Bucky/Brady and the title It's Easier if you Loosen Up for the five sentence fic prompt
Strong fingers close round his and ease the bottle from Bucky’s grip. The shape in front of him coalesces into Brady—he’s half-standing in shadow, and the moon drips silver mercury along the line of his jaw. “I won’t fly with a drunk. Come on.”
Bucky lets himself be pulled to his feet. The sensation is familiar, even if the hands doing it are not. He makes a half-hearted grab for the bottle and isn’t surprised when Brady holds it out of his reach. “It’s easier,” Bucky tries to explain, but his tongue’s heavy with grief and drink and the words slur together before they’re even out of his mouth. “Makes it—makes it easier.”
Hands, on him again. They’re warm, the fingers callused. “I know,” Brady says quietly. “Since when do you care about easy?”
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