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

[dysmorphics]

 

 

 

 

I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you
Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me,
You're gonna catch if I fall
( 🎶 )

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[hadagreatpast]

"You thought I'd-- Steph that's gotta be the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Bucky's brow furrowed yet again as he looked up at her. Having to look up at Steph was something he was willing to adjust to. Being without her wasn't. And if she'd been following him or anything like she sort of implied, she had to have seen how wrong she was. He'd been miserable every day since he got back.

And he wasn't even going to acknowledge the not the one you want piece of trash.

"You've seen for yourself how dumb that line of thinking was now, haven't you?"

The suggestion of tickets caught him a little off guard, though. "I don't know about that. Might piss me off seein' other fellas makin' eyes at you."

[dysmorphics]

"Y-Yeah. Didn't think you were that dumb, but alas." It was all in jest as usual though, and so that Bucky knew that was what it was, Steph brought her hand up and over his own, lacing their fingers together. Then she opened her eyes again and quietly promised, "I'm here now though."

It was still crazy to think that he would rather have the life her Bucky had than be without her, that he still wanted her around even after she had wronged him. She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve him. But he needed her like she needed him, and she couldn't begrudge him that now that she understood.

She leaned in to rest her forehead against his. He was shorter than she remembered; not that she cared, only taking note so that she could someday give him shit about it. But that was for later. "Guess you gotta make do with the next best thing then," she said, a smile in her voice. (Good Lord, was this flirting? Were they flirting?)

[hadagreatpast]

"I don't know how you didn't already know that," he started, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. "You were the one that was always telling me how much of a dumbass I was. Am." Bucky was pretty sure that Steph told him that even more than Becca did, and that was saying something.

But like she said, she was there. And, god, Bucky hoped she would stay. She'd hinted at leaving, but he didn't know what he'd do if she disappeared on him again. Hell, he'd barely survived the first time.

"Just the next best thing, huh?" Bucky asked with a slight grin tugging at his own lips. It... honestly wasn't the first time he'd done any sort of flirting with Steph, but she just never seemed to pick up on it in the past. It wasn't that big of a deal, though, considering he hadn't had any practice with flirting in any way in the last few years. And he'd never actually been overt about it with her in the past.

[dysmorphics]

"I don't exactly wear the flag under my clothes, you know," Steph somehow managed to quip, though she figured she was probably blushing with how hot her cheeks felt.

She had no idea how to navigate these waters. He said he loved her, and she admitted feeling the same, so now what? It didn't make it easier that they weren't who they grew up with, not really, and on top of that there was the whole... time travel situation. Fuck, why did things have to be so complicated? It was difficult enough being in love with your best friend and not wanting to screw up any more than you already had. Maybe this was why most people dated strangers. There was far less to lose that way.

[hadagreatpast]

Oh. Bucky felt his own face flush a bit at that thought. "Under your clothes, huh?" It was entirely possible that Steph didn't mean to distract Bucky with thoughts of what she had under that... exceptionally tight outfit she had on. He'd already been struggling not to focus on it, dammit.

But dammit, now he was thinking about how tight those so-called pants she had on were. "Are you trying to tell me that compared to your little USO skirt, I'm gonna be disappointed by what's under there? Cause I don't think that can happen."

[dysmorphics]

Well. Apparently flirting was a lot like fighting, just more... dangerous. It wasn't helping that Bucky seemed to be playing along. Steph felt like she was sparring with him with a blindfold on. What now?

"Only one way to find out, yeah?" Dammit, here she was again, running her mouth and making herself deal with the consequences later. But hey, look at where thinking and plotting had gotten her; sure, he was alive, and HYDRA was gone for the most part, but she'd never seen him so unhappy. Something had to change.

She gave his fingers a soft, hopefully reassuring squeeze, her way of granting him permission to act on it if he wanted. But they could just snuggle on the couch and hold each other if that was all he yearned for. Anything for him.