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

"Yeah, of course." While a part of Steph missed how Bucky used to dress back in their time, she rather liked the unassuming look he had about him now, too. Just... too much black. Now that she could see color, it was kind of a missed opportunity, especially when he had such pretty blue eyes.

So she picked some blues in a range of shades, even teasingly holding out one next to her face and saying, "It matches my eyes?" to convince him. Then she picked out a black cap to go with his jacket and gloves. He might look cute with a scarf, but he would probably consider that flashy.

There was also a maroon shirt she liked, as well as a dark green one, but she wasn't sure if the connotations hit too close to home — the color of blood, and his Army greens. Blue was generally safe, at least.

Bucky was a bit surprised by the number of items Steph was grabbing for him, but he didn't argue. Instead, he just let her drape the items over his good arm while she picked things up, chuckling a bit here and there. (And the statement about her eyes did convince him, actually.) He even noticed her looking at the red and green shirts and told her those were fine, too. The colors weren't overly bright or anything, and they weren't covered with patterns like some of the other things in the store.

"You need to see if there's anything you like, too," he told her with a grin as he hung the red shirt on his arm, then tilted his head towards the women's section. Sure, she had a wardrobe that fit her now, including some new things as well as the clothes his counterpart had brought her from the past, but that didn't mean she couldn't have more if she wanted. They could afford it. "Or whatever else you like in here. Not just clothes."

"Help me pick?" Steph didn't really have a problem finding stuff she wanted. It was just her frugal nature growing up that prevented her from buying them all. Not that that applied to anything that was for Bucky. She spared no expense when it came to him.

Which was why, after choosing some dresses together, she tugged him over with her to the sleepwear section. "What do you think?" she asked, holding up an embroidered set against her body. She had more than enough pajamas and nightdresses by now, but she knew he liked it when she wore something nice in bed — even if he ended up taking it all off anyway.

Bucky grinned when she held the little set up for him to see, chuckling softly. "Sweetheart, you know I think you'd look good in that," he told her honestly. Because he did think she would. It was a pretty simple little set, but something about the embroidery and the fabric reminded him of some of the fabrics he'd seen when they were young.

He didn't mind if she ended up with a whole dresser full of nothing but nightdresses if she liked them. He liked them, too, of course, but he mostly loved seeing her happy.

"I think we should get it for you."

"Okay." If Bucky wanted it, then he was going to get it. Steph draped the set over his arm with a grin. "I'm good with that for now, thank you." It was already quite a haul, especially after the books and their sumptuous lunch. "We can look around a bit more if you want, though."

They ended up goofing around in the accessories section, as she tried out hats and scarves and jewelry and hairclips. "We should get matching caps," she said at some point, setting one atop his head that was the same color and style as hers. She liked how they looked in the mirror, but then she was reminded of something — baseball. "Hey, did you know? The Dodgers moved to LA." She didn't even know that was something that could happen. Who were they going to root for now?

Bucky blinked at that as he added the caps she liked to the pile, then started toward the checkout counter with her. "They what? How does that even happen?" he asked, confused about the whole issue. As much as they liked baseball before the war, he hadn't even looked into it since. He'd... had a lot going on. "They're not getting me to root for the Yankees if that's what they think."

Bucky would root for pretty much any other team before he'd root for the damn Yankees.

Half the reason he kept talking while their mountain of items was checked out was so Steph wouldn't hear the total and have an asthma attack from shock. "We'll have to look into it when we get home, see what we can figure out."

When the cashier started to tell Bucky the total he just shook his head at her, cutting her off, then slid his card when prompted. He added the clothes bags to the book bags and carried them all in his (gloved) metal hand easily so he could hold Steph's hand as they went back out to the street. "You ready to head home yet, or do you wanna keep walking?"

"I dunno, but they're the Los Angeles Dodgers now," Steph said, sounding disappointed. It was just as well, as she was distracted from realizing how expensive everything was when they added up. When she checked the price tags earlier she simply assumed they were normal modern day prices, as Bucky explained to her the first time they went out shopping.

They left the store with her none the wiser. Her next distraction had been simpler: Bucky holding her hand, in public. How she'd longed for this for so long, that she would be the one he took on dates and showed affection to in front of other people, that she would be his girl. Let the people stare.

"We could head home unless there's anything else you wanna do?" She told him that she wanted to sketch in the park, but not today. Besides, they had new books to read and new clothes to try on. She was already eager to throw her new sleepwear into the wash so she could use it.

Bucky leaned down to press a kiss to Steph's forehead as they came to a stop against the building. Normally, he would be the first one to suggest going home, but she didn't seem like she was in a rush and there'd been somewhere Bucky had wanted to take her, and something he wanted to do. He even had a surprise in his pocket just in case the opportunity arose.

"It's out of the way, but you wanna catch a cab out to the Boardwalk for a little while before we head home?" It wasn't like carrying the bags would bother him any, he barely even felt the weight of the bags in his hand.

Steph brightened at Bucky's suggestion of going to the Boardwalk. "Yeah, let's go!" she agreed easily. It was a nice enough day for a stroll. Besides, she'd always liked that place. For sentimental reasons and all that.

If he was quiet in the cab, she didn't notice. She was content with holding his hand as she stared out at the scenery they passed. How New York had changed, but also, in a way, it did not. Much like Bucky, if she really thought about it. She was comforted by that thought.

Bucky knew he was being quiet on the ride, but he often had quiet spells anyway. Hell, back in Wakanda when he was living in that hut, sometimes he went whole days without speaking to anyone, and that had been fine with him. Besides, he was content to spend his time watching Steph take in how the scenery had changed instead of talking.

Once they finally reached their stop, Bucky paid before climbing out of the car, bags still in hand, and helped Steph out behind him. Thankfully, it was still afternoon. Most people were still at work or in school, so it was quieter on the Boardwalk than it would be in an hour or two.

Not that it was quiet, exactly. New York was never quiet. But it wasn't overly packed, and that suited Bucky just fine. He led her a little ways down before coming to a stop around where he was pretty sure he'd danced with her all those years ago, but instead of stopping right there, he tugged her over to the closest bench so they could sit and look out over the water.

"How's this?" he asked, turning to give her a soft grin.

Steph knew which part of the Boardwalk they'd come to, and so she had a fond smile on her face when they sat down. "I like it here," she told Bucky, squeezing his hand. She liked it even more now that they were together and had no more secrets or whatever else between them.

She gazed toward the water. Some days she still could not believe her luck, how one awful day in a string of awful days had turned her life around. Despite the fact that Cap had hurt Bucky with her departure, she had also given Steph a much better life, and practically everything she ever wanted. She couldn't really stay mad at her counterpart, not when she got the better end of the deal.

"We should take a picture," she said suddenly. She liked having all sorts of photos of them, little keepsakes of their new life together.

Bucky smiled a bit more at that and gave her hand a squeeze, glad that he had picked a spot she liked. "Good," he said simply before leaning over to press a kiss to the side of her hair like he often did, then added, "We'll get a picture in a minute if you want, alright?"

Suddenly feeling a bit nervous, even though he was fairly certain of what the outcome would be, Bucky let go of Steph's hand so he could dig around in his pocket. "I just..." he started, then let out a breath when he pulled his hand out, holding a silver ring with a pale blue stone, and tiny clear stones in the band between his fingertips. He'd been hiding it in its ring box in his backpack, but when he decided he didn't want to take the bag with him that afternoon, he'd pulled it out to stash it in his pocket instead.

Hell, he would have done the whole down-on-one-knee, presenting-the-open-box rigamarole for her if they had been at home, but Bucky didn't particularly like calling attention to himself out in public. So, instead, he just sat on the bench beside her, close to where they'd danced on her birthday years earlier, and where he'd wanted so badly to kiss her but was too chicken to do it, and watched her expression carefully as he asked, with a slightly shaky, soft voice, "Will you marry me?"

Steph frowned in confusion when Bucky let go of her hand. Whatever she might've thought he had hiding in there, it wasn't a ring.

It was gorgeous. A silver ring with a blue stone; it would go well with her eyes. As well as the skimpy little underwear she had on, not that he realized it yet. And while she should've known what it meant, it still didn't really sink into her until he asked the question.

Tears sprang to her eyes and she brought a hand to her mouth as she looked up from the ring and back at him. Then she flung herself into his arms, burying her face into his chest.

"Yes. Yes, I will. Of course I will."

Bucky's smile widened at her answer, and he hugged her back tightly. He had been pretty sure she was going to say yes to the question, sure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked in the first place. But there had still been that little nagging fear in the back of his head that maybe she wouldn't. Because, since when did things go consistently right for Bucky Barnes?

But the answer to that was simple. Things had been going mostly right for Bucky since the tiny version of his best friend all but fell into his arms back in October.

"I love you, sweetheart," he told her when he finally pulled back, then leaned in again to give her a short but firm kiss. "Do you wanna try it on? If it doesn't fit, we can get it resized. Or we can get you a different one if you don't like this one." Anything she wanted.

"No, no, I love it," Steph gushed, even as she had to wipe her tears with the back of her hand first before Bucky could put the ring on. Then she took a moment to admire the ring. It really was beautiful. "When did you even get this?" She hadn't noticed him acting differently or anything, so she had zero clue he'd been planning to propose.

Snuggling into his side, she said, "I love you so much." He already knew that, but she liked reminding him anyway. That, and: "Thank you." She was grateful to him for a lot of things. For taking care of her. For making her happy. This time, specifically, it was for choosing her. He could've had the better version of her. Or any other woman, really. But he wanted to be with her, and that meant everything.

She stood up suddenly and, facing him, held her hand with the ring out. "We should dance." It was quiet enough where they were, so there shouldn't be people gawking or anything. And it wasn't like she was after a proper dance. More like a picture on his phone while they held each other, to remind themselves that they really did get here, after everything.

"I got it a couple weeks ago," Bucky admitted, a slightly bashful look on his face. "It was, uh, one of those days where I had to actually go out and deal with some stuff. Stopping to get you a ring was one of my things to do that day, and I saw that one and... you know I like it when you wear blue. I've had it stashed in my backpack since then." The jeweler had tried to convince him to get her a diamond instead, something about tradition, and hadn't liked it when Bucky pointed out it hadn't been a tradition for long since it wasn't one when he grew up.

Bucky had looked up that so-called tradition later and saw that it didn't kick off until a different jewelry chain made it a tradition after the War, using nothing but advertising.

Besides, he knew Steph better than any random jeweler would.

When Steph stood and held her hand out to him, he laughed softly before grabbing it, then pulled her in so he could press a kiss to her fingers, right on top of that ring, before standing up and pulling her in close. "Thanks for saying yes," he said as he smiled down at her. "I was pretty sure you would, but I couldn't help being a little worried."

"I was hoping we'd get here, but I wasn't gonna rush you. You've been through... a lot." And what was Steph supposed to do anyway, propose? Did modern women do that? She hadn't actually thought to look it up on the Google, as she was just going to wait him out, however long it took. "But I was also a little worried you'd, I dunno, get tired of me before it happens."

Or realize he wanted to be with the Steph he grew up with after all, their big falling out be damned. Or leave because he was dangerous and broken and she was better off without him. She hadn't only been a little worried, but she had resigned herself to the fact that it was all up to him. They were together anyway. That was already more than she could ask for.

"Tired of you?" Bucky was a little surprised by that statement. Frowning, he sat back down on the bench and pulled her over so she was standing between his open knees. Looking up at her, he reached up with his good hand to cup her cheek gently. "Stephanie Grace Rogers, I promise you I'm never gonna get tired of you."

He shook his head before adding, "If anything, I've been worried you'd get tired of me, sweetheart. I mean, I'm a cranky old man that doesn't like going out much, has a hell of a lot of trauma and nightmares, and has a future that's still kinda up in the air. I'm not exactly a catch here." Chuckling a little, he gave her a soft smile. "You, on the other hand, are young and beautiful and, here where the medicine's a lot better, a hell of a lot healthier than you used to be. You're fun and an amazing artist and just... the best person I know."

"Hey, none of that now," Steph chided, frowning. She slipped her hands into Bucky's hair, no longer caring if people were watching. None of that mattered, just him. "Let's go home. I wanna remind you how wrong you are. You're everything I ever wanted. You're the only one for me."

He wasn't perfect by any means. She wasn't blind. But he was perfect for her.

Maybe she was going too hard with her reassurances, but as someone who grew up insecure about herself and so desperately wanting the attention and affections of a particular someone, she knew what it was like and what he needed to hear. "I love you so much," she repeated, as that was the most important part of all. "You're my cranky old man, and that's for life now," she teased gently.

Grinning softly, Bucky leaned down to press a kiss to Steph's lips. "I love you, too. More than anything." Loving her had been the one constant that had lasted since before his life went to shit. "It was already for life, now we can just make it legal at some point." After they got her whole... legal status or whatever it was straightened out.

"Home sounds great. After we get that picture you wanted." After kissing her again, Bucky smiled and pulled out his phone. He got a quick picture of the two of them smiling with the ocean behind them before putting it away and picking up all those shopping bags again. Then, instead of taking Steph's hand, he wrapped his good arm around her shoulders to hold her close as they walked. "I'm glad I wanted to come out here to propose, though."

Steph was beaming in the photo and showing off her new ring, and as they walked, she had a skip in her step. "I'm glad you proposed." She couldn't stop smiling. "You know I've wanted to marry you in forever."

They were probably not getting married until after his trial, but she didn't mind waiting. The certainty that he wanted her as his wife was enough for her. They were already living together and acting like a married couple anyway.

Their cab ride back to their apartment was still quiet, but in a different way. She was snuggled into him the whole time and grinning like an idiot, and every so often glancing down at her ring. It was really so pretty. She couldn't wait to strip to her underwear and show him how well it went with them too.

The warm smile stayed on Bucky's face as they rode back to the apartment. He continued to hold her close and watched her far more than he paid attention to the world outside of their little back seat. "Hey, ever since I found out I wasn't the only one with feelings it was only a matter of time," he told her, voice quiet enough for her to hear but, hopefully, not the driver. "I thought about waiting until after we got your status fixed, or after the trial, but then I remembered what happened last time I waited until after something."

After all, Bucky had decided to wait until after he got home from the war to tell his best friend exactly how he felt about her, and look how well that had gone. He'd waited until after the war, after several decades, and after another war, to the point where she'd been so convinced he didn't have feelings for her that she'd left him behind.

But that was alright, because her leaving brought this version to him and, god, he loved her more than anything.

He was still smiling when they pulled up at their building, and Bucky helped her out of the car before carrying their bags up to their apartment, staying pretty much glued to each other's side for the short walk.

"I think we all learned a thing or two about waiting from that," Steph agreed, her tone wistful. She had no idea how time travel worked, but her best friend had been wearing a wedding band when he showed up, so he had to have also said to hell with waiting and made his move. And Cap would've been an even bigger idiot if she hadn't agreed, unless she was still harboring feelings for her best friend, which didn't seem to be the case. Maybe it had been years, if she'd managed to save Bucky from the train. Steph made a mental note to pry her bestie for details the next time they hung out.

Returning to their apartment with a ring on her finger felt different. She'd already been sure she was staying in this time, with this Bucky, but the ring, on top of her legally existing in this world, seemed to physically anchor her. Nothing could make her leave now, and anyone or anything that might try would not live to regret it.

She didn't bother with their haul once they got inside. While he set their bags down on the coffee table, she took off her shoes and coat, then moved to the record player and put on Fred Astaire. "You owe me a dance," she teased, pulling her scarf off as she approached him. She tried throwing it over his head and around his neck, but she wasn't tall enough to reach and the scarf just bounced off his chest. That made her laugh. "Dammit, I was tryin' to be sexy!"

Bucky had barely set the bags down and taken off his own jacket before he was accosted with a scarf. Laughing, he took the scarf and dropped it onto the coffee table with all their bags. "You're always sexy, sweetheart," he told her with a smile, but stepped to the side to drop down onto the couch. "I'll dance with you, though, just lemme get my boots off first."

He wasn't exactly the same sort of light on his feet that he was back when he was young, and the last thing he wanted was to step on her foot or anything like that. He could be considered quick footed when he was fighting, but he mostly still stomped around when he did that.

Once his boots were off and set aside, Bucky stood and crossed the room to his fiancée again, slipping his arms around her. "You sure you wanna marry an old man like me?" he asked as he held her close and they swayed to the soft music. But he was still smiling as he looked down at her.

Steph rested her hands on Bucky's chest as they slowly swayed to the music, still occasionally glancing at the ring on her finger. "You're only old on paper," she reminded with a laugh. "You fuck like a teenager." They had been fucking like teenagers, practically been unable to keep their hands off each other since the night she arrived.

She sobered after a while, though she still had a soft smile on her face and gazed up at him like he was everything. There was a question behind those eyes, however, and when he gently pried her about it, she hesitated, but eventually acquiesced.

"Will you tell me everything now?" she asked. "Not now now, but, you know. Now that we got here." And with the trial approaching. Knowing probably wouldn't help or change anything, but now more than ever she wanted to protect him, so she was going to have to take her chances.

Edited (i should reread before posting, not after XD) 2026-03-16 16:19 (UTC)

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