dysmorphics | it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

"I just really like the view," Steph admitted shyly. Fine, she was really into him, okay? And now that they were together and promised no more secrets between them, she didn't have to hide it anymore. He was just going to have to live with that. (Wow, what an awful thing, right?)

She waited until she was finished before responding to what he said next though, coaxing him back to his feet and herding him toward the shower wall so it was his back to it now. She was too tiny and lightweight to do any real pinning, but it was the thought that counted. "You deserve all the love I have for you," she said fiercely, reaching up to cup the sides of his face with both her hands. "But you don't even need to deserve it in the first place. I love you. I choose you. I will always love and choose you."

Bucky just grinned as Steph finished washing his hair, then easily let her back him against the wall once he was on his feet again. It didn't matter that the blonde woman was small and skinny; if she wanted him to move somewhere, he was going to do it.

He brought his hands up to hold Steph's wrists gently as he watched her. "I'm gonna have to hold you to that. You know that, right?" It probably wasn't healthy (but what was healthy in Bucky's mind, really?), but losing Steph would probably destroy him entirely.

Steph drew her hands back and shifted her hold so she could kiss the inside of Bucky's wrists. "To the end of the line, baby," she promised. "You're gonna have to make me leave if you want me outta your hair."

It felt different making that promise now that they weren't only friends. She understood how Cap could've promised that and still leave, and how hers was different. She meant it like a wedding vow, in sickness and in health and all that jazz. They were in this together now.

Bucky smiled at the kisses on his wrists, never taking his eyes off of her. "No chance of that, sweetheart," he said softly. "You missed the, uh... years of me trying to keep my distance." But it wasn't because he didn't want to be around her. Not exactly. It was because he was trying to figure out who he was in pretty much every way. And because he wasn't safe, among other things. "That was different, though."

Leaning down, Bucky pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "To the end of the line, Steph. I promise."

Steph stood on her toes and wriggled her wrists out of Bucky's grip so she could wrap her arms around his neck while they kissed. "I love you so much," she said against his lips, not wanting to break the kiss. "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

Even after kissing for some more after that, it was still with reluctance that they broke off and finished their shower. It was only his reassurance that they could do it again later, after they go shopping and maybe a round or two in bed, that made her relent.

Happy enough with that, she changed into another of Cap's shirts that she wore like a dress. She found a pair of shorts with a light, breezy fabric and a drawstring waist that she managed to use in lieu of her still drying panties by tightening the string as much as she could; it took an odd shape but it would have to do. Then she had to stuff some socks into one of Cap's running shoes because they were too big.

"I look funny," she said miserably when he came into the room after having changed himself. Her saving grace was her hair, but otherwise she thought she looked like she was wearing a sack.

It hadn't taken Bucky very long at all to get ready. Jeans, Henley or two, shoes, done. He'd grab his jacket, hat, and backpack when they were on their way out. So, by the time she came back out he was sitting comfortably on the couch, flipping through the channels idly.

So, when she showed back up, he couldn't help the amused grin on his face. "Yeah, I'm not gonna lie about that," he said, teasing her a bit as he picked up his phone and opened Google. He knew what size she wore when they were younger, so it didn't take him long to run searches for 1940s [dress/shoe/clothing] sizes compared to today to get a general idea of what size they'd be looking for.

"Want me to see if I can just get something simple delivered real quick, that way you've got something else to wear to the shops?" he asked, turning the phone so she could see what he was doing. "I know you'd probably wanna pick most things out in person, but I figure something simple would probably be good enough to start with. Like, I don't know. A dress or a sweater and pants or something."

Edited (i know how to sentence) 2026-01-16 22:46 (UTC)

"Yes please," Steph said quickly, with a hint of desperation. "I don't think these shorts will hold for long and I'm not wearing anything else under them." She wasn't trying to start anything, promise! "Maybe a dress and undergarments?" If they could bring over a box of condoms, surely they could do clothing?

In the meantime, she walked over to join him on the couch. She turned her head to smile at him, then reached out to run her fingers through his hair and straighten out some loose strands. After that she held up her wrist. "Need a hair tie?" She was wearing two, with a spare for him.

Bucky chuckled a little at how quickly Steph jumped on the idea of getting something delivered, and leaned over to give her a quick kiss when she sat down beside him. He had two hair ties on his own metal wrists, but he wouldn't begrudge letting her run her small hands through his hair. "Sure," he told her simply, snagging the hand playing with his hair and pressing a quick kiss to it before letting it go.

Then, because he was so much taller than her, he slid off the couch to sit on the floor in front of it. In that position, not only would she be able to pull his hair back for him easier, but when he found somewhere to order from he could show her dress options and whatever easier, letting her just watch over his shoulder.

And that's what he did. He picked Walmart simply for ease of delivery and the fact that they had everything there--like a modern, lower quality Sears since Sears didn't seem to be around any more (but they also sold food)--and as she played with his hair he showed her different dress, coat, boot, and undergarment options on his phone screen over his shoulder. At that time of year it was definitely getting cold out, so Bucky even encouraged her to get some tights or something.

Once they had something picked out he placed the order--paying the extra charge to get it delivered faster--and set his phone aside before relaxing even more against the couch. "Alright, you should have your starter outfit in an hour."

Edited 2026-01-18 22:24 (UTC)

Steph's little fingers remained buried in Bucky's hair the entire time it took them to pick out clothes to order. She had intended to multitask, but everything he did on his phone was super interesting, and therefore distracting.

For one, there were so many options. Despite being unable to see color properly, there were so many options that decision paralysis eventually sank in. In the end, price became the determining factor, though she almost refused to choose anything since none of the items were in the price range she was accustomed to. She even said she was just going to transform more of Cap's old clothes into dresses and such, anyway there was a sewing kit in the bedroom that she could use. Money wasn't an issue, but it was still too much for her to stomach.

He solved the problem by choosing whatever she showed some interest in — she'd asked to look closer at several items until she learned what part of the screen showed their price tags — and tilting the screen away from her when it was time to pay. She'd probably have had an asthma attack if she'd seen the fee to expedite the delivery.

"Is it really okay?" she still asked after the order was placed. One of the reasons she never thought he would ever be interested in her, especially on the marriage front, was because she knew she would be a burden financially with her poor health.

Bucky caught the hand Steph had resting in his hair and pulled it down so he could press a gentle kiss to it. "It's fine, I mean it," he said as he turned to grin at her. "According to the bank statements we were left with--" which he'd looked at a bit further earlier that morning, before Steph woke up and before he began to cook their breakfast, "--we should be covered for a long time. And that's if we don't find ways to make more money."

Because of when they grew up, the two of them should know how to make do with things, and how to budget when needed. But it didn't seem like it was desperately needed any time soon.

Then he thought of something. He picked his phone back up and pulled up their order, then the dress. Bucky could tell she particularly liked that dress, and it had only been a little over $30. "I looked up the, uh... inflation rates-" it just took him a second to think of the word for that. "-a while back, when I was first learning how to use my phone to learn things, and I was so thrown about the price of everything."

He then turned the phone so she could see the dress. "If you saw this for two bucks in a store back during the war, would that have shocked you as much? Cause when I looked into it, I found out that a dollar back then is worth almost twenty bucks now."

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