#steadfastandfree

“It feels weird, you know,” Bucky said, not looking up at Steve. Instead, her eyes were fixed on her newly-fitted prosthetic as she flexed her fingers, open and closed, open and closed. “Not that I’m complaining, mind. This is loads better than the old one, and from everything the doctor said it’s also putting a helluva lot less stress on my bones. But still.” She clenched her hand into a fist and then let it relax, hearing only silence where the old mechanism would have made noise. “It feels weird.”

    “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that isn’t polite, Cap?”

     “I’m sorry, Natasha told you what?”

THEY’RE BACK

[cap]: Hey i’m gonna be home later tonight if you wanna drop lucky off now [cap]: He should be fine for a few hours right?

        “Wow. Seventy years later, you still can’t dance.” 

“You would not know! How would you know!” This was exactly the kind of conversation he wanted to be having with this man. A wild smile hidden in the stubble across his face, eyes alight and hand buried in a pocket as he strode at Steve’s side. “Not that you couldn’t defend yourself, but you shouldn’t have to! I swear, if I find out this is some new form of vigilantism - that you’re looking for serial killers...”