appreciate the pitcher of mojitos I ordered for you. )
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( Yeah, I do, )
[No sooner has he thought it than the bartender makes its way over, pitcher and glasses in tow. It's quite a generous pitcher, too, much larger than Bucky anticipated. All for them.]
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He backs off it for now, giving Bucky's hand a small squeeze at that smile. Then he lets go so he can pour them both a glass from the pitcher, even though he's not quite done with his yet. He shoots a teasing grin at Bucky. ]
( Better grab one now, before you drink it all like my last cocktail. )
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( So how do I challenge you? ) [He digs into his pocket for the challenge coin before he starts into his drink. ]
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Sam chuckles as he pulls out the coin Bucky'd given him, twisting it between his fingers while he holds it up. ]
( Flash it like this, but you gotta catch me when I'm without it. Which is pretty much just in the shower and when I'm in bed, so you might be outta luck for a while, sunshine. If you challenge me while I've got it, you're the one that owes me a drink. )
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Just as his throat begins to clam up he brushes off the emotions prickling his eyes.]
( How about I don't steal your drink. )
I SOMEHOW DIDN'T SEE THIS holy crap i'm sorry
For now. ]
( You sure as hell better not when you got a whole pitcher for yourself. I mean, assuming you can handle it all. )
[ Because what better way to steer the topic away from how much they mean to each other than by teasing the hell out of him for no reason? ]
it's ok!
The pleasant humming in in his veins returns as he sips on his new beverage.]
( You saying I can't? )
<3
He hums thoughtfully as he pretends to consider that, then shoots Bucky a little smirk, eyes warm and playful. ]
( Kinda sounds like I am, doesn't it? )
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( Sounds like a challenge. )
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( I look like the kind of guy who'd go and make a challenge like that? ) [ Yes, Sam. Yes you do. ] ( What're you gonna do with it? )
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God bless those super-soldier lungs. When he finishes, though, a hiccup slips out of his lips and half a chuckle follows. Okay, not the best idea around.]no subject
( Look at you, sunshine, how you feeling? )
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( Warm. ) [For a guy who spent decades frozen in Siberia, being warm is a hell of a lot.]
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( Warm's a good look on you. ) [ Warm's a pretty good feel on him, too, seeing as Sam's getting some of that through bleedover, and he takes a long swallow of his own drink. ] ( If it was up to me you'd feel warm all the time. )
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( Yeah? )
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( Hell yeah. Not sure which one you're asking about, but that's my answer for both. You're sunshine, only seems fair. ) [ There's the tiniest pause, then Sam grins again. ] ( See, and now I'm about one drink away from singing that. )
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