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stucky + textposts, part i-stopped-counting-ages-ago/?

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Bucky study from Civil War I've been on a bit of a Marvel high since Thunderbolts (which I absolutely loved) so I've been rewatching some of my favourite MCU movies.

Bucky liked trying out different characters and this time he had chosen King Boo.  When King Boo screamed as he wiped out, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.  “Hey! I wasn’t the one that hit you with the shell!”

Clint laughed as he got right out ahead of the pack. “That’s right! Fight among yourselves.” 

As he gloated he under steered on a corner and shot of the side of the track and shot off the side into the void.  “God damn it!” he cursed and Bucky burst out into peels of laughter.

"Yes! Yes!" Nelia cheered and stood up as she focused on the game harder. She had always been competitive ever since she was a kid, and playing with Bucky and Clint really brought it out in her. She was so close to the finish line, when one of the NPC drivers hit her with a shell and Bucky ended up beating her. "No! No!" She groaned and stomped her foot, plopping back down on the couch with a pitiful look.

"That was not fair! I need a rematch!" She said, pointing to Bucky with a playful glare. Both Luck and her new service dog, Maxine, stood up and wagged their tails as they looked at the trio.

"I know, Bucky and Clint are so mean!" She cooed to the dogs and kissed their heads. "Perhaps we should take them out first." It was around the time that they walked the dogs, and she had to admit she was feeling hungry. "And a snack too?"

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Bucky confessing his love so easily like that made Steve feel warm all over.  It oozed down over him like spilt honey.  He wanted to curl up with that feeling and wrap it around him like a blanket.  “I love you too,” he whispered.

To get married too?  It felt surreal.  He never saw that for himself.  Not because he didn’t want it, but he could never imagine a world that could exist where he’d be able to get it. And now here it was.  Right now.  With the man he’d been in love with since they were both boys.

Steve shook his head.  “It’s okay.  We can work that out together.  I don’t know that it’s the same for every couple anyway.  And we’ve got things that make it different for us.  I mean, it’s not like i can walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight.  Your door is my door.  People know me too, so I need to think about how to minimize the chance our date will be ruined by fans.  But - I can still take you out.  We can go to dinner.  See a play.  Maybe even go dancing.  I just don’t want to rush.  And I don’t want to skip that stuff because we share an apartment.”

He was glad they were at least on the same page for getting really physical.  He thought they both needed that.  To learn what each other liked and what they themselves liked too.

He looked up at Bucky, meeting his eyes. “Hey, Buck,” he whispered.  “Can I kiss you?”

All of this was like a crazy dream that Bucky did not want to wake up from. He himself didn't always see himself getting married. Back when he was a kid, it was what was expected of him. He'd meet a nice gal and settle down. But inside he'd always be yearning for Steve. He had always hoped he would live in a world where two men and two women could be together.

"How do you always know what to say?" He asked with a chuckle as he listened to Steve speak. "But I like that. Not all couples are the same. I guess if we were dating when we lived in my apartment together, it would have been similar--I couldn't walk you to the door. But we don't even have to go out somewhere fancy like a play or dinner. I'd be happy with just sitting here with a beer, take out, and a show." A part of Bucky didn't want to draw attention to themselves, but he knew that was inevitable. Steve was as famous as Bucky was infamous. Eyes were bound to be glued to the pair.

Steve's question brought him out of his thoughts, and a gentle smile graced his lips. "Sure, Stevie." He whispered back, nodding his consent as his heart raced in his chest. "You can kiss me."

making bucky a politician is one of the most insane choices the MCU has ever made but you know what. sure. i'm here for it

Steve swallowed thickly as his heart pounded in his chest.  He had dreamed of hearing those words from Bucky for so long and now it was happening it felt like a dream.  He wanted to launch himself across the table and start kissing him.  But - there needed to be some self control.  Steve had only tried dating a couple of times, and it had always been women.  He wasn’t sure if Bucky had been with men, but if he had to guess, he would say no.

He does reach over the table and take his hand though.  “I want that.  I want…”

He paused, gathering his thoughts.  Every time he’d imagined them together, it was just them already in the relationship.  Back in the day his fantasies often involved sneaking around but now… now they didn’t have to but how were they going to do this? 

He ran his thumb over the back of Bucky’s knuckles.  “We missed out on so much time.  The world stole it from us.  But - I don’t want to just rush into the physical part.  I want to court you, honey.  What do you think?”

Bucky couldn't help but break out into a smile. One of the many things he loved about Steve was how sweet and romantic he was. He nodded and have his hand a gentle squeeze. "God I love you so much." He mumbled before bringing Steve's hand up to kiss his knuckles. "I want that too. To... Court and get married and live our lives together." This conversation almost didn't feel real, like Bucky was dreaming and he was going to wake up to find none of this happened.

"I gotta tell ya, Stevie... I don't remember how to date." He admitted. "It's been literal decades since I dated anyone, and it was only ever women. And then when I was with Hydra... They did things to me that I don't think I can say just yet." Even though he was withholding information, his eyes shined with the trauma that his body held onto. "That being said, I do want to work up to being physical with you as well. I know that with guys it's different anyway, so we'll probably have to do some preparation."

"But I love you, honey. I want to do this with you. Let's date."

Steve dressed, trying neither to rush or dawdle.  He needed a moment to process everything that had just happened.  He had so many emotions running through him right now. Fear.  Excitement.  Joy.  Confusion.  He still wasn’t sure this wasn’t a dream or something.  Really, the only reason he thought he was dreaming and that Bucky wasn’t pranking him was because he couldn’t believe that Bucky would be that cruel.

He dried himself off and dressed in dark blue cargo pants, and one of his compression shirts.  He wasn’t sure if he’d end up making it into work now, but he didn’t know if dressing like he was planning on not going into work would send the wrong signals.

He was well and truly overthinking this.

He came out to the living room to an apartment smelling of coffee, bacon, and maple syrup.  He couldn’t help but smile.  He always loved when Bucky cooked for him.  He took a seat when Bucky pulled out the chair and when the brunet’s hand ran over his bicep, he shivered and his muscles rippled in the wake of his finger. 

“It looked amazing,” he said.  “Thank you.”

He picked up his coffee and took a sip, trying to figure out how to carefully say, BUCKY BARNES I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND I WANT US TO BE TOGETHER.

He still didn’t have the words when he set his cup back down. “I don’t know what to say.  So I guess I’ll just say how I feel.  But please know, none of this comes with pressure.  I’m sorry I kept this from you.  I just thought - if you knew you’d feel uncomfortable doing things like sharing a bed.  And I never did any of that out of some sexual desire.  It was just that you’re my friend and you needed me.”

He swallowed and let out a breath. “But I am in love with you.  I always have been.  If you feel that way too and you want to be together.  I want that.  I really do.”

Then Steve finally spoke and Bucky gave him his undivided attention. His heart raced in his chest as the blonde spoke and he swallowed thickly with emotion. He hesitantly reached out to touch Steve's hand. "It's okay, I understand. I kept how I felt from you, too. You know how things were back when we were kids." He let out a shaky breath and decided to be brave and say the words he felt for a long time.

"I love you too, Steve. More than anything. I want us to be together too." His voice came out shaky. He felt vulnerable, and when he felt vulnerable, usually bad things happened. But he had just confessed his love to Steve, and Steve confessed his love back.

Clint couldn’t help but beam when Bucky said yes, and he pulled him down into a deep and passionate kiss.  He was aware of Kobik clapping and Lucky running around, but he was so wrapped up with how happy and in love he felt that all he could focus on was Bucky’s lips on his.

He hummed when Bucky felt back, and was just considering what they should do now.  They already had dinner, so it’s not like they could go out to dinner to celebrate.  They didn’t have champagne and he definitely didn’t think it was ethical to ask a four year old to make alcohol for them.

Then Bucky got on his knee.  Clint hadn’t expected that at all.  They were already engaged.  The fact that Bucky wanted to propose too was just about the most romantic thing that had ever happened to Clint.

He teared up as Bucky spoke, his heart thrumming in his chest.  “Yes, you idiot.  Of course I will!” he said, kissing him all over again.

"God, I love you so much." Bucky kissed Clint again, hugging him close as he let him down on the ground again. He then picked Kobik up, who was giggling up a storm and hugged her close. "And I love you, little soldier. Thank you for helping us become a family."