#theapatheticmoose

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Bucky remembered the Soldier. It was easier for everyone if he pretended he didn’t, if he acted like the nightmares were gone as soon as he awoke, if he acted like the Soldier was someone he knew about but didn’t know. 

It helped sometimes. Sometimes it helped to make comparisons, because even the worst days were never so bad as they’d been, and that was a reason to keep fighting, right there. Sometimes he used it like a stick to beat himself with - the Soldier had fought bleeding and broken and inches from death, and there was no way that Bucky Barnes would do less. 

Sometimes, though, Bucky Barnes wanted to take a break from it. Wanted to wear something soft, or eat something nutritionally void, or give up before he was at breaking point. Sometimes Bucky Barnes got really goddamn sick of having to keep blowing strands of hair away from his face, unwilling to move to shift them because it’d mean a moment’s wavering of concentration on his target. 

He sometimes wished he knew how to make things a little goddamn easier on himself, but that was definitely one of those things Hydra stole. 

“Hey, let me get that for you.” 

Hawkeye - Barton - who was also stuck on this goddamn rooftop with him. Who was equally as swift and deadly but maybe a little less concerned with obedient dedication when the only aim was to train. Bucky startled a little at the hands in his hair, brushing it back away from his face and tying it back into a bun without tugging too hard or coming close to moving his head. 

“Thanks,” Bucky said, shape of the word unfamiliar. 

“Oh, hey, lemme -”

A butterfly touch on his cheek, Barton’s finger callused and improbably soft, brushing away an eyelash that Bucky wouldn’t even have noticed for hours, that would’ve been a slow-growing torturous tickle that he would’ve stoically endured because it wouldn’t’ve occured to him to do anything else. 

There was a hint of a grin in Bucky’s periphery, an archer’s gloved hand in front of him, impeding nothing of his view. 

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple + 99. Magical Accidents 

Well, first of all there’s already this VERY GOOD FIC (not by me) where Thor thinks they’re married and gives them a sword and they have to try to magically annul it: Marriage-Gift

if you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it?

i’d less change it and more like expand on it. bc i love how billy & steve posture each other at the halloween party, but as we all know, the camera then follows nancy. i’d love to see what went down. did they just stare at each other? did they say some snarky shit?if i had my way, yes they did. and maybe something mildly flirtatious on billy’s end that everyone else takes as a mocking threat.

if you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? why?

“If you don’t stop moving around, I’m going to stab you in the eye,” Foggy says, warningly, one hand cupping Matt’s face and the other carefully applying eyeliner on him. He has no idea how he got into this, other than the fact that Foggy asked him if she could and he said yes immediately because it’s--it’s Foggy. “It may or may not be an accident.”

“I’m already blind,” he says, sighing, shifting in place to get more comfortable where he’s sitting on the bed with Foggy straddling him, basically sitting in his lap. “There’s not a lot more damage you can do.” 

Foggy just huffs softly and tightens her grip on his jaw. 

Matt’s been hard since the second she climbed on top of him. He’s pretty sure she hasn’t noticed yet.

“I knew you were bad at sitting still,” she says, “but you’re doing some record-breaking fidgeting here, buddy.” 

“I agree to be your willing test subject,” Matt says, “and all I get are threats and insults.” 

Foggy laughs, so close to his face that her hair brushes his cheek. It smells like lavender. It used to be vanilla. 

He purposefully smells her hair way too often.