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“So, Flash’s throwing a party this weekend, and is inviting everyone.” – Ned said first thing that morning over his locker.
“Yeah?” – Peter asked distractedly while taking his books from it and locking it with a small thud, turning to give his friend the due attention for politeness’s sake.
Everybody knew Flash hated his guts and, honestly, he had to admit that since the whole male escort incident and the fact that rumors said he was the one who started it this time around, he couldn't say the guy was his favorite person in the world at the moment too.
“Yes! And he’s inviting you and your better, more lethal half, apparently.” – the shorter boy said excitedly, bouncing on his feet.
To which Peter could only snicker, amused.
“…Yeah, not gonna happen.” – he had to say it sardonically, shaking his head at the very idea.
Bucky'd probably prefer another bullet through the shoulder over it and he couldn't say he was far off too.
But when he turned back to his friend, he was surprised by the dejected expression on his face.
“…What-? Ned… Bucky’ll never say yes to it.”
“But it's a party!”
“A high school party, probably with loud pop music and illegal drinking and stupid games an adult would roll their eyes to and lots of people. Can't imagine he enjoying himself too much there.”
“But-,… It’s just that-. We didn’t get to know him and I thought maybe a party would be less intimidating to us all than just setting a meet up time officially, y’know?”
“…Ned, I don’t-, I mean-… People can’t know I’m dating Bucky Barnes, Ned. How is it bringing him to a party full of colleagues any helpful?”
“He’s a master spy, isn’t he? Couldn’t he just go on a disguise?”
“Why?” – he asked exasperatedly, shaking his head in question.
“… Ok, I-I’ll just come out and say it: MJ and I are starting to think you’re ashamed of us.” – Ned blurted out nervously, biting his lips when he just looked at him, shocked.
“What? W-why?”
“Because it has been months since you two started this thing and you introduced him to your aunt, and you know his friends, but you never even tried to introduce us. So…”
“Jesus, Ned… Its-… It’s not that.”
“So, what is it?”
“First of all, he’s friends only with the new Cap, and I already knew him. We all fought on that airport in Germany, before the blip and we go to the same places, y’know? It never-, it was never an official thing-...”
“So, you will introduce us?”
“I-…” – he hesitated for a second trying to think how to explain that he was afraid of letting any clearer that he was, in fact, a high schooler to his boyfriend and getting him to freak out again about it despite the fact that he was legal.
And dry swallowed at the way the hopeful expression on his friend’s face closed off at it, becoming distant and formal.
“All right, I didn’t want to do this, but here it is: We’ll all meet on the party this weekend, unless some sort of end-of-the-worldly event happens again, and I’ll not speak with you until we do, Peter. I can’t be friends with someone who’s ashamed of me, I’m not that kind of person.” – he declared evenly with a final nod before turning away and leaving.
“Ned, c’mon, it’s not like that…” – he tried still, but the other one just kept going, ignoring him.
Well, damn.
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He tried to talk to Ned the whole day, but oh boy wasn't he keeping his word.
MJ just watched it all, looking so sincerely done with all their bullshit, but not getting much involved either.
“It's your bullshit, so you two figure it out. Besides, I do wanna meet the supersoldier boo and gather his intentions with your ass, y'know?” – she said over lunch, measuring him up.
“MJ…”
“I really don't wanna details of what he wants with his ass, MJ.” – Ned said to her, taking a sip of his chocolate milk, pointedly ignoring his general vicinity while at it, even though he was between him and MJ.
“Well, I do.” – she talked back, making him choke a bit and look at her stupidly at the same time that Peter turned to her with a scandalized expression, flustered by the idea. – “No-, not like that. I'm not that kind of ace but I'm not a perv too. I mean, I am curious about it and you did promise to spill some tea, but I just want to know what's his deal. Get to know his intentions.”
“I already told you, MJ-…”
“Yeahyeahyeah, that he's nice, he's attentive and takes care of you, that he's made of what dreams are made of and perfect in every way-, God, I'm making myself sick with your lovey-dovey stupid selective blindness."
“I never said he's perfect, c'mon…” – he protested, embarrassed, feeling the tip of his ears hot.
“K, tell me 3 things about him that pisses you off to help me picture him as an actual human being then.”
“He gets stupid-protective sometimes? Like, he jumped in front of half a dozen armed mercenaries opening fire to give me cover once and that's bullshit. Humm… His last phone was a flip phone, and now that he has a real one, he doesn't know how to use it, like a grandpa, and just doesn't care to learn. And I’m telling you this, but he’s actually a tec nerd. He thinks I don’t know about it, but I know he’s been catching up with all the technological breakthroughs of the last century, cause he knows about clouds and what Skype is and YouTube… But he still refuses to make an effort to be easier to find. Like, who doesn’t have any form of social media these days? Oh! And he still refuses to really use text to talk. When he does it’s usually super short, or almost a letter, no middle ground. A-and he likes to act like a jerk sometimes for fun, but I can't give you an example, cause the only one I can think about its… sort of private? But-. Yeah, and I know he carries a pack of cigarettes with him, even though I never saw him smoking? But back in the 40’s I think it was fashionable, so maybe it’s a nostalgia thing? That doesn’t really piss me off though, I just worry-… Oh-kay. I’ll stop talking.” – he interrupted himself at the piercing stare Michelle was giving him.
“…Thanks, you just made you two sound even more grossly couple-y, actually. I hope to God when we meet this weekend, he'll be less gross than you make it sound.”
“But-, you asked-…”
“So, MJ, you’re really going to Flash’s party this weekend?” – Ned interrupted them, turning in her direction with his full body, clearly excited.
“And miss a chance of snooping around Thompson’s house without having to be friends with him? No way.”
“That’s exactly what I thought!”
“And also, I really do want to meet the boo, if he'll be there.” – she answered, pointing at Peter with her chin.
“Yeah.” – Ned said pointedly, still without looking at him. – “Me too.”
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“No.” – he winced a bit from his side of the line, at the flat tone on James’ voice at it.
“Bucky…”
“A high school party?” – he repeated, incredulously. – “Why?”
“It’s just that Ned really wants to meet you and now he and MJ apparently think I’m ashamed of them and he’s not talking to me till I introduce you and prove I’m not ashamed and I miss my best friend.” – he babbled nervously, bouncing his leg uncomfortably, sited on his bed.
“Can’t we arrange something involving less teenagers around treating us like circus animals?”
“Actually, it’s illegal to have wild animals in circuses these days?...”
“Not the point, sugar.” – he admonished, making him more anxious with his unimpressed reaction with it all so far.
“It’s just-!... You’re busy this whole week and he won’t talk to me till you met and they’re going to the party even if we don’t and he won’t talk to me. He’s so mad…” – the younger one whined miserably, dropping on his back over the mattress, covering his face with his free hand.
And he could swear he could hear the ‘and that’s his problem, ain’t it?’ on the long silence in the other end of the line, but then Bucky just sighed long-sufferingly, and he felt his heart swell from what he knew it’d come next.
“All right, sweetheart. I’ll do it.”
“Really? God-, thank you!” – he sat back up excitedly, biting his lips, cause MJ was right, that man was perfect.
“The things I do for you, Pete…” – he grumbled, still underwhelmed by the whole idea, and yet he noticed de small affectionate smile tinting his voice and felt like he swallowed sunshine.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” – he muttered softly, smile on his voice too.
And felt a little shiver run through his spine at the way that voice purred back gently. – “Looking forward to that.”
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The theory of bringing his older boyfriend to a party? Was nothing like the practice.
People actually stopped mid step on their way inside the freaking huge house to look at their arrival on Bucky’s bike.
He felt like a strange mix between a rock star and a dissected frog from their reaction, and he could feel the older man’s muscles tightening at it too, bothered.
“If you want, we can turn back, Buck.” – he whispered over his shoulder, feeling his muscles tightening even more there, before he exhaled, shaking his head.
“Already here. Let’s get this over with, meet your friend and get this over with, love.” – he whispered back, turning the engines off and taking the dark rimmed glasses he brought with him on his breast pocket and putting them on.
He did look different with almost no 5 o’clock shadow on his face and the glasses.
He also looked distractingly hot.
He was heartbroken they had to come in and socialize when he could be worshipping the man's cock with his tongue while he looked back at him with those thick rimmed glasses over big blue eyes.
And it'd be wise to stop right now. He was making himself unbelievably horny with those thoughts.
“…You look nice." – he said softly getting his steel-blue eyes to focus on him.
“You too, baby.” – he said back with gentle eyes only for him, wetting those rosy lips with his tongue and not helping at all to get his head out of the gutter. – “Now, if you have to call me something stick with James. I'll not make you lie about me, but ain't gonna make it even easier for them to figure it out either.”
“You sure you don't want to go for an alias or something?”
“This should throw anyone off well enough… Bucky said, taking his gloves off casually, exposing his hands.
His common, regular looking hands, his digits slightly red from the driving. Both looking warm and calloused and human.
“That-…”
“Well, tech, yeah. Hope you like the look, cause it's weird, having it looking human again.
“Like it both ways, honestly. You know I am a fan of the vibranium one too, right? It's strong and badass and feels nice and cool against my skin. Which-…” – he grabbed the man's left hand with his own, interlacing their fingers languidly and sighing, satisfied. – “Yeah, still does, nice.”
“Wait till I put it on your back without warning next winter and see how you'll like it.”
He ignored the soldier's last low toned comment, running his thumb over the unyielding palm affectionately, thinking.
“…We have to come in, don't we?”
“Get the circus presentation inside, you mean.”
“I'm sorry.”
“No, Pete… I-. Well, if it's important to you it is to me too, that what a good relationship is about. It just feels a bit ridiculous, be judged by a bunch of high school snots, that's all.”
“They’re not judging you they’re envying me.” – he said back, remembering the muttered comments going around school about foxy stubbled older dude going out with the likes o Peter Parker.
The girls, specially, were scarily invested on his dating life now. And the nonviolent type of eventual homophobe would keep saying things like “that a real man" about his boyfriend and giving him speculative looks, like they assumed he was “the girl” of the pair, which, ridiculous.
But either way, people were impressed he got such a hot date and kept it.
He was too if he was honest.
“Right.” – Bucky snorted bemusedly, and Peter had to bite his lips to refrain of entering a serious discussion about the man’s assessment of his own value, cause that’d demand some time.
“Shut up, you’re great and I have awesome taste.” – he played off as a joke, making him smile happily and, yeah, that was better. – “Now, we find Ned and MJ, say hi, exchange some niceties and we can get away, promise.”
“Not gonna say hi to the party man, thank him for the snooping that turned you into a grouse?”
“That mean hooker?”
“Yep.”
“So, no. Preferably, we’ll not go anywhere near Flash, so you don’t maim him.”
“I'll behave sugar, swear over my mama’s grave.” – he said with the most untruthful tone he ever heard, getting a loud laugh out of him.
And at it, he could see the nosey rosey people around them trying even harder to gather bits of their low toned, private conversation.
“Alright Jamie, let’s get this over with.”
“Well, after you honey.” – he said, but threw his right arm over his shoulders, walking beside him to their destiny.
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Inside, it was pretty much the hell he tried to convince himself it wouldn’t be.
The house looked like it was made of windows, which, not good. And people kept coming to talk to him. People he didn’t even knew. And they’d go all ‘hey Parker, didn’t think you’d come! That your boyfriend?’ like he knew them.
So, he’d just say a weak hi and nod, before moving to the next strange, wandering eyes on the crowd, searching for Ned and his unique style or MJ’s head dwarfing almost everybody else.
James was taut like a string beside him, face on a neural, relaxed expression that said nothing about how his arm became stone over his shoulder, or how his steps changed quality, becoming light like he was ready to flee.
“You ok?” – he whispered concerned, trying to get the man’s eye, but he just shrugged, eyes fixed some point ahead.
“Fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
They where on single worded answers. Jeez, he was worried.
Last time he saw this, they where on the compound for their turns a few days ago and he woke Bucky up from clearly an awful nightmare and he grabbed a hold of his neck with his left hand on reflex, choking him briefly.
He didn’t have the heart to say to him after the weird way he acted right after, talking like that the whole night and, after, just apologizing repeatedly, clearly torn over it like he committed a crime against him that, in retrospect, that actually kinda of really turned him on.
But he’d been fine. The hold wasn’t even that strong. Didn’t leave a mark or anything and the feeling of being so absolutely on the man’s mercy even to do something as simple as breathe kinda got to him on a very naughty way.
God, he had to stop thinking about sexual stuff right now.
“Oh, there they are!” – he finally saw his best friend over the refreshments table, talking to MJ, and waved from afar, making MJ cover her face like she was embarrassed for him, but actually really was just trying to conceal a smile, and Ned wave right back, clearly over the moon for their arrival.
Bucky just nodded his head with a closed lip smile. Body still taut beside his while they braved their way there through overly friendly strangers and some pointedly judging looks from more conservative schoolmates.
“Good, you’re here. We thought maybe you wouldn’t come after all.” – MJ greeted them all cool and unconcerned and amazing, while Ned just looked at them like a starstruck kid meeting a childhood hero.
Which, not that far off.
“God, you’re-…”
“James, Ned. My boyfriend.” – he cut in before he could say something he shouldn’t, making the dark, dreamy eyes of his friend sharpen with comprehension.
“Sorry. Hey-, hi! I’m-I’m Ned, Peter’s best friend.”
“Hey.” – Bucky said back with a soft polite smile, signing with his hand in hello in such a cool way he’d never guess how tense and uncomfortable he was if he didn’t know him.
“A-and that’s MJ. MJ that-… you know.”
“Hi… Peter’s boyfriend.” – she said measuring him up, making Peter nervous about it.
But Bucky just inclined his head, taking a measure of her too. – “Yeah. Hi.”
“So… what are you guys think about the party?” – Ned asked still excitedly, clearly elated for finally getting his proof that Peter was not ashamed of them, even though they were acting a bit embarrassingly right now.
“Hell.” – Bucky said back promptly, on that deadpan way he did, getting an involuntary snort out of MJ, which, wow.
“Yeah, said that to him already.” – she agreed promptly. – “At least the snacks are ok. Not groundbreaking stuff, but…”
“I get now why these places are where you kids start drinking. Cause, only drunk to endure this.” – he said again looking around clearly unimpressed, getting an impressed nod out of her this time.
“I think I like you.” – she said like a huge concession, making James’ shoulder finally drop a bit more relaxed.
“You’re a tough crowd to please, clearly, so high compliment.”
“Just don’t call me kid anymore. I’m the same age as your boyfriend, it’s weird hearing it.”
“Point.” – he agreed with a grimace, looking away.
Which was probably a big red flag to the whole age-freak out thing, Peter thought anxiously.
“Well, that’s it! Introduced. Now I think we’ll be going-.”
“But Peter you just arrived!” – Ned protested immediately, interrupting him. Big, awed eyes still fixed on the man’s admittedly very attractive figure. – “We barely had the chance to talk.”
“I-…” – he tried to protest, but MJ just gestured him to stop, shaking her curly head.
“At least drink something. Don’t waste the travel.”
“Do they have alcohol around here?”
“You care if it’s illegal?”
“Not if we’re not caught.”
“Shouldn’t you be less chill about the whole underage drinking?”
“Sweetheart, ‘till ‘33 was still illegal to everyone. Started with 16 all the same.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart again, Sir. We’re not even close to there.” – Michelle said with affected dryness, getting an amused smirk out of Bucky.
“My bad, old habits die hard. Like drinkin’.”
“Do you even get drunk?”
“No but it does wonders for my mental health, the illusion that I can try.”
“Well… Sure then, this way. We have some beer and cheap vodka somewhere around.”
“Damn, Peter… I think you have a type.” – Ned whispered to him, getting a hold of his arm, still clearly starstruck by Bucky’s presence. But damn.
He had a point.
Beautiful, cool, witty and brooding looked right up his alley and MJ and James looked like a pair there.
Damn…
“Jesus, you’re right. I’m totally attracted to coolness.” – he whispered stunned, looking at the retreating figures making way to probably the kitchen, all cool and unbothered and striking.
Damn.
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Bucky was clearly trying to be a good sport about it all and Ned and MJ’s presence seemed to keep most curious nosey strangers at bay, but to Peter, it was clear he was getting overwhelmed.
He was starting to get weird about the windows, for one, guiding them to the few areas with solid walls and no view of the outside, and he was again light on his feet. Not making any sound.
And when people started to announce the party games, he excused himself to the restroom and disappeared.
He took some time to notice, cause the place was chaos and some colleges started to crowd him again, apparently less intimidated to do so now that the tall and imposing figure of his boyfriend wasn’t there, asking about how did they met, and if they were gay and how it was to date an adult… even if he felt pressured to get going now that he was with a proper man, not some fumbling boy.
It was mortifying and thank God MJ was there to shut people down.
But when he noticed how much time had passed? He started to freak out a bit.
“He’s taking too long. Do you see him somewhere?” – he asked agitatedly, looking around to try to trace him.
“No. Didn’t even see what direction he got. He vanished before I could say where the toilet was.” – Ned said, looking around too. – “You think everything’s fine?”
“I don’t know.”
“Go. You probably stayed too long around here anyways. Better beat it before Flash finds you both, even though I think he may be avoiding you, after JBB glared him down when he came by from behind you to get a drink.”
“Yeah… It was really nice to meet him, though. I hope we see you guys again sometime.” – Ned said wistfully, eyes distant and happy.
“Thank you, guys.”
“Thank you, Peter. It means the world.”
“Yeahyeah, nice, whatever, just go loser.” – interrupted MJ, shooing him off.
And he didn’t have to be told again, he just ran, getting an idea to where to find the man.
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“Thought I would find you here.” – Peter said softly, jumping to the house roof on light feet.
“Hey…”
“Hey.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I-…”
“It was getting to be too much?”
“Not exactly what you signed for, innit?”
“C’mon, don't say that. It’s okay. I-I get it. I was getting overwhelmed too.”
“I-… It was just so loud and crowded and exposed…” – the soldier forced out on that low husky tone he got, making his heart hurt a bit, cause clearly it was taking a lot for him to say that to him.
It warmed his heart too, that effort he was making constantly on being open, even if it wasn’t perfect.
He knew, for instance, he had something on his mind for some time. Something he was hesitant to share for some reason.
But he’d wait. Cause for a thing like that, there was so many moments like this, where he’d be hurting and still choose to show him the wound, even though all he wanted to do was protect himself.
“Yeah, it was a lot. And they couldn’t just leave us alone.” – he whined, agreeing, sitting down beside the hunched figure, just close for now. – “I never spoke with half of those people before.”
“They’re just kids. Just a brunch of snots with no idea-… And they have your age, Pete. They’re your people and I’m-…”
“Please don’t go down the too young road again. I’m legal, I’m willing. More than, actually”. – the younger interrupted with a mix of worry and exasperation, turning on his side to better look at the man, pleadingly. – “Please don’t freak out over it again…”
“I… it gets to me too, Pete. How couldn't? You're so young and full of life and new experiences ahead of you and I'm-… out of time.”
“Bucky-…”
“It's not just it, sweetie. It's not only age. I'd probably feel ancient anyways with whoever I tried to date cause I lived at the same age most people's grandparents did. It's that I'm not whole. I have no idea how old I am, besides 107. I have more memories of being a thing than as a man, seems like it… And I lashed out at you already and I can't get that outta my head, and I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired, Peter… And… I miss Steve. There’s not one day I don’t feel it like a gut punch and how's that fair to you, me being here, keeping you, when I still-…
…And there it was.
That's what he'd been holding back. He should've known.
He wished it didn't hurt, being reminded of what Bucky had to lose for then to be there, but it did. Steve Rogers gave up his shield for this man. He fought friends and became a criminal and died to bring him back among everybody else.
How could he ever be good enough was completely beyond him.
“You think about him?” – he asked hesitantly biting his lip and looking away again.
“All the time.” – Bucky replied on a broken voice, making his eyes water from the rawness of feelings there.
“…When you're with me?” – Peter had to be sure. He didn’t really want to know, but he had to.
“I-… not like that. I don't wish you were him, Pete, swear to God.” – the soldier countered with a tired urgency, swallowing a few times to try to loosen the knot on his throat. - “But I'll carry him with me forever. I can't not. And how is it fair to you? This?”
“…I'll not give up on us because you're still grieving!”
“But you can do better.”
“Why you're saying this-?” – the smaller one questioned, frustrated and scared, leaving the older man’s side to crouch opposite to him to better look at his eyes.
“That girl. Michelle. You're sweet on her.” – he stated expressionlessly, still refusing to look at him.
“I-.wh-…?”
“…She likes you too, I think.” – he completed then with a small humorless huff of laugh, smiling pained.
“Not like that.” – Peter promised, taking a hold of the man’s arm, resting over his knees.
“But you like her.”
“I-… she's awesome. She's super cool and funny and badass and I did have a crush on her last year, but it doesn't matter. I love you!” – the younger said urgently, shaking his head and grabbing that arm more firmly under his fingers, almost shaking it too. – “I love you.”
“Would be better off with her, sweetheart.” – he responded wearily, taking off the thick rimmed glasses and pressing his eyelids with the tip of his fingers.
“Still isn’t what I want. I chose you. I did it months before I cornered you at the compound and I'm still doing it cause that's what I want.” – Peter said firmly, holding the soldier’s face on gentle fingers, finally making their eyes meet. – “What about you? What do you want?”
“To be safe to be around.” – Bucky whispered, eyes glassy and so sad it hurt to look at. – “To never hurt someone innocent again. Specially you. To see you happy…”
“You do. You make me happy.”
“But I hurt you.”
“It was just a reflex thing cause I got stupid with my approach and it was just for a second! You got hold of it so quick, and it didn't even bruise and it-… I-… God… I-… I-I'll just say it: itkindaturnedmeon. So, there.” – he blurted out, feeling his face hot with shame, but uncapable of keeping it for himself anymore. He had to know it wasn’t that big of a deal. He had to.
“You said-…” – and at that, James finally looked like he was really there, eyes animated with shock and confusion, piercing him while those lips hung open in surprise.
“That it-it was kinda hot, in retrospect, get your hand around my neck, controlling if and how much I'd breathe, it’s all. I’m not traumatized or anything. It kinda felt good."
“Pete I was choking you. For real.”
“Spidey sense tickled the first 2 seconds, when you really were disoriented, but then your eyes regained focus and that was it. I knew you'd never hurt me willingly and like I said it didn't even bruise.”
“I-… you amaze me every day, love.” – he said slowly, clearly still too shocked to be able to say much.
“You're weirded out now?” – Peter asked guiltily, focusing on the man’s knees to avoid looking at those blue-gray eyes and pressing his lips together embarrassedly.
“No. No, love… I just-. I killed people like that. A lot of-… And you’re saying you trust me to-…”
“We don't have to do it, y'know? I-I'll never really want something that makes you uncomfortable, but…”
“God, Peter. How can you trust me?”
“Easy: I know you, your intentions, I have an amazing 6th sense that tells me when something’s off and what to look for and I can handle it if you lose control. I think I may be stronger than you after all, man.” – the younger replied promptly, ending it with a soft shy laugh, eliciting one little still a bit broken one back from the man.
“I don’t deserve you, sweetheart.”
“Still has it. Not gonna go anywhere till you kick me out.” – he stated, pretending to joke, getting another soft little laugh out of the tired soldier.
“…Thank you. Really.”
“Thank you for coming, even though you knew it’d be hell.”
Bucky just shook his head without a word, looking at the horizon for a bit. Streetlights casting a yellowed glow over his skin.
“…Can’t believe Ned was giving you the cold shoulder. He’s the merriest person I’ve ever seen.” – the man thought out loud, making him laugh.
“Yeah…Was scarry specially for that.”
“Now your friend is good with you?”
“Yeah. He loved you. They both did. I mean…” – he paused for a second, marveled. – “Man… You made MJ snort unironically. You are a hero.”
“She’s tough as nails, ain’t it?”
“That’s what makes it so impressive.”
“She’s not happy with our relationship.”
“She was worried.” – he admitted. – “…I don’t think she is anymore. She liked you.”
“She cares for you.”
“She’s my friend. That’s what friends do.” – Peter emphasized, looking at him again, trying to convey all the certainty he felt over it and smiling satisfied when the man gave him a tiny nod in return. – “Now, let’s get out of here before someone else materializes with the sole purpose of meddling and making us miserable, alright?”
“Won’t have to say it twice, sugar.” – Bucky agreed promptly, getting up with a gracious kind of balance, light on his feet and sure where he stepped on.
“Need help getting down?”
“What? You’ll carry me like a damsel outta a tower?”
“If it gets you going, who am I to judge?”
“You are awfully strong, love, I'll give you that…” – he answered with a small smile, putting his fake glasses back on, which, oh, right… Jesus. – “You like the glasses, don’t you? …Thought I saw your pupils going wide before.”
“They look really nice on you.” – he admitted shily, taking a deep breath before admitting. – “Would like to see more of them sometime.”
“Jesus… You’re a hungry little thing. If I didn’t have to take you back to your aunt, sugar…”
“Raincheck?”
“Yeah.” – Bucky said softly, making him bite his lips, holding back a smile.
“Let’s go then.”
“After you, sweetheart.”
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