Apr 18, 2020
Goldheartedsky wrote this oasis of magic and love for me, little old me, and it’s the most beautiful, most glowing description of Steve and Bucky taking a break for themselves during the war. Made my heart feel like warm caramel.
“Where are we going?” he whispers, avoiding stepping on any sticks in the path. Bucky doesn’t answer him, only grins shyly and keeps steering them through the trees.
His breath catches when they finally stop.
The sun has begun to come up over the hills and Bucky drops Steve’s hand to motion at the slow moving river and grassy bank. “What d’you think?” he asks shyly.
