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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[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.