“It’s traditional to bring your date a bouquet of flowers, but I thought you’d like this more,” Steve says, suddenly shy. He lifts the arrangement to show what he means, and Natasha nods approvingly over Winter’s shoulder. The crown is perfect - big and over-the-top, in Winter’s favorite warm, sunny colors. With his orange-and-lemongrass shampoo, the corridor suddenly smells like new beginnings and all things spring.
Winter seems to be at a loss for words, just staring dazedly up at Steve, his already huge eyes made even bigger by a hint of eyeliner she applied for him. There’s a blush high on his cheeks, and his mouth is slightly open. He’s a picture of dopey adoration, for all that he’s over 250 pounds of deadly metal and pure muscle.
from the Winter drabbles: the crown 🌸
why does everything i try to make turn into a fab!Bucky? this wasn’t the plan! (...this time 😉)
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