Bucky's smile turned slightly bashful when he took the record and saw what the first song listed was. Yes, he remembered it. Just like he remembered spinning her around to it and trying, and failing, to get up the guts to kiss her that night. But, as always, he didn't, too scared of her not feeling the same and ruining their friendship. Because Bucky would rather be stuck as her friend than lose her.
But Bucky also remembered how light he used to be. He would laugh and joke easily, and he would do anything to see his best friend's smile, like singing a song terribly while spinning her on the boardwalk. He knew he was a terrible singer, but he also knew he meant the words he sang that night.
Crouching beside the record player, Bucky carefully pulled the disc from the sleeve and placed it on the turntable. After placing the needle on the record, Bucky stood up and held a hand out to Steph. "Wanna be my first dance in seventy years?"
Steph's blush grew just a tad darker at Bucky's invitation. She reached down to smooth the folds of her skirt only to realize she was wearing a large shirt for a dress, which did not help tame her blush.
"I'm still no good at it," she mumbled, but of course she took his hand. He'd always been the better dancer. He had women asking him whenever he took her to the dancehalls, which made her huff and grumble because rude, even if he never took up any of the offers. Most days she'd thought he was just being a good friend. Most days she'd thought she was holding him back from finding the woman who would truly make him happy.
As he pulled her close, she realized her line of sight in relation to his body had shifted. Frowning slightly, she looked up at him. "Did you grow taller?"
Bucky wasn't exactly dressed to the nines either. He thought she looked adorable in her makeshift shirt dress, while he was in some pajama pants and a Henley shirt.
"I never cared if you were good or not, did I?" he asked as he pulled her close and looked down at her. "I just wanted to dance with you was all." Especially the slow dances, the ones that made it easier to stay as close as he could to her. "Besides, I'm probably not any good anymore anyway."
But he chuckled softly when she asked if he had grown, his own cheeks going a bit red. "Uh, yeah. The serum pushed me up to an even 6'," he answered with the shrug of one shoulder. Honestly, he'd never been around Steph when he had a serum, and she didn't, but he had already noticed just how extra small she seemed beside him.
He liked Steph small, though. He also liked her tall and curvy, but he often still found himself thinking of Steph as the tiny but fiery girl from Brooklyn who took no shit from anyone.
"I never cared if you were good or not. I just wanted to dance with you was all," Steph parrotted with a cheeky grin. Which was true. She liked the slow dances especially, because she could close her eyes and pretend they had a happy ending in their cards. At 17, she'd been convinced that Bucky had just yet to meet the love of his life, and that there were far better women outside of their high school and their little corner of New York.
At 23, she had begun to hope that she had a chance, unless her illnesses took a turn for the worse; she was not going to subject him to a lifetime of caretaking and rob him of his happiness and his dreams. But it was 1941, and in December the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. She was there when he tore open the envelope that held his draft notice. She was there when he boarded the ship that would take him to England, and then to the front lines. She realized then that they would never be together. He hadn't asked her to marry him or made any mention of having any feelings for her. But she'd promised she would be there for him, and if the end of the line was a warzone, then so be it.
Now it looked like the end of the line was the 21st century.
"Oh, good. You can get the stuff from the top shelves and cupboards for me now," she teased, only to realize a moment later that they were going to be living together. Even if it would only be temporary, it was something she'd always liked imagining.
"What? I did!" Bucky rolled his eyes, but he was chuckling softly anyway as he swayed with her. "I didn't think you saw me that way, so it was an excuse to... you know. Hold you close like this." He was always finding excuses to touch her. Whether it was giving her his hand to help her up, draping an arm around her shoulders, placing a hand on her back, or anything he could justify. And it seemed he was still that way.
"I know, I know. Reaching things is the real reason you kept me around. Maybe instead of getting it for you, I'll just hold you up to it to get it yourself," he teased a bit as he moved his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear again. Yeah, he was definitely still taking excuses to do things like that. "I could always pick you up before, but the serum made me stronger, too. And faster." Among other things. He healed faster, didn't get tired as easily, and had better reflexes. If it weren't for the torture and mind control, he might not mind it. But he still didn't think it was a fair trade.
"It was for me too," Steph admitted quietly, for a moment leaning in even closer to bury her reddening face into Bucky's chest. Which she somehow thought was less embarrassing until she did it, so she pulled back again just as he teased her about holding her up to get things. She made a face, but she wasn't really upset by it. She secretly liked all that touching.
"This is all you, though," she complimented earnestly. "Dancing." A beat, and then: "Just stick to that though. You can't draw shit." As his best and oldest friend, she was obligated to still be a little punk every now and then.
Then something in the song took hold of her and she was serious again. "I really missed you, Buck. I wrote you so many letters..." So, so many, even if it hadn't been all that long since he left for England. Her letters might not even have made it to him yet. "The girls back home keep saying awful things about the war, and I've been so worriedโ" Worried that he would get captured and tortured for information. Worried that he would die. Worried that he would find someone else. Worried that he would forget her.
"Yeah, I was never good at art," was well aware of that fact. He had many flaws, but didn't have many skills that didn't involve violence. "Or singing. Or music." He used to be able to dance, but anything else considered somewhat artistic was beyond him. Maybe writing, but he was only so-so at that.
"God, I missed you, too," he responded simply and honestly, the smile slipping from his face as he looked down into her pretty blue eyes. "I read your letters over and over, and wrote you letters every chance I could get." Hell, he wrote his first letter when he was on the ship, the day after he left New York. Sometimes he would write multiple letters before the mail was sent out again, so he would just fold them up inside the same envelope, each one dated so she could tell which one came first. Sometimes he would write a letter telling her how he felt about her, only to toss it and write it again without that part.
That was something he had wanted to tell her in person.
"I'm pretty sure the guys got sick of hearing me talk about this amazing girl back home. They probably just wanted the war to end so I'd be able to go home and propose already, that way I'd shut up about it." It was only a partial exaggeration. They had to be sick of hearing about her--at least until she showed up over a foot taller and stronger than he ever described. "But, hey, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere until you're the one that's sick of me, alright? I promise."
"You're good at taking care of me." And it felt nice to have someone who did, even if Steph loathed being a burden and often refused any form of help. That never deterred Bucky though. He would show up in her apartment on a freezing winter night and make her something to help with her cold, then climb into bed to keep her warm. She'd pretended to huff and wave him off, saying she was fine, but she would sleep better than she had in days. And that was only one of the many things he'd done for her.
It was easy to forget this Bucky had been through so much more than the one she'd sent off to war not too long ago. At least while in his arms, it didn't make much of a difference. His perspective reminded her of it, though. He'd gotten her letters. More importantly, he wrote back.
"What did they think when she showed up and saved your asses?" she genuinely wondered. "Did they know it was her?" Cap was tall and curvy and impressive, Steph wasn't sure how people other than Bucky would have been able to recognize that she and Steph were the same person.
The wording of his promise made her frown. That... was probably how he saw it, huh. That Cap had grown weary and abandoned him. Steph felt her anger rise again, though it was not directed at him. "I would neverโ" she started, before realizing words were moot; from his point of view, she had. She just squeezed his hand and shoulder, and buried her face into his chest again. "I never wanted you to leave. I never want you to again." Her lip quivered and she bit down on it, willing herself not to cry. "Stay with me this time, Buck. Please."
"I don't know, Steph. Between being out of practice and the... It's called PTSD now, but it used to be shellshock, between those, I might not be good at it anymore." Bucky had always been somewhat natural when it came to taking care of Steph, but there was a chance that it was a skill that had faded over time. Especially since she hadn't needed him to take care of her in years. Instead, he'd been the one who had become a burden. "But I'll try, alright?"
Bucky thought back to the day Steph had shown up and pulled him and the rest of the 107th out of the proverbial fire. He'd been half delirious when she came barging into that room and dragged him off the table, so of course he thought she was a hallucination at first. Maybe one final sight of the woman he loved before whatever they'd injected him with killed him. It wasn't until he understood that she was real that he even realized she'd gotten taller. Bucky just knew it was her, and that was all that mattered.
"They were just happy to get out of there," Bucky said with a sad grin. "Then they gave me hell about how I'd always talk about how adorable you were, all tiny and beautiful, then she went and showed up taller than me. Not everyone knew about the experiment at first. But they kept getting on me about asking her already, but I thought she was interested in... someone else. So I didn't. Then it was too late."
Frowning then, Bucky stopped dancing and pulled Steph over to the couch. Sitting down, he tugged the small woman down into his lap and held her tightly. "Till the end of the line, Steph. You're stuck with me."
That Bucky would try was good enough for her. Steph knew he could do it. She'd believe enough for the both of them.
She snorted when he mentioned that he thought she was interested in someone else. "Like hell I would be." Unless it was him from the future, apparently. Which wouldn't have been all that different if he managed to come home, right? Like it or not, the Bucky she knew had already been taken by the war. She didn't know anyone who came home from the last one unscathed. Even books said so.
That was why she didn't protest when he pulled her to the couch and into his lap. She didn't straddle him, just perched on one leg โ he was so much bigger than her that it was enough room โ then she drew her legs up and curled into him. Cupping his cheek, she smiled. That promise was good enough for her, too. "Good. Or else I'll keep coming back to todayโ" She meant via time travel. "โuntil you stop being a dumbass." It wasn't an empty threat. She had no idea of the logistics yet, but she would figure it out if she had to.
She stared at his face for a moment longer, taking in how much had changed โ and how much hadn't. In a way, he had come home. It just took him several decades.
Then, because only an idiot would waste a second chance, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his mouth, and hoped he wouldn't push her away. She wasn't his Steph, but she loved him just as much, and if he wanted to pretend anyway, then she would let him.
Bucky couldn't help the weak laugh that came out. "Hate to break it to you, Steph, but I think I'm always gonna be a dumbass when it comes to you." Not just in the not-taking-a-chance-when-he-should way, either. He'd always throw himself in the line of fire for her, even when she was more than strong enough to handle herself. Hell, if she hadn't made that first jump during his original rescue, he would have literally jumped off that walkway and into the flames after her. That's what he was prepared to do.
But, thankfully, she made the jump so he didn't have to do that.
Oh, but then she was kissing him for the first time, and while he didn't push her away, he did hesitate out of pure surprise for a second. That didn't last long, however, as the arm around her waist tightened and he leaned into the kiss, his own eyes sliding closed. It was soft and sweet, the first kiss in his life that ever mattered to him, and Bucky loved it just like he loved her. Every version of her.
Steph had longed for that kiss for years. It was as incredible as she'd imagined it would be โ or would have been, as she'd always looked back to that dance on the boardwalk and wished they had kissed. Now she was done wishing.
Eyes still closed, she rested her forehead against his. "I'm sorry she left." It had to be said. She knew Bucky had been hurt by Cap's disappearance into the past, even if he didn't allow himself to feel it. Or maybe just not while Steph was around. But she knew him, and they'd already spent way too long leaving things unsaid. "But I'm not going anywhere, okay? Not without you."
She had no idea how this was going to work. Or if Cap wouldn't just return one day; she'd said in her note that she only wouldn't if she succeeded. What if she failed? What if Bucky was doomed to the same fate during the war no matter how many times Cap tried to change it? Would Steph have to fight herself for him?
... actually, she would. Being the smaller girl had never stopped her before.
Sighing, Bucky kept his own eyes closed as he sat there, as relaxed as he could be with Steph in his lap and his arms around her.
"She thought she was doing the right thing," was how he responded. He almost said the typical, 'It's okay', but that would have been a lie. But maybe in the back of the other Steph's mind, she knew that just leaving him would kill him, and that's why she sent her? Or maybe Bucky was just looking for ways to justify what she did. Ways to make it less awful.
Either way, this Steph was there with him, and she was promising not to abandon him like the other had, even though she didn't know everything he'd been through. It was on the complicated side of things, of course, but Bucky did love her just as much as he loved the other one.
"You sure you wanna stick with me?" he started, pulling back to open his eyes and look at her almost longingly. "I'm old as hell and pretty broken now. I'm not the cheerful young guy you used to know."
"Did you expect us to be young and cheerful forever?" Steph wasn't even someone they called cheerful. She was often angry and had self-deprecating humor; it was only around Bucky that she had any sort of cheer, because with him she could forget how broken she was, even for a little while. "You were fighting in a war, Buck. Something awful like that, it would break anyone."
At least he survived. Her father hadn't.
She let her fingers trail down his cheek to his left shoulder and arm. She couldn't see the metal under the sleeve of his shirt, but it was cold and hard beneath her fingertips. "I love all of you, Buck," she confessed quietly. "And I will love all that you will become. For better or for worse, that's what they say, right?" She blushed again at that, aware that she was quoting wedding vows, but she needed to get her point across.
"I hoped we would." Yes, he knew that was a stupid hope, but that was the dream. That they'd be young and cheerful together forever.
Or, as cheerful as Steph ever got.
"I was hoping to get old with you, at least," he said, bringing his natural hand up to rest gently against her cheek. Thanks to the sensors built into his new arm, he could "feel" her touching it. It was rare for him to be touched with care in the first place, and it almost never happened on his left arm. "I've always loved you for better or worse. Otherwise I wouldn't have saved your punk ass so many times," he teased, trying to lighten things jut slightly. "You were the only one I could ever really see." Okay, maybe that bit wasn't as light.
"I dunno about old, Buck. I'm lucky to make it another year, and lately I've been so... tired." Steph suddenly couldn't look at him, and was running her fingertips further down Bucky's arm until she was actually touching the metal. She hated admitting just how much she struggled with her health conditions, but she'd been particularly poorly as of late. Since he left. She thought about the stories she'd heard about longtime couples dying in succession, the one left behind unable to take it and literally dying of a broken heart. She probably would have, if she'd learned he was captured or killed in action.
Her lips did quirk at his teasing, then she swatted him playfully on the arm. Alas it happened to be a metal arm, so she yelped and hissed as she shook her fingers. What a dumbass.
"You think I had eyes for anyone else? I can only see this close, remember, and you're always in the way," she teased in return.
Brow furrowing, Bucky frowned at Steph then. "Hey, whoa, we don't talk like that, remember?" he asked. He'd hated it when Steph said things like that, even when she was laid up sick in bed over the years. Instead of letting her wallow in that, he always tried to cheer her up or start making plans for when she was healthy again. "You just promised not to leave me. Plus, the doctors now are a hell of a lot better than they used to be. I think at some point I even heard that there's been a couple diseases they've wiped off the planet, or close to it." Because of growing up with a best friend who got so sick so easily, Bucky had always paid attention when he heard someone talk about medical news. Just in case there was something that could help her.
"So we'll get you into the best doctors, yeah? Maybe you've got cures now, too." Between her name and what was apparently their bank account now, Bucky was sure she could get in with anyone. And even if there still weren't cures for her, there should at least be better treatments. Besides, Bucky would be right by her side either way. "We'll even get you some new glasses to help you find the grays I'm pretty sure I'm starting to get."
"Yeah, I think I see some here," Steph said as she pretended to pick at Bucky's beard, only to lean in and kiss him again. It was a distraction, for one. She knew he didn't like it when she talked that way, but she also didn't want to keep talking about it.
She also just wanted to kiss him again though. It was nice to be finally free to. It wasn't quite as chaste a kiss as the first, but nothing that should scare him off either. She might never have kissed or slept with anyone before, but she knew what happened and how things were supposed to go. Her friends at the hospital weren't shy with the details about their time in bed with their boyfriends and husbands.
Bucky hadn't kissed anyone else in decades, and, honestly, he'd never chosen to sleep with anyone else either, always hoping to be with Steph. But he was in the Army, had some terrible memories from his time as the Winter Soldier, and may or may not have seen porn in recent(ish) years, so he had a pretty good idea of what would go on. But that was beside the point then, since he was in no rush to push Steph into anything. He had already waited how long? He could continue to wait.
Instead, he matched her kiss for a long moment before pulling back with a soft smile on his face as he looked at her. "You're so beautiful, Steph." It was a simple statement, but it was an honest one. She might not agree with him, but he always thought she was gorgeous.
Steph ducked her head, her blush returning. "I'm just alright." She wasn't Cap, who for sure had made heads turn and left many men desirous. Yet she didn't really care. Bucky loved her, and that had been all she ever truly wanted.
"Never imagined you with long hair," she said after a moment. "Or have all this muscle." It was hard not to notice, but she was also specifically looking. She liked looking. "But you're a dreamboat, even for your age." Okay, she was teasing, since he kept bringing up that he was old.
Bucky shook his head at that. "I've never thought you were just alright, Steph." He placed a finger under her chin to tilt her head back up, letting him lean in to steal another quick, soft kiss. "I thought you were the prettiest doll around since the day I met you." She had been so tiny then, all skinned knees as she gave some bullies a piece of her mind. Bucky had still been pretty new to Brooklyn, but he could tell he'd much rather be friends with the girl chewing out the bullies than the bullies themselves.
At the mention of his hair, though, Bucky's hand came up to run through it. "I... haven't exactly cared about things like haircuts in a long time," he said, frowning just slightly. "Just kinda trimmed it some when it started to get too long while I was on the run. And the muscles, that's just the serum. I didn't work for them or anything." His cheeks reddened slightly when she called him a dreamboat, and he grinned a little. "I haven't let myself go too much?" Once upon a time, Bucky took care of his appearance. He always wanted Steph to notice him, but never realized she already did.
All that care went out the window the day he stepped on that ship to England, though.
"What, that day?" Of course Steph remembered that day. It was the day someone finally stood up with her against those dumb bullies, and Bucky Barnes was the cutest boy for miles. She was all knees and elbows back then though, so she was surprised he thought her pretty at all.
"Aged like fine wine," she teased a little more, daring to touch his hair and bury her fingers in it. "But I'll still love you even if you did. That's not why I love you." She loved him for his kindness, for his loyalty. He made her happy when every single day of her life was a struggle, and he believed in her when most people wrote her off or made her feel small. He was a good man, a rarity in a cruel, ugly world, and she adored him for it. That he was also hot was just a nice bonus.
"Yeah, that day," Bucky chuckled as he tilted his head into Steph's hand. "You were such a little thing, but you were clearly done with their shit. I liked your moxie." Sure, she was all knees and elbows, but she was also big blue eyes and pretty blonde hair. Plus, Bucky himself was also a bit knees and elbows at that age.
It almost felt like it healed a little something inside of Bucky to hear Steph say she loved him. That she'd always loved him, the way he'd always loved her. "I sure hope this means you're my girl now," he said, voice soft as he watched her.
"I've always been your girl," Steph said matter-of-factly, happy and just with a mild undertone of 'you're an idiot to have to ask'. It was the truth, and Cap would've said the same, in spite of everything they'd been through together beyond Steph's timepoint.
Steph was aware, of course, that there were parts of this Bucky she would have to get to know and accept, but she wasn't concerned. Not even with the knowledge that he'd once been a ticking bomb at the command of bad people, that he'd done things heinous enough to be put on trial. She would follow him to hell and back, if she had to. That had been what she was trying to accomplish before Cap crashed in and brought her to him, saving them both from further heartache.
In case her answer wasn't clear enough though, she shifted to straddle him and playfully tugged his head back by the hair just a little before kissing him. In a way, she was laying claim too. Cap had her chance and forfeited it; there was no taking back now. Besides, Bucky did say he liked her moxie.
Bucky couldn't help the very slight groan that escaped him when Steph moved and gave his hair a tug, but it was cut off when Steph kissed him. Hands moving to grip at her slim hips, he parted his lips to let his tongue swipe across his girl's own lips, offering a deeper kiss.
But then, of course, there was a knock at the door.
Groaning again, this time with annoyance instead of excitement, Bucky broke the kiss and easily moved Steph off of his lap and onto the empty space beside him. "Dinner," he told her simply before pressing a kiss to her forehead, then getting up and padding over to the door. He could hear someone on the other side of the door speaking Romanian and a quick look out the peephole verified that it was, in fact, the delivery guy, he was just on the phone with someone.
Opening the door, Bucky greeted him in his own language (which seemed to surprise the delivery guy) and did the usual annoying small talk that one had to exchange with a delivery person. It wasn't until Bucky was taking the two large bags from the man that he started to give Bucky that haven't I seen you somewhere before? look, which prompted Bucky to say, "Bine, ei bine, mulศumesc, omule. Noapte bunฤ," before closing the door quickly and carrying the food to the kitchen.
"Dinner's here," he called out to Steph.
[Google translate: "Alright, well, thanks man. Have a good night."]
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But Bucky also remembered how light he used to be. He would laugh and joke easily, and he would do anything to see his best friend's smile, like singing a song terribly while spinning her on the boardwalk. He knew he was a terrible singer, but he also knew he meant the words he sang that night.
Crouching beside the record player, Bucky carefully pulled the disc from the sleeve and placed it on the turntable. After placing the needle on the record, Bucky stood up and held a hand out to Steph. "Wanna be my first dance in seventy years?"
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"I'm still no good at it," she mumbled, but of course she took his hand. He'd always been the better dancer. He had women asking him whenever he took her to the dancehalls, which made her huff and grumble because rude, even if he never took up any of the offers. Most days she'd thought he was just being a good friend. Most days she'd thought she was holding him back from finding the woman who would truly make him happy.
As he pulled her close, she realized her line of sight in relation to his body had shifted. Frowning slightly, she looked up at him. "Did you grow taller?"
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"I never cared if you were good or not, did I?" he asked as he pulled her close and looked down at her. "I just wanted to dance with you was all." Especially the slow dances, the ones that made it easier to stay as close as he could to her. "Besides, I'm probably not any good anymore anyway."
But he chuckled softly when she asked if he had grown, his own cheeks going a bit red.
"Uh, yeah. The serum pushed me up to an even 6'," he answered with the shrug of one shoulder. Honestly, he'd never been around Steph when he had a serum, and she didn't, but he had already noticed just how extra small she seemed beside him.
He liked Steph small, though. He also liked her tall and curvy, but he often still found himself thinking of Steph as the tiny but fiery girl from Brooklyn who took no shit from anyone.
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At 23, she had begun to hope that she had a chance, unless her illnesses took a turn for the worse; she was not going to subject him to a lifetime of caretaking and rob him of his happiness and his dreams. But it was 1941, and in December the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. She was there when he tore open the envelope that held his draft notice. She was there when he boarded the ship that would take him to England, and then to the front lines. She realized then that they would never be together. He hadn't asked her to marry him or made any mention of having any feelings for her. But she'd promised she would be there for him, and if the end of the line was a warzone, then so be it.
Now it looked like the end of the line was the 21st century.
"Oh, good. You can get the stuff from the top shelves and cupboards for me now," she teased, only to realize a moment later that they were going to be living together. Even if it would only be temporary, it was something she'd always liked imagining.
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"I know, I know. Reaching things is the real reason you kept me around. Maybe instead of getting it for you, I'll just hold you up to it to get it yourself," he teased a bit as he moved his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear again. Yeah, he was definitely still taking excuses to do things like that. "I could always pick you up before, but the serum made me stronger, too. And faster." Among other things. He healed faster, didn't get tired as easily, and had better reflexes. If it weren't for the torture and mind control, he might not mind it. But he still didn't think it was a fair trade.
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"This is all you, though," she complimented earnestly. "Dancing." A beat, and then: "Just stick to that though. You can't draw shit." As his best and oldest friend, she was obligated to still be a little punk every now and then.
Then something in the song took hold of her and she was serious again. "I really missed you, Buck. I wrote you so many letters..." So, so many, even if it hadn't been all that long since he left for England. Her letters might not even have made it to him yet. "The girls back home keep saying awful things about the war, and I've been so worriedโ" Worried that he would get captured and tortured for information. Worried that he would die. Worried that he would find someone else. Worried that he would forget her.
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"God, I missed you, too," he responded simply and honestly, the smile slipping from his face as he looked down into her pretty blue eyes. "I read your letters over and over, and wrote you letters every chance I could get." Hell, he wrote his first letter when he was on the ship, the day after he left New York. Sometimes he would write multiple letters before the mail was sent out again, so he would just fold them up inside the same envelope, each one dated so she could tell which one came first. Sometimes he would write a letter telling her how he felt about her, only to toss it and write it again without that part.
That was something he had wanted to tell her in person.
"I'm pretty sure the guys got sick of hearing me talk about this amazing girl back home. They probably just wanted the war to end so I'd be able to go home and propose already, that way I'd shut up about it." It was only a partial exaggeration. They had to be sick of hearing about her--at least until she showed up over a foot taller and stronger than he ever described. "But, hey, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere until you're the one that's sick of me, alright? I promise."
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It was easy to forget this Bucky had been through so much more than the one she'd sent off to war not too long ago. At least while in his arms, it didn't make much of a difference. His perspective reminded her of it, though. He'd gotten her letters. More importantly, he wrote back.
"What did they think when she showed up and saved your asses?" she genuinely wondered. "Did they know it was her?" Cap was tall and curvy and impressive, Steph wasn't sure how people other than Bucky would have been able to recognize that she and Steph were the same person.
The wording of his promise made her frown. That... was probably how he saw it, huh. That Cap had grown weary and abandoned him. Steph felt her anger rise again, though it was not directed at him. "I would neverโ" she started, before realizing words were moot; from his point of view, she had. She just squeezed his hand and shoulder, and buried her face into his chest again. "I never wanted you to leave. I never want you to again." Her lip quivered and she bit down on it, willing herself not to cry. "Stay with me this time, Buck. Please."
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Bucky thought back to the day Steph had shown up and pulled him and the rest of the 107th out of the proverbial fire. He'd been half delirious when she came barging into that room and dragged him off the table, so of course he thought she was a hallucination at first. Maybe one final sight of the woman he loved before whatever they'd injected him with killed him. It wasn't until he understood that she was real that he even realized she'd gotten taller. Bucky just knew it was her, and that was all that mattered.
"They were just happy to get out of there," Bucky said with a sad grin. "Then they gave me hell about how I'd always talk about how adorable you were, all tiny and beautiful, then she went and showed up taller than me. Not everyone knew about the experiment at first. But they kept getting on me about asking her already, but I thought she was interested in... someone else. So I didn't. Then it was too late."
Frowning then, Bucky stopped dancing and pulled Steph over to the couch. Sitting down, he tugged the small woman down into his lap and held her tightly. "Till the end of the line, Steph. You're stuck with me."
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She snorted when he mentioned that he thought she was interested in someone else. "Like hell I would be." Unless it was him from the future, apparently. Which wouldn't have been all that different if he managed to come home, right? Like it or not, the Bucky she knew had already been taken by the war. She didn't know anyone who came home from the last one unscathed. Even books said so.
That was why she didn't protest when he pulled her to the couch and into his lap. She didn't straddle him, just perched on one leg โ he was so much bigger than her that it was enough room โ then she drew her legs up and curled into him. Cupping his cheek, she smiled. That promise was good enough for her, too. "Good. Or else I'll keep coming back to todayโ" She meant via time travel. "โuntil you stop being a dumbass." It wasn't an empty threat. She had no idea of the logistics yet, but she would figure it out if she had to.
She stared at his face for a moment longer, taking in how much had changed โ and how much hadn't. In a way, he had come home. It just took him several decades.
Then, because only an idiot would waste a second chance, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his mouth, and hoped he wouldn't push her away. She wasn't his Steph, but she loved him just as much, and if he wanted to pretend anyway, then she would let him.
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But, thankfully, she made the jump so he didn't have to do that.
Oh, but then she was kissing him for the first time, and while he didn't push her away, he did hesitate out of pure surprise for a second. That didn't last long, however, as the arm around her waist tightened and he leaned into the kiss, his own eyes sliding closed. It was soft and sweet, the first kiss in his life that ever mattered to him, and Bucky loved it just like he loved her. Every version of her.
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Eyes still closed, she rested her forehead against his. "I'm sorry she left." It had to be said. She knew Bucky had been hurt by Cap's disappearance into the past, even if he didn't allow himself to feel it. Or maybe just not while Steph was around. But she knew him, and they'd already spent way too long leaving things unsaid. "But I'm not going anywhere, okay? Not without you."
She had no idea how this was going to work. Or if Cap wouldn't just return one day; she'd said in her note that she only wouldn't if she succeeded. What if she failed? What if Bucky was doomed to the same fate during the war no matter how many times Cap tried to change it? Would Steph have to fight herself for him?
... actually, she would. Being the smaller girl had never stopped her before.
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"She thought she was doing the right thing," was how he responded. He almost said the typical, 'It's okay', but that would have been a lie. But maybe in the back of the other Steph's mind, she knew that just leaving him would kill him, and that's why she sent her? Or maybe Bucky was just looking for ways to justify what she did. Ways to make it less awful.
Either way, this Steph was there with him, and she was promising not to abandon him like the other had, even though she didn't know everything he'd been through. It was on the complicated side of things, of course, but Bucky did love her just as much as he loved the other one.
"You sure you wanna stick with me?" he started, pulling back to open his eyes and look at her almost longingly. "I'm old as hell and pretty broken now. I'm not the cheerful young guy you used to know."
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At least he survived. Her father hadn't.
She let her fingers trail down his cheek to his left shoulder and arm. She couldn't see the metal under the sleeve of his shirt, but it was cold and hard beneath her fingertips. "I love all of you, Buck," she confessed quietly. "And I will love all that you will become. For better or for worse, that's what they say, right?" She blushed again at that, aware that she was quoting wedding vows, but she needed to get her point across.
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Or, as cheerful as Steph ever got.
"I was hoping to get old with you, at least," he said, bringing his natural hand up to rest gently against her cheek. Thanks to the sensors built into his new arm, he could "feel" her touching it. It was rare for him to be touched with care in the first place, and it almost never happened on his left arm. "I've always loved you for better or worse. Otherwise I wouldn't have saved your punk ass so many times," he teased, trying to lighten things jut slightly. "You were the only one I could ever really see." Okay, maybe that bit wasn't as light.
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Her lips did quirk at his teasing, then she swatted him playfully on the arm. Alas it happened to be a metal arm, so she yelped and hissed as she shook her fingers. What a dumbass.
"You think I had eyes for anyone else? I can only see this close, remember, and you're always in the way," she teased in return.
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"So we'll get you into the best doctors, yeah? Maybe you've got cures now, too." Between her name and what was apparently their bank account now, Bucky was sure she could get in with anyone. And even if there still weren't cures for her, there should at least be better treatments. Besides, Bucky would be right by her side either way. "We'll even get you some new glasses to help you find the grays I'm pretty sure I'm starting to get."
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She also just wanted to kiss him again though. It was nice to be finally free to. It wasn't quite as chaste a kiss as the first, but nothing that should scare him off either. She might never have kissed or slept with anyone before, but she knew what happened and how things were supposed to go. Her friends at the hospital weren't shy with the details about their time in bed with their boyfriends and husbands.
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Instead, he matched her kiss for a long moment before pulling back with a soft smile on his face as he looked at her. "You're so beautiful, Steph." It was a simple statement, but it was an honest one. She might not agree with him, but he always thought she was gorgeous.
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"Never imagined you with long hair," she said after a moment. "Or have all this muscle." It was hard not to notice, but she was also specifically looking. She liked looking. "But you're a dreamboat, even for your age." Okay, she was teasing, since he kept bringing up that he was old.
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At the mention of his hair, though, Bucky's hand came up to run through it. "I... haven't exactly cared about things like haircuts in a long time," he said, frowning just slightly. "Just kinda trimmed it some when it started to get too long while I was on the run. And the muscles, that's just the serum. I didn't work for them or anything." His cheeks reddened slightly when she called him a dreamboat, and he grinned a little. "I haven't let myself go too much?" Once upon a time, Bucky took care of his appearance. He always wanted Steph to notice him, but never realized she already did.
All that care went out the window the day he stepped on that ship to England, though.
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"Aged like fine wine," she teased a little more, daring to touch his hair and bury her fingers in it. "But I'll still love you even if you did. That's not why I love you." She loved him for his kindness, for his loyalty. He made her happy when every single day of her life was a struggle, and he believed in her when most people wrote her off or made her feel small. He was a good man, a rarity in a cruel, ugly world, and she adored him for it. That he was also hot was just a nice bonus.
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It almost felt like it healed a little something inside of Bucky to hear Steph say she loved him. That she'd always loved him, the way he'd always loved her. "I sure hope this means you're my girl now," he said, voice soft as he watched her.
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Steph was aware, of course, that there were parts of this Bucky she would have to get to know and accept, but she wasn't concerned. Not even with the knowledge that he'd once been a ticking bomb at the command of bad people, that he'd done things heinous enough to be put on trial. She would follow him to hell and back, if she had to. That had been what she was trying to accomplish before Cap crashed in and brought her to him, saving them both from further heartache.
In case her answer wasn't clear enough though, she shifted to straddle him and playfully tugged his head back by the hair just a little before kissing him. In a way, she was laying claim too. Cap had her chance and forfeited it; there was no taking back now. Besides, Bucky did say he liked her moxie.
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But then, of course, there was a knock at the door.
Groaning again, this time with annoyance instead of excitement, Bucky broke the kiss and easily moved Steph off of his lap and onto the empty space beside him. "Dinner," he told her simply before pressing a kiss to her forehead, then getting up and padding over to the door. He could hear someone on the other side of the door speaking Romanian and a quick look out the peephole verified that it was, in fact, the delivery guy, he was just on the phone with someone.
Opening the door, Bucky greeted him in his own language (which seemed to surprise the delivery guy) and did the usual annoying small talk that one had to exchange with a delivery person. It wasn't until Bucky was taking the two large bags from the man that he started to give Bucky that haven't I seen you somewhere before? look, which prompted Bucky to say, "Bine, ei bine, mulศumesc, omule. Noapte bunฤ," before closing the door quickly and carrying the food to the kitchen.
"Dinner's here," he called out to Steph.
[Google translate: "Alright, well, thanks man. Have a good night."]
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