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Steve walks in the front door, placing his bag and his shield against the wall and stooping to undo the laces on his boots.  “Buck?” he calls softly.  It’s after midnight, so Bucky may well be asleep by now, but should he be awake and waiting, Steve wants to let him know that he’s arrived home.

Moving quietly through the hall in his socks, Steve makes his way to the kitchen.  He opens the fridge for a Gatorade and uses the light to glance around for a dark and potentially sulking silhouette.  There’s still nothing, though, so Steve sips his drink in silence for a moment, then prepares to head upstairs to bed.

Before he does, though, Steve makes to cross the living room to close the drapes over the back door and turn off the light on the porch.  As soon as he gets moving, he notices a lump in the middle of the floor beside the coffee table, and his heart nearly stops and falls out of his chest.

“Bucky?” Steve asks, dropping to his knees beside his lover’s curled form.  “Are you ok?

Bucky doesn’t respond.  He seems to be dead asleep, his body curled around a throw pillow he’s taken from the couch.  He’s half-dressed in a pair of Steve’s sweats, and his hair falls in dark rivulets over the edges of the cushion.

Steve has to smile at the look of him, though he’s strongly reminded of the scared, retreating creature that he lived with and tamed when Bucky first came home.  He tentatively places his palm on the joint between Bucky’s metal arm and his flesh shoulder and whispers his name again.  

Bucky slowly opens his eyes, blinking up at Steve.  “St...” he breathes, then immediately buries his face in Steve’s chest.  

“What happened?  Are you ok?”  Steve leans forward to tighten the embrace.

“I was... “  Bucky shakes his head, rolling his brow back and forth over Steve’s collarbone.  “I felt kind of sick.  Kind of...lost.”

“You could’ve called me.”  

“But you were working...”

“You’re more important,” Steve murmurs, kissing the top of Bucky’s head.  “I always have time to take care of you.”

Bucky slowly nods, his damp, red lips parting and squeezing the slightest bit upward at the corners.

“Do you want something to drink?  Or to go up to bed?” Steve asks.

Bucky lightly tosses a lock of hair out of his eyes.  “No...  I want to stay here.”

Steve grins and shrugs.  “Ok.  Here it is, then.”  He pulls a blanket from under the coffee table and arranges it around Bucky’s shoulders, then gestures for him to lie back down.  Bucky does, slowly, and so does Steve.

Once they’re cuddled face-to-face, Steve asks, “This ok?”

Bucky nods again.  He presses his cold nose into the hollow of Steve’s neck, and Steve runs his hand through Bucky’s silky hair.  “Alright, then.  ‘S good.”

“‘S good,” Bucky echoes.  “Tonight.  Tomorrow.”  He pauses a moment.  “Always?”

“Yeah,” Steve says with feeling.  “Always.”

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i am GEEKING

theyre all so beautiful i love themmmmm ;-;

Summary:  During his ten-year class reunion, Bucky (an afternoon host on the Wizarding Wireless Network) finds himself alone with Steve Rogers, a friendly Slytherin.

For @hellyeahbottombucky​, for the Bottom Bucky Fest 2019.

Prompt: Number 2, Getting It On During An Avengers Party.

Relationship: Logan/James “Bucky” Barnes.

Fandom: The Avengers; X-Men.

Tags: Mentions of other Avengers; Mentions of Other X-Men; Background Steve Rogers/Tony Stark; Sex would happen if people weren't so nosy; Implied Bottom Bucky Barnes

It was their anniversary, one they had -finally- been able to plan and -actually- get to do instead of some mission ruining it for once. Not that, that could really be a issue anymore. Passing the shield to Sam had been one of Steve’s best ideas he likes to think, and Bucky well….he would follow him anywhere, he was frankly sick of fighting so retirement had never looked so good on two people.

Feeling terribly nolgastic this year, they had looked high and low until they could find something left from their old life, something that had survived like them, something that had withstood the test of time, and so that’s how they find themselves over in paris, slow dancing together in a place that they had once drank in during the war, a place so small and out of the way, it was just them in the pub.

The music player in the corner, the bartender -still- kept out for the old timers plays some of their favorite songs as they just rewind time with each other. The place even oddly smells the same, the owner the great granddaughter of the owner they once knew back in the 40’s. It was as close to home again as they could get besides being each others home.

The walls lined with old photos of them and others who fought in the war. Steve could cry a little from how much it all surrounds him, but the good kind of crying. Instead he sighs softly and presses closer into Bucky, enjoying the feeling of him in his arms, the warm and soft sweater under his fingers feeling good wrapped around his husband. The soft blue hues bringing out Bucky’s eyes as they watch him fondly.

Bucky’s eyes enjoy the soft sweater of his own, the soft shades of reds and yellows really bringing out the color in Steve’s hair. Bucky can’t help as they sway in a slow circle to lean forward into his space and kiss him deeply, wanting everything that is Steve.

They moan and they sigh into the kiss, making sure not to get to carried away, there’s plenty of time for that later once their back in their room alone…..the things Bucky has planned….he grins more just thinking about it.

When the song slowly ends and changes to a fast upbeat one, Steve blushes faintly before smiling brightly, “Wanna dance to this like we used too in our apartment?”

Bucky smiles more remembering how they would tango and jive together where no one could see and just let loose…enjoying the fast closing dancing as they laughed and smiled and kissed……all in that wonderful little apartment.

“Only if you don’t let me fall on my ass doll, it’s been awhile.” Bucky says, moving to let Steve lead this dance now.

“Don’t worry Buck, i’ll protect your ass.” Steve whispers by his ear before nibbling on it gently, he moves away before Bucky can do anything back and moves into position.

Bucky can honestly say he’s glad this stupid battle is over. Him and Steve just couldn't be allowed to have a break, nope nope nope always something. They were just about to head out for their vacation, when the baddies thought it would be a good time to hurt innocent people downtown. Grumbling, Bucky tucks his knives back in place and looks for Steve.

He doesn’t get far before he stops in front of a shop that is half destroyed now and bends down picking up something full of colors, even with all the destruction around him, whatever this is it stood the test of time, took a beating and is still standing in all it’s pink, purple and blue glory.

The wind blows through then and helps fan out what he holds and his eyes widen seeing it to be a flag, a beautiful, colorful flag, dirty and frayed on the edges, but still standing. He may be -still- learning things of this place he finds himself and Steve in now, the future as he likes to say, but he knows what this flag stands for, what it represents.

Back in the 40’s something like this would have gotten him and others like him hurt or killed, but now…...now he smiles and proudly draps it over his shoulders, holding it in place as he finally spots Steve coming towards him, relief on his face seeing him alive and whole before taking in the flag.

His smile is all knowing as he takes in Bucky and the flag that he has wrapped around him. The flag that holds their colors true to their hearts.

“Looks good on ya Buck.”

Stepping forward, Bucky wraps half of it around Steve as he turns them back towards the transport waiting for them.