alex: i want that one

me: alex pls, you’re the same age as bucky, you shit on his best friend, lied that you’re steve rogers, almost killed him during the civil war etc..

  he’s stepping towards the ex murder veteran. it’s a support group, so he’s sitting quietly, pretending to listen to what all these people told. in the years he worked for the ssr he learned to fake these things very well. as if he was almost with no feelings at all. just america’s sweetheart.  was he any better then the winter soldier? is he the one who could blame this man when he, without brainwashing, killed thousands of innocents without questioning? he couldn’t tell.

  “time to, brooklyn soldier.”

Steve grinned as the blush covered Bucky’s cheeks, even for a moment. He had loved this man for longer than he could admit to himself - he felt as if perhaps he’d always loved him, even when it was dangerous to do so. He leaned up into the kiss, pulling him closer by his hips as he teased Bucky’s mouth open with his own.

“Really really really?” he asked, chuckling softly as he brushed some of Bucky’s hair out of his eyes.

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    Peter watches the older man get dressed from where he’s buried underneath his blankets. The room smells like sex and Peter sighs, sitting up and reaching into his night-stand drawer for a lighter and a cigarette.

    He feels a little pathetic at having had to pay somebody for sex and the fact he’s growing more than fond of Bucky. (He’d make a joke about that being how good the older is at sex, but he feels like it’s the wrong moment.)

   Peter lights the cigarette and takes a long drag, blowing the smoke out in slow puffs. 

  He swallows.