[ They saw it together in 1942 at HQ, Bucky got real thoughtful, after. He had his quiet moments in the War, and Steve tried not to push then, but it hurt. His best friend who never seemed to care much about the state of his collar or the smell of his clothes when at home he wouldn't have been seen dead like that. Steve always thought there'd be time to talk to him, after. There would be an after. It was the two of them, it was war, but there was nothing they couldn't get through together. ]
[ Buck's lying on his back, Steve is — deliberately — the first thing any assailant will see coming into this corner of the garden. They're not left to their own devices: the Dora Milaje are always around. There should be two of them silently prowling around, but Steve can't really bring himself to complain. They're here on T'Challa's charity, and every concession is small compared to the fact that he will — without hesitation — send his people to die if anyone comes looking for them. It doesn't sit right, which is why they're leaving as soon as Buck's comfortable walking outside in the world. ]
[ For now, Steve nudges Bucky's toes with his own in a lazy motion, and hums the next two bars absently as he starts outlining Buck's body on the page. Being in his space is like breathing — he stumbles without it. Steve has been recalibrating in response to any request, verbal or otherwise, for space. Seventy years they were apart; over three times longer than they were together in life. ]
I think Sam might get annoyed you're not catching up on Harry Potter with him.
[ Sam, who's taken full charge of both their film and music education. ]
no subject
[ Buck's lying on his back, Steve is — deliberately — the first thing any assailant will see coming into this corner of the garden. They're not left to their own devices: the Dora Milaje are always around. There should be two of them silently prowling around, but Steve can't really bring himself to complain. They're here on T'Challa's charity, and every concession is small compared to the fact that he will — without hesitation — send his people to die if anyone comes looking for them. It doesn't sit right, which is why they're leaving as soon as Buck's comfortable walking outside in the world. ]
[ For now, Steve nudges Bucky's toes with his own in a lazy motion, and hums the next two bars absently as he starts outlining Buck's body on the page. Being in his space is like breathing — he stumbles without it. Steve has been recalibrating in response to any request, verbal or otherwise, for space. Seventy years they were apart; over three times longer than they were together in life. ]
I think Sam might get annoyed you're not catching up on Harry Potter with him.
[ Sam, who's taken full charge of both their film and music education. ]
You didn't hear that from me.