#rayraymbles

But he himself will leave Bucky right after getting him back after five years?

Jason, running into the room screaming bloody murder: B! B! B! B! B!

Bruce, was on the middle of coffee, almost spitting it out before getting up abruptly: What? What happened?

Jason: DICK SAID THE N WORD IN FRONT OF TIM!

Bruce: he what?!

Dick, running into the room after Jason: It was an accident! I didn't know he was around!

Tiny Tim, walking in spooning a jar of Nutella: Hi, B.

Steph, carrying a baby Damian in her arms whose face is covered in Nutella as well: Hey, Boss man.

Bruce, looking like >:( with crossed arms: Dick, we have rules in this house. I expected better from you!

Dick: *on the verge of tears watching Tim feed another spoon of nutella to Damian*

Damian: *happy babbling*

Tim, averting his gaze and adjusting his bangs to fall over his face: uh...

Kon, beaming and clasping his hands together: oh! It was amazing, pumpkin. Your dad swept me off my feet and took my breath away!

Timkon child: Because he was so beautiful?

It's a random day on a random week when Bucky takes Steve's hands, not even giving him a chance to protest before starting

"If I was going to hit you right here, where would you put your feet to dodge?"

Confused but demonstrating regardless, Steve is left to follow instructions

"I'm hit, I'm falling this way, where are you going to put your hand to hold me up?"

Steve holding Bucky by the waist and shoulder to sway him to the side

"A bullet is coming this way, hold my had get me out of the way."

Steve holding Bucky's hand and pulling him close while Bucky twirls and wraps Steve arm around himself. By then Steve's confusion is giving way to a smile as he holds Bucky

"The floor is filled with traps and they're going to come out of here, here, here, and here. Dodge them in order."

"We're holding hands but something is gonna hit. Step back to let it shoot through between us, then pull me back in."

"I'm pulling a knife on you, take my hand to stop me and redirect it this way."

"Pull your legs like you're going to kick here. Yeah, like that."

"Dip back, then step forward like you're avoiding falling off the edge."

"Okay, hold my waist ike I'm fainting and you're keeping me up. Yeah, yeah, dipping."

And before Steve knows it, in the course of a week and a half, he's dancing like he's born to do it and having an UNBELIEVABLE amount of fun doing it

I need Steve moving around, jumping and parkouring and crouching and rolling and after coming home, getting teary. His back doesn't hurt now. No more scoliosis

I need Steve eating with all the hot sauce and spices he wants with a huge smile and teary eyes. His stomach won't burn and hurt from the ulcer anymore no matter what he eats

I need Steve running for miles with Sam, and grinning proudly as he wipes his eyes. Because his heart doesn't skip several beats and palpilates like it's one second away from flat-lining anymore, his heart is strong now

I need Steve playing in the snow without a care in the world, smiling through glossy eyes because he won't get bed-ridden sick and fevers from cold anymore

I need Steve rough housing with Bucky and almost bursting out in tears because he can actually move now without Bucky having to hold back almost all of his strength. He's big and strong now

I need Steve laughing with tears in his eyes as he tries to turn off the smoke alarm in his apartment activated by the pasta he accidently burned. Because he doesn't fall into a coughing fit or have an asthma attack from the smoke anymore

I need Steve walking past a pharmacy and almost having a break down because he doesn't need countless pills and monthly check ups to make sure he's still functional anymore

I need Steve spending a day out with his friends, in the beach or anywhere at all, spending the entire day playing and moving around without once having to think about how tired he is or will be. Breaking out into tears once he's home and crying against Bucky's shoulder with the goofiest smile in his face. Because he doesn't need to worry about the pain that will follow tomorrow and weeks after anymore

I need Steve feeling proud if himself while carrying an injured civilian in his arms. Because he finally has the power and strength to help people like he always wanted now

I need Steve walking up three flight of stairs without breaking a sweat, and getting teary because he doesn't feel like his body is going to collapse from the fatigue that used to come from just three steps of stairs

I need Steve looking a picture of himself pre-serum while smiling in tears, and thanking him for not giving up. Thanking him for keeping going. Thanking him for giving him the body he has now. Thanking his mother for never giving up on him. For making him the man he is today. Oh how he wishes she could see him now

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