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Steve Rogers, an artist during the 30’s and a soldier during WWII who knows full well what Dadaism and fatalistic humor are: There’s bleach under the sink–

Bucky Barnes, the guy who listened to Steve’s art rants in the 30’s, watched his back in WWII and went through 70+ years of shit: –And a rope in the supply closet if you want options.

A sneak peek into life at the cabin, then the boys make it home to New York. Sweetness and fluff, a smidge of barely there plot, just our faves in love and figuring out life together 

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(only one chapter left after this one!) 

*********************** The first night Steve slept at the cabin there was a hilariously complicated discussion of which of them would sleep where in the giant bed, with Steve listing several well thought out reasons as to why he should be able to sleep closest to window.

Tony shut him down neatly by declaring, “Spangles, anytime you’re near a window you are throwing yourself out of it just to be dramatic. Why would I let you start out mornings by jumping out of the loft to get a head start on the morning run?” and Bucky howled with laughter over Steve’s offended expression.

“I don’t always jump out windows!” he shot back and Bucky laughed even louder. “Fine. Fine! Bucky can sleep closest to the window then.”

“Wait, what if I want to sleep by the window?” Tony pointed out, sticking his nose in the air when two super soldier leveled incredulous looks his way. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m allowed to sleep by the window!”

“You absolutely are not.” Steve disagreed at the same time Bucky retorted, “Th’hell ya are!”

“We need you right in the middle.” Steve explained, patting the center of the bed. “That way Bucky can protect you from one side and I can protect you from the other.”

Domestic bliss and like, three lines of plot and fluffy fluffiness. That’s it. That’s the whole chapter. I promised there wouldn’t be any more angst and I am making good on that promise by delivering only tooth rotting fluff between Winteriron and Stony for the rest of the fic. 

Enjoy!

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****************** It rained that afternoon, dark grey clouds gathering and cracking open in sheets, the drops coming down loud on the roof and running off the porch overhang to form puddles in the yard.

Tony found Bucky outside with a blanket around his shoulders, staring off into the distance with a faraway expression on his face, and he cleared his throat so Bucky knew he was there– it was never a good idea to sneak up on a soldier, much less a super one– before joining him at the railing.

“You like the rain, Buck? I thought I knew just about everything about you, but I didn’t know that.”

“I hate the rain.” Bucky corrected, opening the blanket up and folding Tony into the warmth, snuggling close together in the chilly air. “Or at least I used to. Now I don’t mind it so much.”

Tony burrowed into Bucky’s chest,  sliding both arms around his waist and resting his cheek on the t shirt before asking, “Why’s that?”

“Used to hate it cos the apartment in Brooklyn would leak.” Bucky left a kiss on Tony’s hair and tucked the blanket more securely around his shoulders. “Stevie would get sick and cough real bad. Everything would be damp and sorta smell for a few days after. Hated it. Then the war came and doin’ drills, marching, sleepin’ in tents, all that sorta thing is miserable in the rain.”

“You slept in a tent like twice.” Tony informed him. “All the other times you were bunking with Steve or sneaking into the dorms to sleep by me.”

“And I had to walk through the mud to get there, didn’t I?” Bucky said dryly, holding Tony tighter when he shook with laughter. “Still counts.”

The unbearable softness of this chapter….the throwbacks to moments from their very first tie together… a reminder that intimacy doesn’t have to mean sex …open communication through every moment…loving your partner through physical and emotional changes…oh the softness.

(Also, I’m realizing that I’ve been stalling on writing/editing these chapters because I am not ready for this series– which has taken a combined nine months of my life to write– to end?? SAVE ME) 

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“I need a minute.” As they made it into the cabin, Tony broke away from a kiss, then made a sort of sad noise and stood on his toes to give Bucky another one, and when Bucky chuckled, he scolded. “Don’t laugh. If you could kiss you, you wouldn’t want to leave either.”

“I don’t want to leave whether I can kiss…” Bucky made a face. “…well anyway. I don’t want to leave. Why do you need a minute? You alright?”

“I’m fine.” Tony linked their fingers and tugged Bucky towards the fireplace. “I’m just– wow, I am so good right now, but I need four seconds to–” it was fairly hilarious to watch Tony dig out his wallet, get it open and attempt to dig through the money inside all without letting go of Bucky’s hand, and any other time Bucky might have laughed over how ridiculous Tony was being.

Right now though, it was sweet that Tony didn’t want to let go, sweet and fairly close to mirroring how desperate Bucky was feeling at the moment, and he was tempted to snatch the wallet and toss it out the window just so he could have both Tony’s hands again.

“Oh hey, I got it.” Despite being one handed, Tony managed to produce a folded paper from his wallet and held it up triumphantly. “I’ve been carrying these in my wallet but now that you’re home…” he let the words trail off into a smile and smoothed out the paper on his leg before propping it up on the mantle next to the wildflowers. “…they can go back where they belong.”

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Maybe the best reconciliation scene I’ve ever written in my life? 

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Walking up the stairs of the cabin felt like sacrilege, felt like trodding on sacred ground, and Bucky felt like he had no business putting his hand on the door to push it open a little bit further. He was invading Tony’s space, Tony’s sanctuary, showing up uninvited to a place that had been meant for the man he used to be and Bucky didn’t belong. 

He didn’t belong. 

But the door swung open on perfectly oiled hinges and there was a thick Welcome mat waiting on the other side and that first step into the living room somehow felt like coming home so Bucky let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, dug his fingers into his hair and didn’t blink away the tears pooling in his eyes.

It was beautiful, it was perfect, and it was home and Bucky knew it as sure as he knew his own name. 

My name is Brooklyn and this is home. 

Peter: thank you, but I can’t

Bartender: why not

Peter:

Bartender:

Bucky discovers that Tony knew he was going to fall off the train. Tissues are needed. I promise this is the last real angst of the fic!

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And so do you.

So this chapter is 10k words (remember the days when my long chapters were 3000 words? Yeesh). Different scenes from our boys’ life as they learn to live together and reconnect and work through things and some moments are fairly intense. A few scenes are good and others are rough because sometimes in life the healing process jumps forward in leaps and bounds and sometimes it feels like we are right back where we started, but we dig down deep and keep going anyway and that’s what our boys do here too. 

Also, minor TW, Bucky has a flashback/breakdown and it’s just a little hard to read, I’ll mark it *** before it starts in case you need to skip. This is mostly from Bucky’s POV, following his journal entries. 

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I’m going to be okay

We’re going to be okay.

The three of us are going to be okay.

Bucky hadn’t realized exactly how much of the Tower had been shut down after Peggy’s passing until one day everything was on again.

Music played almost constantly in the background, at a low enough volume to blend into a calming white noise, jazzy but easy on the ears, only instrumentals and most of it piano music. Bucky thought maybe he recognized some of the tunes and it made him smile in surprise to think that maybe Tony had purposefully added music to the mix that would seem familiar to he and Steve.

The lights were on now too– every single light in every single room. There were lights in closets and lights in the pantry and at night when Bucky couldn’t sleep and would walk up and down through the Tower, even the stairs had lights in them so he wouldn’t trip. The hallways had lights along the baseboards and so did the elevator and even at some ungodly hour between midnight and sunrise when Bucky went looking for a snack, the cupboards in the kitchen were illuminated from beneath so he could see what he was looking for without turning on the main light.

“Why the lights?” he finally asked Steve one afternoon as Steve worked one of the punching bags. Bucky didn’t trust himself to throw a punch even for practice, even for exercise. He didn’t want to throw a punch, in fact he’d be happy if he never had to do it again. But Steve was Captain America and he had to keep in fighting shape so when he worked out, Bucky came and sat with him.

“Why the lights?” he asked again. “Why are there lights on everywhere in the Tower?”

Steve paused in his workout, wiping the sweat from his forehead and unwrapping what was left of the tape on his knuckles. “Tony can’t uh— Tony can’t be in the dark alone. He hates that sort of thing and since I feel the same way most days, he has JARVIS set to keep lights on constantly as long as we’re home.”

Holla for some good communication between our boys, a smidge of Stony nekkidness, and Bucky opening up. I love this chapter, I love that they are finally starting to take those big steps forward like we’ve been waiting for. Can’t wait to hear what you guys think. 

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******************* Colonel Rhodes and Pepper were waiting at the Tower when Tony, Bucky and Steve finally made it back from the cemetery and Rhodey opened his arms immediately for Tony, who walked right into him and let Rhodey tumble them back onto the couch for a prolonged hug and a few cheek kisses and what sounded like a “Do you want me to spend the night?” and Tony muttering, “I have super soldiers for that” and huffing when Rhodey jabbed at his side.

“Oh Tony.” Pepper bent to give him a kiss as well, running her fingers through his hair before straightening to tell Steve– “Captain Rogers, one of the senators is having an impromptu gathering in honor of Agent Carter’s passing–”

“Meaning he’s throwing a party and is trying to gain voter points by saying it’s for Peggy?” Steve guessed, undoing his tie and stuffing it into his pocket. “Wonderful. She’s been gone for seventy hours and is already being used as a political talking point.”

“You’re very familiar with that sort of thing, aren’t you?” Pepper raised her eyebrows knowingly, and glanced over at Bucky as she added, “And not to pile onto the line of thinking, but considering your not-so-long-ago status as fugitives and the fact that technically you’re here in the country before you were legally invited back, it wouldn’t be the worst thing for both you and Sergeant Barnes to make an appearance. Shake some hands, flash those charming smiles– remind both the powers that be and the general public that you are the good guys, that regardless of being super soldiers you still love and grieve just like the rest of us.”

“Pepper–” Steve sighed. “I don’t think I can really handle–”

“I’ll go with you if you want me to.” Bucky muttered, not taking his eyes off where Tony and Rhodey were still snuggled up. “Unless you think it’s a bad idea for me to be there, I’ll go with you, Stevie.”

“Of course,” Pepper cut into whatever else Steve was going to say. “You can tell me no and I’ll tell them to fuck off. Not many people are willing to argue what the CEO of Stark Industries says and even less people argue with what I have to say, so there won’t be any issue.”

“Aren’t you the CEO of Stark Industries?” Steve deadpanned, and Pepper wrinkled her nose, her smile just past wicked. “If it’s all the same to you, I think I’m too tired to pretend to care what a room full of politicians have to say.”

“I’ll tell them to fuck off.” Pepper said cheerfully. “Rhodey, are you staying here for the night?”

And here we say good-bye to Peggy. I like to think I gave her a proper send off, sweet and respectful with no one feeling like they’ve been left behind, and the chapter ends on a note of hope for our three boys. Still, tissues. Lots of them. 

Also, I know most comments after this will be *sobs* or teary emojjis, but I worked really REALLY hard on this chapter and there are some really beautiful moments/lines so I’d love to hear what you thought of those. 

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The call came at 5:19 am.

Tony knocked on Steve’s door first.

“Tony?” Steve rubbed at his eyes in confusion. “Sweetheart what time is it?” he glanced over at the clock, then back at Tony. “Oh no, did you work all night? I meant to come down and get you after my shower but I just passed out. God I hope you weren’t up waiting for me baby, I’m so–”

“Steve.” Tony held his phone up in a shaking hand, eyes already bright with tears. “Steve, we gotta– um, they called–” the words were barely audible. “The home? We gotta go see her before– before she–”

Oh.

Oh no.

I uh… well. Maybe have some tissues handy. Our boys finally see each other again and then they see Peggy and then Winteriron feels…. yeah. Maybe tissues.

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“There’s something we should talk about before we get back stateside.”

Steve hadn’t said a word for almost six hours, not since the jet had touched down on a dirt runway fifteen miles past city limits to pick them up. He and Bucky had boarded in silence and each taken a seat on the same side of the aircraft, tossing their bags in the other chairs and settling in for a long flight. Bucky had been acting off since they’d gotten word of Peggy, anxious and antsy and then shutting down bit by bit until he was barely meeting Steve’s gaze and hardly speaking at all, and it made Steve nervous.

He was nervous about what Bucky was thinking, nervous about seeing Tony again and seeing Peggy now that she was fading away and now he was tense over the conversation he had to have with Bucky, crossing his arms and tapping his feet and worrying at his bottom lip. It didn’t help that Bucky sat still through it all, hands clasped between his knees, expression shuttered and eyes averted.

It didn’t help at all. 

“I meant to tell you this before.” Steve finally said. “But I just– I just forgot, I guess. Or maybe I was putting it off? I don’t know. I’m so worried about Peggy and I’m worried about being on American soil again and I know we’re pardoned but I’m still worried about what they might want to do with you and I’m worried–”

“Stevie.” Bucky kicked him in the shin and Steve jumped, startled. “I know you’re in love with Tony.”

“…what?” If it wasn’t such an important moment, if they hadn’t have been flying back across the ocean to most likely say goodbye to Steve’s first love, the sheer paleness of his face might have actually been funny.

As it was, Bucky only shrugged, staring down at his hands as he repeated. “I know you’re in love with Tony.”

Okay so full disclosure, I finished this chapter while very sick and after a lot (ALOT) of cold medicine so be a teensy bit forgiving about editing errors lol 

That being said, I really honestly love this chapter, I love the differing POV’s and I love Bucky’s progression and I love how we get to see a piece of that fast talking, quick thinking, give no fucks Tony from pre-IM1 and I just really enjoyed telling this story in this format and I hope you guys have lots to say about it because it’s like 8000 words long. 

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Pepper cried when Tony got home from Siberia, recleaned and rebandaged the already healing scrapes, made him three different doctors appointments though he’d already been seen by two different specialists who had found no internal bleeding, no damage to the arc reactor or the muscles surrounding, and had assured Tony that the cuts on his head were superficial, that the bruise on his cheek would heal.

Pepper didn’t care what the other doctors had said, and she went along with Tony to the new appointments, holding his hand tightly and barking at the nurses to “Be careful!” as they drew blood for tests. 

Rhodey cried when Tony got a package in the mail nearly a week later, but it was tears of laughter, holding his sides as if they would split when the delivery driver called Tony ‘Tony Stank’ no less than six times as Tony signed for the box.

Tony didn’t cry until he sat on Steve’s bed and unfolded the letter, the flip phone laying beside him on the quilts. It didn’t even really say anything, the letter didn’t. Nothing more than a few sentences of generic platitudes ‘I’m glad to hear you made it home’ and ‘I regret your injuries’ and ‘I hope you understand the need for limited communication’.

Tony knew it was an attempt on Steve’s part to be as obscure as possible in case the letter ended up in someone else’s hands, someone like Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross who had been no more than a second shy of a screaming fit when Tony had come home from Siberia with neither the Winter Soldier nor Accord’s-breaker Captain America.

“You refusing to give up their location is damn near treason, Stark!” The Secretary had spat, jabbing his finger in Tony’s chest and Tony had simply put his sunglasses on and replied, “And you putting your hands on a national treasure such as my self is damn near a felony. Which of us is going to report the other?”

Idk guys… I had a thought, I wrote a thing and I can fully admit this is ridiculous. Also it’s gets the tiniest bit nekkid near the end. 

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It started out as a joke. 

“I can definitely do more push ups than Steve.” Sam said casually– oh so casually– over cereal one morning. “His muscles just look pretty, there isn’t any real strength there.” 

“You can definitely do more push ups than Steve.” Bucky casually– just so fucking casually– agreed, studiously ignoring the way Steve was coughing milk out his nose and swearing about how badly Trix tasted coming up the wrong way. “Your shoulders can carry the weight of the world, Steve’s are only there to balance out them ridiculous tiddies.” 

“Oh Sam can 100%, no questions asked, without even breaking a sweat, do more push ups than Steve.” Clint had to raise his voice over the ruckus Steve was making in the background. “Sams arms are like ebony pillars, Steve’s look like the supple limbs of an Irish milk maid who spends the afternoons staring at her reflection in ye olde river in the back of ye olde pasture.” 

“I can definitely do more push ups than Steve.” Sam decided. 

It started out as a joke. 

Then Steve yelled, “SQUARE UP MOTHERFUCKER!” 

And in between shouts of “Language Cap!” and Bucky congratulating Clint on a truly terrible comparison between Steve and ye olde Irish maiden and Natasha walking into the kitchen, surveying the scene and deciding she didn’t have the patience before walking back out–

–Suddenly it wasn’t a joke.

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So this chapter is… well it’s Siberia so of course it’s going to be difficult to read. Most of it is from Bucky’s POV and of course we have the altered Zemo!story which changes the dynamics of the scene as well. 

The writing style is a little choppy to reflect Bucky’s mindset, and it gets more jumbled as he wavers between Bucky/WS. It definitely isn’t as smooth as other chapters, with lots of repetition and focus on specific words. Anyway, I hope the format isn’t too annoying/difficult to read. Also, in case anyone is worried– Steve and Tony don’t fight in this one, or at least not like they did in the movie. 

I’ll say TW just because it’s difficult to watch/read Bucky break down…?

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********************* Standing next to Steve in the jet was the closest to stable Bucky had felt in weeks– in months– in years?– but as they began the descent in Siberia, he could feel the stability slipping away again.

There were too many memories here at the bunker and all the memories were painful. The ground outside was cold and dark but Bucky remembered it stained warm and red as he’d gone through drill after drill with the other soldiers, with handlers, with people they brought in just for him to take apart. He hadn’t been allowed a break until they were satisfied, and they were never satisfied until he was coughing up blood.

The bunker rose sudden and forbidding on the empty plain, far too innocuous for the horrors that had taken place inside, but Bucky could still remember the torture and the re-calibrating, the bars and cells and restraints, the punishments the disciplines, what they put him through for the good of HYDRA.

And when Bucky followed Steve off the jet with dragging steps, his stomach twisting and heart pounding, jaw clenched tight enough to hurt– the door to the bunker was open and he laughed quietly, a sound that felt a lot closer to a scream.

“Buck.” Steve put a steadying hand on his shoulder and Bucky didn’t know whether to lean into it, or shudder away, too many memories of painful touches over lapping with the few– so few– gentle ones he’d had. “You doing alright? You don’t have to come in here, I’ll go it alone. Go back to the jet, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not okay.” Bucky’s lips felt swollen, his tongue numb, the words slow. “I need to do this.”