SORRY FOR THE HIATUS

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SORRY FOR THE HIATUS

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               well, I was gonna give you these cookies,                but now I dunno if you’ve been a good boy.

"I haven't."

"You should go."

HIATUS WARNING

I’m currently hosting a friend at my house and I suspect it will lead to continued minimal activity.

Thank you for your patience.

HIATUS WARNING

I’m currently hosting a friend at my house and I suspect it will lead to continued minimal activity.

Thank you for your patience.

Steve nods because Bucky is right. He could have been killed. He knew that was a risk when he agreed to be a part of the experiment. He was a glorified lab rat. “I could have been killed, but I don’t think I really had that long of a lifespan to begin with, the way that my body was built.” Steve says. “If I hadn’t gone through with it, where would the world be now? Overtaken by Johan?” 

"That doesn't matter!" His anger reared it's head and he turned back at Steve practically spitting. "You don't get to be high and mighty, not after what you put me through!"  

He didn't mean his years on ice or the loss of self, his words stung with far off memories of worry and silent rage. 

OPEN || I’m not your enemy

Clint’s eyes narrowed at the remark. It was still a sore spot, practically an open wound that oozed. He bit his tongue, knowing that any snappy remark that escaped would result in a scene. Clint loved causing scenes, but only when he knew he could keep the upper hand. With Bucky, he wasn’t so sure.

He settled for glaring over the rim of his coffee cup, solidifying his first instinct to not like this man.

They sat in tense silence for a moment, soft slurping all there was to break the tension. Bucky didn't really care but he could guess Clint did, from the way the archer seemed to stare. 

Without much prompting Bucky finally spoke. "Your coffee doesn't suck like your people skills."

    Language!

"Yeah, English. Want it in another?"

"How is that even possible? Do you actually have me listed as ‘Captain America’ and ‘Hawkeye’ as Clint?" Steve pushed the phone back at Bucky. "I said get it off of my phone and I meant it!" He blurted through a chuckle.

"No, find someone who loves you enough." Obviously joking Bucky tossed the phone back before giving a small stretch, tucking his hands behind his head. "And no, you're 'Punk' and he's 'Pretty Boy'".

Steve’s reaction is too late as he sinks down into his chair with his hands rubbing against his face. “You jerk.” He’ll see if Natasha can fix this for him. “Why the hell are you sending me naked pictures of yourself?”

"I wasn't. Your name is very close to Clint's in my phone." Shrugging he tossed Steve's phone back, feeling more than a little amused. "Besides you wuss, you've seen my dick before."

Steve doesn’t know if Bucky is calling him a moron or himself but he nods. “It is so far, at least, it’s been seventy years so I think it’s safe to say it’s pretty permanent.” Steve says, frowning when Bucky steps away from him again but he doesn’t pursue him. He knows that he can’t push Bucky, not when he’s still gaining all the memories back. “It’s okay.” He assures Bucky in a soothing voice. 

Shaking his head he pointed an angry finger at Steve, rage storming behind calculating eyes. "No. It's not. You're an idiot! You could have been killed!"

Suddenly restrained again Bucky turned on his heels, long fingers tangling through unwashed hair. He desperately reminded himself that it didn't matter that Steve could have gotten killed, that he didn't care. It somehow didn't help.

Steve just looked at him as he pressed his body against the threshold of the doorway as he took in a deep breath. ” If we are going to be technical here then I am already in my own golden years…” he laughed. 

" I don’t know yet, the shield right now to me is important, I don’t know how long that I really have to age with the serum inside of me..nothing is cemented in the picture yet…"

" I mean what else could you see me doing Bucky, and you better not be a wise guy about it…"

"That's right, you're an old man." Bucky refused to acknowledge that he was older unless it was useful. "I'm sure if you ask SHIELD will get you a walker, maybe intal rails. Everything you need to be comfortable. Or perhaps even throw you in a nice home."

Steve had a point, as much as it pained Bucky to admit it. "Well...once upon a time you wanted to be an artist. What happened to that?"

Sitting up a bit straighter he pointed a metallic finger at Steve menacingly. "If you tell me all the times I was made to pose was a lie you'll wish you never mentioned that stupid shield of yours. Got it?"

Bucky needs a quiet place after finishing work at the docks so he visits Steve and is out like a light in 0.2s

Steve takes advantage of the free posing.

       Do you even need to ask? Of course! 

       It’s ear-lusion. Ear-lusion. It’s a pun.

You're an asshole bug boy.

Whatever happens tomorrow you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are.

Not a perfect soldier, but a good man.

"Rules were meant to be broken, Captain."

Black Widow in ‘Captain America & Bucky’, issue #624 

"I subscribe to the funnies on my phone but that? THAT IS HILARIOUS. WHY DID YOU SEND ME PICTURES OF YOUR SPANGELY DANGLE?!" Steve literally chokes a little and throws the phone in Bucky’s direction. "Get it off of my phone, Buck - are you trying to kill me?!"

"Spangly dangle? That's it, it's your lock screen image. And I'm changing your psssword. Enjoy."