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She had just finished the last touches to work clothes and slipped into her heels before making her ways out of the door. A small smirk playing across her face that stood out against the rest of her because of the rouge color that stained her lips. Silently, even in heels, she made her way towards a certian soldier.

And yet--

He still missed them, the company, the soft smiles of the humans he’d bonded with and grown close to. Thor had grown used to being alone, resigning himself to the fact that he would spend the rest of his existence within the woods that had once been said to be a place of magic, now a place of darkness and beasts like himself. But he’d never become used to the loneliness of it all, mind and body aching for the touch of another being, greedy for even a sliver of acknowledgement that was not forged out of violence or fear. He accepted his fate, however, when it was handed to him in the form of a man, someone beautiful with blue eyes and blonde hair.

Someone who didn’t look like a monster. 

A slayer of monsters and protector of humans.

He’d heard tales of the hero in the north, the new protector of mankind who was enough of a legend for his stories to make it all the way to Thor’s own woods. 

The hero who had invaded his home, who was bold enough to stand in front of Thor right in this moment.

“Hero, to what do I owe the pleasure of earning your presence?”

His voice crackled, fizzling with the disuse of centuries of silence and the soft hum of the lightning that inhabited his body. Thor was not prepared for a fight, his body tired and aching, he was not going to give the humans what they wanted. There was no purpose in defending himself or hurting their hero, he didn’t want to fuel their horror stories.

It’s been a long while since he’s felt truly home, felt anywhere connected to his life before Captain America. To think that back in their time, two men dancing as they were was decades away from acceptable. Firm arms find themselves wrapping tighter around Bucky as he hears his old friend’s heart quicken. Its only second nature for him to want to make the other feel safe and secure, and in that  moment, it seems like the best way to do so.

“Am I?” His head shifts so he can look into  Bucky’s eyes, finding the worry he expected written in them. Steve wishes he could take all the weight away from his friend, erase every ghost that haunts him,  to protect Bucky the same way that the other had for him years back.

He chuckles at the words, although he knows it’s Bucky’s way of avoiding what is going on inside his mind. Steve wasn’t going to let it go, but he allows a half smile to cross his lips for the time being. “Maybe so, or they might just be jealous that I managed to score the perfect dance partner for the evening.” There’s a small smirk resting on his lips, eyes locked with Buck’s.

“You ever wonder…what it would’ve been like if we’d told each other back then?….Think you would’ve said something?” He asks, partly to distract Buck from the wistful thoughts, though at the same time, for a while he’d been curious to hear the answer.

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A little smile crossed his face. Dancing had always been something he enjoyed, and was good at, and there were plenty of times he’d wished for just this, to be swaying along with Steve. It had been at the back of his mind every time he dragged Steve to a dance hall, every time he offered  to teach him to dance. HYDRA had robbed him of it, as they had all joys in his life, and it seemed fitting that he reclaim it with Steve. But the eyes on him made him uncomfortable. He tried to focus on Steve instead.

He thought about that, what it would’ve been like if he’d confessed his feelings. Steve had been so sick that it felt selfish to even consider it. But the way Steve asked the question, knowing he felt the same back then, it made Bucky reconsider. Was it selfish, or had he just been scared? 

Hi yes I asked for validation but not to be called out by all three of them (drafts, angst, and my Hufflepuff ass). 😂💕 If you don’t know or understand I’ve been RPing for like a year and a half now on here.

RPing with @nobunaga-the-warlord about a year??? Maybe more?? Which look I don’t know why but we either end up in HP hell like it said of just general hell. Sometimes a little dark and spicy. We like pain. :) cutesy stuff? Rarely happens unless it’s in OOC conversations which we then rarely apply to our whatever kind of threads we do. I love them :)

@stripedshield Uh pretty sure they’ve been around since like basically the creation of my blog? (Nobunaga too maybe but like I don’t remember things well). ANYWAYS they’re DEFINITELY calling me out on my Hufflepuff tendencies. I’m through and through. I’m terrible. Such a Hufflepuff and damn do I love them so much that they know me well enough to say it. Plus our threads? Always have been a favorite of mine. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Their writing is so fucking good. I love it. (Also example why I haven’t written a reply to our thread yet today. I’m waiting and honing my skill for a day or two to get that shit done.)

@nxptunx-in-rxtrogradx / @corvusdeluna Yes, hi, Hewwo. Okay so I know I said this in the discord group but I really do laugh every time I think of the walking, talking, blueberry line. Pure 👏🏽 fucking 👏🏽 gold. I’m pretty new to writing with them but we have a lot more ton of OOC interactions and they’re so sweet! I can’t wait to see what other shenanigans out characters get into and what else we scream about!

𝟜𝔽.  ℍ 𝕖 ’ 𝕕    𝕘 𝕖 𝕥   𝕓 𝕒 𝕔 𝕜   𝕚 𝕟  𝕥 𝕙 𝕖 𝕣 𝕖  𝕒 𝕟 𝕕   𝕥 𝕣 𝕪   𝕒 𝕘 𝕒 𝕚 𝕟. The scribbles on the sheet were only another hurdle, an obstacle in ink on the road and he was far from throwing in the towel. Giving up was not an option. Standing up to power-hungry thugs was a necessity, and as much as Steve hates the thought of war, aware of all the rotten fruit it bears - loss and death. Injustice.  Separation of loved ones…family, lovers, close friends. Running away is never an option.

It hadn’t come as a surprise to him that Bucky had enlisted, what came much more as so was how late in the game he’d finally brought it up. Steve’s eyes are nearly glued to his own enlistment form , slender fingers tracing over the printed words. Found not acceptable for induction into active military service. There had to be a way, a hidden passage to wriggle his way through, and the time for finding the crawlspace was running out.

  Svelte fingers grasp onto the sheet of paper a little tighter, blue eyes following the brusque rustle of tossed down papers. “I always assumed you were going to go. Just hard to believe you’re already another step closer to gettin’ out there.” He pauses, eyes diverting back to his form.”I should be going with ya. who else is gonna keep ya from pullin’ careless stunts out there?” 

 There is a solemn grin on Steve’s lips,  sun rays trying to brighten the day behind gloomy rain clouds, and yet his stomach sinks down, and  the depth of the concern is written in his eyes as they look up to meet Buck’s. There is some good left in the world, and Bucky Barnes is a big piece of so in Steve’s life.

 It’s yet another reason he has to keep fightin’. Another reason to keep taking a stance, to keep returning to enlist day after day,  no matter what the consequences might be. He can’t condone Buck  to go out there and risk his life on is own, not without giving everything he can to stand and fight alongside him.

     “No one’ll need to. I only get into trouble because of you.” The words came gently, bringing warmth to his teasing in each word, but it was true. Back alley fistfights, scolding from adults when they’d trespassed and the occasional run-in with a truancy officer all littered Bucky’s past, but they all had one thing in common. He had simply been following Steve. From the stories his father told him as a boy, Bucky knew that war would be absolute hell on Earth. Without Steve there Bucky could only hope he’d be able to keep his head on straight so he could come home. 

     Ever since Steve’s first rejection, Bucky had been plagued with nightmares of Steve ending up on the front lines. He was small and agile, but he had always looked like an easy target. If the bullies in their neighborhood could see it, he didn’t doubt the Nazi’s would as well. 

     “I know…” Bucky knew Steve would want to go to war. Not out of a warped battle lust like some of the men he’d seen at the enlistment offices, or out of a desire for glory. The world was on the precipice of disaster and it felt more and more like everyone knew that as the days went on. If they wanted any good to be left when the dust settled, fighting was the only real option. 

     Swallowing hard Bucky reached inside his coat, hesitating for a moment. Enlisting had been easy, in his eyes it was the only road open to him. Son of a soldier, and an honest man, Bucky wouldn’t be able to face life while waiting for conscription. It was only a matter of time for him, but deep down he knew he’d be facing that hurdle alone. Even if Steve couldn’t see it, Bucky knew they’d never let him fight.