Steve Rogers

IM ON MY WAY

Back from my mission, anyone wanna help patch me up?

"Mhm you say that now" Sienna was calm as she grabbed her medical bag and sat with him

Sienna flicked a rag at him. "Okay let me patch you up first." She softly giggles as she held his face. Angling it to the side as she applied an ointment.

"Oh well... You really didn't need a patch up..."

Back from my mission, anyone wanna help patch me up?

"Mhm you say that now" Sienna was calm as she grabbed her medical bag and sat with him

Sienna flicked a rag at him. "Okay let me patch you up first." She softly giggles as she held his face. Angling it to the side as she applied an ointment.

"Oh well... You really didn't need a patch up..."

Back from my mission, anyone wanna help patch me up?

"Mhm you say that now" Sienna was calm as she grabbed her medical bag and sat with him

Sienna flicked a rag at him. "Okay let me patch you up first." She softly giggles as she held his face. Angling it to the side as she applied an ointment.

"Oh well... You really didn't need a patch up..."

Back from my mission, anyone wanna help patch me up?

"Mhm you say that now" Sienna was calm as she grabbed her medical bag and sat with him

Sienna flicked a rag at him. "Okay let me patch you up first." She softly giggles as she held his face. Angling it to the side as she applied an ointment.

Back from my mission, anyone wanna help patch me up?

"Mhm you say that now" Sienna was calm as she grabbed her medical bag and sat with him

Back from my mission, anyone wanna help patch me up?

Steve pushed open the doors to the saloon, making his way over to the bar and taking a seat. He ordered a beer and glanced over to the person sitting to his left. He recognized the person, the sheriff. “Sheriff Barnes, long time no see.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he saw Bucky’s surprised expression. He finally gets his beer and takes a swig from it.

“It’s a nice surprise, don’t get me wrong.”

Steve chuckled softly as he listened to Bucky speak, his eyes taking in Bucky’s features. He cleared his throat, moving his gaze to his beer. He’d missed Bucky too but he’d never admit it.

Steve’s smile faded slightly. He’d originally left to explore past their small western town. He didn’t really find much, just missed his best friend.

Bucky sits in his barstool in shock for a moment. Steve had always meant the world to him, but he sometimes doubted whether the feelings were reciprocated due to his insecurities. Steve was the golden boy; had the looks, good manners, and was naturally good at everything. Bucky had to work for it, and was sometimes like Steve’s shadow.

Steve being his beer up to his lips, taking a small swig before setting it back down. He never really noticed Bucky’s insecurities. He always saw Bucky as equal to him, maybe even better in some ways.

“Wanna come back to my place when we finish these?” He takes another sip of whiskey.

Steve finished off his beer and sat a five dollar bill on the bar to pay for his beer.

Bucky knocks back what was left in his glass and follows suit.

Steve stands up off the barstool he was previously sitting at, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

Bucky leads Steve outside and to the fence post where Alpine was tied up to. He helps the blonde mount her, and then follows. They ride back to Bucky’s ranch in a comfortably silence.

Steve follows behind Bucky, his eyes wandering to the horse tied up to the post. He lets Bucky help him up and then rides back to Bucky’s house, his hands wandering to rest on his hips.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really have time for girls.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he heard Bucky’s reply. Didn’t have time for girls hm?

Bucky nods and finds the chamomile bags from the cupboard. He tries to ignore the way Steve’s broad chest looks under his beefy arms.

Steve’s gaze wanders over Bucky while his back is turned, quickly averting his gaze when he speaks.

“Yeah? Missed me that much, huh?”

Steve rolls his eyes playfully at Bucky’s teasing. He secretly missed it, missed Bucky.

“Careful, Steve. You never did learn how to sail your tea, did you?”

Steve doesn’t try and sip his tea again, in fear of burning his tongue.

//Sail from my last post was supposed to be sip 💀

Steve felt a warm flush creep onto his cheeks. Sleeping in the same bed as Bucky? What could go wrong…

“I think I’ll live, but you’re comin’ to bed with me now so you don’t wake me up by comin’ in later.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, watching the brunette leave the kitchen. He takes a small breath to try and calm himself a bit before standing up and heading for his bedroom, completely forgetting his tea. He walked into Bucky’s room, seeing him already under the covers. He cleared his throat, moving to take off his shirt and then his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but feel a pink flush creep onto his cheeks as he slipped under the covers of his bed.

Bucky watches the show before him as Steve strips down. His skin looks softer and warmer than Bucky had remembered, and did his muscles get impossibly bigger? The dip of the mattress when Steve joins him snaps him out of his gawking.

Steve rubbed his face with his hands, feeling more awake than ever. The warmth radiating from Bucky’s body was very…distracting.

“It’s, uh, been a while since I’ve had company… I guess what I’m trying to ask is, can we cuddle a bit before bed? Like, as friends?”

Steve’s eyes went wide when he asked that question. He hadn’t expected that to come from him. His cheeks flushed a light pink color as he moved slightly closer to the male.

"Really? Uh, thanks, Steve."

Steve felt Bucky move closer, his body heat getting more intense. He cleared his throat and nodded softly as the question.

“Oh, yeah, I can be the little spoon?”

Steve watched Bucky move closer, pushing his back flush against his front. He took a deep breath, the contact a bit more than he had expected. He moved to put an arm around Bucky, the tiredness slowly hitting him.

Bucky sighed and fully relaxed against Steve, the weight of his arm soothing him further.

Steve pushed open the doors to the saloon, making his way over to the bar and taking a seat. He ordered a beer and glanced over to the person sitting to his left. He recognized the person, the sheriff. “Sheriff Barnes, long time no see.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he saw Bucky’s surprised expression. He finally gets his beer and takes a swig from it.

“It’s a nice surprise, don’t get me wrong.”

Steve chuckled softly as he listened to Bucky speak, his eyes taking in Bucky’s features. He cleared his throat, moving his gaze to his beer. He’d missed Bucky too but he’d never admit it.

Steve’s smile faded slightly. He’d originally left to explore past their small western town. He didn’t really find much, just missed his best friend.

Bucky sits in his barstool in shock for a moment. Steve had always meant the world to him, but he sometimes doubted whether the feelings were reciprocated due to his insecurities. Steve was the golden boy; had the looks, good manners, and was naturally good at everything. Bucky had to work for it, and was sometimes like Steve’s shadow.

Steve being his beer up to his lips, taking a small swig before setting it back down. He never really noticed Bucky’s insecurities. He always saw Bucky as equal to him, maybe even better in some ways.

“Wanna come back to my place when we finish these?” He takes another sip of whiskey.

Steve finished off his beer and sat a five dollar bill on the bar to pay for his beer.

Bucky knocks back what was left in his glass and follows suit.

Steve stands up off the barstool he was previously sitting at, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

Bucky leads Steve outside and to the fence post where Alpine was tied up to. He helps the blonde mount her, and then follows. They ride back to Bucky’s ranch in a comfortably silence.

Steve follows behind Bucky, his eyes wandering to the horse tied up to the post. He lets Bucky help him up and then rides back to Bucky’s house, his hands wandering to rest on his hips.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really have time for girls.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he heard Bucky’s reply. Didn’t have time for girls hm?

Bucky nods and finds the chamomile bags from the cupboard. He tries to ignore the way Steve’s broad chest looks under his beefy arms.

Steve’s gaze wanders over Bucky while his back is turned, quickly averting his gaze when he speaks.

“Yeah? Missed me that much, huh?”

Steve rolls his eyes playfully at Bucky’s teasing. He secretly missed it, missed Bucky.

“Careful, Steve. You never did learn how to sail your tea, did you?”

Steve doesn’t try and sip his tea again, in fear of burning his tongue.

//Sail from my last post was supposed to be sip 💀

Steve felt a warm flush creep onto his cheeks. Sleeping in the same bed as Bucky? What could go wrong…

“I think I’ll live, but you’re comin’ to bed with me now so you don’t wake me up by comin’ in later.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, watching the brunette leave the kitchen. He takes a small breath to try and calm himself a bit before standing up and heading for his bedroom, completely forgetting his tea. He walked into Bucky’s room, seeing him already under the covers. He cleared his throat, moving to take off his shirt and then his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but feel a pink flush creep onto his cheeks as he slipped under the covers of his bed.

Bucky watches the show before him as Steve strips down. His skin looks softer and warmer than Bucky had remembered, and did his muscles get impossibly bigger? The dip of the mattress when Steve joins him snaps him out of his gawking.

Steve rubbed his face with his hands, feeling more awake than ever. The warmth radiating from Bucky’s body was very…distracting.

“It’s, uh, been a while since I’ve had company… I guess what I’m trying to ask is, can we cuddle a bit before bed? Like, as friends?”

Steve’s eyes went wide when he asked that question. He hadn’t expected that to come from him. His cheeks flushed a light pink color as he moved slightly closer to the male.

"Really? Uh, thanks, Steve."

Steve felt Bucky move closer, his body heat getting more intense. He cleared his throat and nodded softly as the question.

“Oh, yeah, I can be the little spoon?”

Steve watched Bucky move closer, pushing his back flush against his front. He took a deep breath, the contact a bit more than he had expected. He moved to put an arm around Bucky, the tiredness slowly hitting him.

Steve pushed open the doors to the saloon, making his way over to the bar and taking a seat. He ordered a beer and glanced over to the person sitting to his left. He recognized the person, the sheriff. “Sheriff Barnes, long time no see.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he saw Bucky’s surprised expression. He finally gets his beer and takes a swig from it.

“It’s a nice surprise, don’t get me wrong.”

Steve chuckled softly as he listened to Bucky speak, his eyes taking in Bucky’s features. He cleared his throat, moving his gaze to his beer. He’d missed Bucky too but he’d never admit it.

Steve’s smile faded slightly. He’d originally left to explore past their small western town. He didn’t really find much, just missed his best friend.

Bucky sits in his barstool in shock for a moment. Steve had always meant the world to him, but he sometimes doubted whether the feelings were reciprocated due to his insecurities. Steve was the golden boy; had the looks, good manners, and was naturally good at everything. Bucky had to work for it, and was sometimes like Steve’s shadow.

Steve being his beer up to his lips, taking a small swig before setting it back down. He never really noticed Bucky’s insecurities. He always saw Bucky as equal to him, maybe even better in some ways.

“Wanna come back to my place when we finish these?” He takes another sip of whiskey.

Steve finished off his beer and sat a five dollar bill on the bar to pay for his beer.

Bucky knocks back what was left in his glass and follows suit.

Steve stands up off the barstool he was previously sitting at, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

Bucky leads Steve outside and to the fence post where Alpine was tied up to. He helps the blonde mount her, and then follows. They ride back to Bucky’s ranch in a comfortably silence.

Steve follows behind Bucky, his eyes wandering to the horse tied up to the post. He lets Bucky help him up and then rides back to Bucky’s house, his hands wandering to rest on his hips.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really have time for girls.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he heard Bucky’s reply. Didn’t have time for girls hm?

Bucky nods and finds the chamomile bags from the cupboard. He tries to ignore the way Steve’s broad chest looks under his beefy arms.

Steve’s gaze wanders over Bucky while his back is turned, quickly averting his gaze when he speaks.

“Yeah? Missed me that much, huh?”

Steve rolls his eyes playfully at Bucky’s teasing. He secretly missed it, missed Bucky.

“Careful, Steve. You never did learn how to sail your tea, did you?”

Steve doesn’t try and sip his tea again, in fear of burning his tongue.

//Sail from my last post was supposed to be sip 💀

Steve felt a warm flush creep onto his cheeks. Sleeping in the same bed as Bucky? What could go wrong…

“I think I’ll live, but you’re comin’ to bed with me now so you don’t wake me up by comin’ in later.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, watching the brunette leave the kitchen. He takes a small breath to try and calm himself a bit before standing up and heading for his bedroom, completely forgetting his tea. He walked into Bucky’s room, seeing him already under the covers. He cleared his throat, moving to take off his shirt and then his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but feel a pink flush creep onto his cheeks as he slipped under the covers of his bed.

Bucky watches the show before him as Steve strips down. His skin looks softer and warmer than Bucky had remembered, and did his muscles get impossibly bigger? The dip of the mattress when Steve joins him snaps him out of his gawking.

Steve rubbed his face with his hands, feeling more awake than ever. The warmth radiating from Bucky’s body was very…distracting.

“It’s, uh, been a while since I’ve had company… I guess what I’m trying to ask is, can we cuddle a bit before bed? Like, as friends?”

Steve’s eyes went wide when he asked that question. He hadn’t expected that to come from him. His cheeks flushed a light pink color as he moved slightly closer to the male.

"Really? Uh, thanks, Steve."

Steve felt Bucky move closer, his body heat getting more intense. He cleared his throat and nodded softly as the question.

Steve pushed open the doors to the saloon, making his way over to the bar and taking a seat. He ordered a beer and glanced over to the person sitting to his left. He recognized the person, the sheriff. “Sheriff Barnes, long time no see.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he saw Bucky’s surprised expression. He finally gets his beer and takes a swig from it.

“It’s a nice surprise, don’t get me wrong.”

Steve chuckled softly as he listened to Bucky speak, his eyes taking in Bucky’s features. He cleared his throat, moving his gaze to his beer. He’d missed Bucky too but he’d never admit it.

Steve’s smile faded slightly. He’d originally left to explore past their small western town. He didn’t really find much, just missed his best friend.

Bucky sits in his barstool in shock for a moment. Steve had always meant the world to him, but he sometimes doubted whether the feelings were reciprocated due to his insecurities. Steve was the golden boy; had the looks, good manners, and was naturally good at everything. Bucky had to work for it, and was sometimes like Steve’s shadow.

Steve being his beer up to his lips, taking a small swig before setting it back down. He never really noticed Bucky’s insecurities. He always saw Bucky as equal to him, maybe even better in some ways.

“Wanna come back to my place when we finish these?” He takes another sip of whiskey.

Steve finished off his beer and sat a five dollar bill on the bar to pay for his beer.

Bucky knocks back what was left in his glass and follows suit.

Steve stands up off the barstool he was previously sitting at, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

Bucky leads Steve outside and to the fence post where Alpine was tied up to. He helps the blonde mount her, and then follows. They ride back to Bucky’s ranch in a comfortably silence.

Steve follows behind Bucky, his eyes wandering to the horse tied up to the post. He lets Bucky help him up and then rides back to Bucky’s house, his hands wandering to rest on his hips.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really have time for girls.”

Steve felt a small smile tug at his lips when he heard Bucky’s reply. Didn’t have time for girls hm?

Bucky nods and finds the chamomile bags from the cupboard. He tries to ignore the way Steve’s broad chest looks under his beefy arms.

Steve’s gaze wanders over Bucky while his back is turned, quickly averting his gaze when he speaks.

“Yeah? Missed me that much, huh?”

Steve rolls his eyes playfully at Bucky’s teasing. He secretly missed it, missed Bucky.

“Careful, Steve. You never did learn how to sail your tea, did you?”

Steve doesn’t try and sip his tea again, in fear of burning his tongue.

//Sail from my last post was supposed to be sip 💀

Steve felt a warm flush creep onto his cheeks. Sleeping in the same bed as Bucky? What could go wrong…

“I think I’ll live, but you’re comin’ to bed with me now so you don’t wake me up by comin’ in later.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, watching the brunette leave the kitchen. He takes a small breath to try and calm himself a bit before standing up and heading for his bedroom, completely forgetting his tea. He walked into Bucky’s room, seeing him already under the covers. He cleared his throat, moving to take off his shirt and then his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but feel a pink flush creep onto his cheeks as he slipped under the covers of his bed.

Bucky watches the show before him as Steve strips down. His skin looks softer and warmer than Bucky had remembered, and did his muscles get impossibly bigger? The dip of the mattress when Steve joins him snaps him out of his gawking.

Steve rubbed his face with his hands, feeling more awake than ever. The warmth radiating from Bucky’s body was very…distracting.

“It’s, uh, been a while since I’ve had company… I guess what I’m trying to ask is, can we cuddle a bit before bed? Like, as friends?”

Steve’s eyes went wide when he asked that question. He hadn’t expected that to come from him. His cheeks flushed a light pink color as he moved slightly closer to the male.