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]

Steph was quiet for a moment, but she held on to Bucky as tightly as she could without hurting him. He was alive and whole, and now with the chance to live out the life he never had, yet he was saddling himself with the broken, damaged version of his best friend. He deserved better than her, anyone but her, yet he wanted her anyway.

"I don't deserve you," she said eventually, no longer sobbing but voice still thick with emotion. "But I'll stay for as long as you want me to." That had been one of his assertions earlier, that her mission should have been his call, not hers. He didn't want to be saved if it meant being parted from her. If she had known — if she had asked — then it wouldn't have come to this.

She hoped Bucky was fine in their timeline. Mad at her, probably, but she could live with that. Hopefully having the younger, sweeter, less jaded version of herself around would be good for him. He deserved to be happy, after everything.

[hadagreatpast]

"You don't deserve me?" Bucky asked with an incredulous laugh as he pulled back just far enough to look up at her again. His smile was definitely weak, as he hadn't felt like he was worth much of anything in quite a long time, but at least it was there. A little. "Steph, you could go live at any point in time, but I'm the selfish bastard that's askin' you to stay here in the 40s with me instead of going to some better time. Or even just... going to be with that other version of me."

Was he ignoring the whole thing about how she planned to go off herself after he left? Absolutely, he was. Bucky didn't think he had it in himself to really address that just yet, but he'd get there at some point.

"Hell, Steph, I'm greedy enough that I'm already trying to think of how to keep this from Becca since you said I can't tell anyone about you."

[dysmorphics]

"Buck, if I hadn't been so dumb and fucked things up, you wouldn't have had to ask," Steph retorted with a mirroring weak self-deprecating laugh. She could've done anything else really and it would've been better than this. She could've brought the other Steph back so she was here when Bucky returned from the war, and he could've had the happy ending he deserved. But she didn't. Who was the selfish bastard now?

She cupped his cheek then, running her thumb over his lower lip. There probably wasn't any version of him that she wouldn't love and want. But he was the only one who asked, after a lifetime of waiting.

"We'll figure out what to tell Becca. And your friends." She'd already had her fill of being a science project and government property, and she'd like to avoid the same fate for him. Being one of the founders of SHIELD in this universe should at least help his case. She wasn't sure about hers. If anything they might think she was a HYDRA asset, their answer to Captain Carter.

But there were far more important things they had to deal with first. "I ain't going anywhere without you, alright? I promise." She let go of his face to fish out her tags (and locket) from under her shirt and place them into his hand. They were the only truly personal effects she had, having left everything else behind.