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They decide to actually sit down in the cafe and once they have their coffee in front of them and Bucky has his enormous chocolate muffin he looks more relaxed than he has ever looked since Steve knows him.

“So Steve, tell me about your biggest dream!” 

Steve smiles and takes a sip of his coffee, watching Bucky shove a huge piece of muffin into his mouth. He likes this new side of him that’s teasing and talking more.

“Well, before I was deployed I wanted to open a bookshop. Don’t laugh.”

Bucky shakes his head and a few crumbs fall back from the corner of his mouth to his plate.

“I wasn't going to laugh, I love that. It's just very different from the army.”

"It is. I went to the army because of the healthcare benefits for my mother. They paid for her treatment. After she was gone I just went over a second time, I guess to run away from the fact that she was gone . It only got worse from there. When I came back I went to a six months PTSD program. I'm still working on it.. anyway, the original plan was a bookshop with a coffee bar inside. Maybe some adoptable cats. All the nerd stuff.”  Steve’s laugh dies in his throat when he sees how Bucky stares at him.

Maybe he said too much and Bucky is really gonna think he's a crazy nerd in a suit.

“I love that, Steve. I hope you can have that some day.”

Steve feels his face go soft again, Bucky cracks his armor bit by bit without much effort.

“How about you, Buck? What's your dream?”

Bucky makes a face as if he wants to wipe something off the table.

“It's just a dream and it's gonna stay a dream so…” he shrugs his shoulders and takes the last bite of his muffin.

Steve could choose to just stare at his lips and that tiny piece of chocolate dough that sticks to them, but he wants to hear those lips talk.

"Tell me about it.”

Bucky puts his fork down and starts playing with his napkin.

“I wish I could be an artist. I mean really study art and art history. But I can't. My dad wants me to take law or economics. Something with a future.”

Bucky speaks the last sentence in his best Barnes senior voice but Steve can tell how sad Bucky actually is. How trapped he feels and how he thinks no one sees and cares for him.

Steve's urge to get up and take him into his arms gets more intense with every minute, so intense that it starts to be painful.

“You can be what you want to be, Buck. You're not a prisoner.You have no idea what can happen once you give yourself permission…and i am sure you have the talent for it.”

Bucky still looks down at the table, at all the shreds he transformed his napkin into and Steve can see his lips tremble. When he looks up at him his eyes are glossy, he exhales and smiles and Steve is sure that this is his truest smile yet.

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“No, please, don't take him away. Let's make a deal. I'm not afraid.”

And Death looked upon the brave boy in admiration and sympathy. 

"No matter how much you beg, his fate will not be changed. It is immovable and absolute, as am I."

Bucky shook his head as hot tears continued to spill down his flushed face. "No, I can't believe that. If there is nothing to be done, then why is it that I can see you? Why have you revealed yourself to me?" He pulled Steve's sleeping form closer to his chest. "If you seek a soul to take, then I'll gladly offer mine."

The plea was offered so fervently, so passionately, that even Death was taken aback. One did not usually find such conviction in a young heart and yet here he was, a boy not past ten who burned brighter than the morning sun. An unfamiliar stirring woke in the ageless one's chest, sharp and heavy.

A bony finger extended and pressed gently on Bucky's face. "If you truly wish to save your friend's life, the price will be formidable. To trick the Fates comes with a toll that I doubt you can pay."

Bucky stared into the blackness of Death's eyes and did not back down. His jaw was set stubbornly and he tilted his chin up in a challenge.

"I told you, I'm not afraid of you."

"It is not me you need to fear, child. If you choose to barter with the Gods then you will have to sacrifice greatly in return."

Death rose up and the shadows in the room extended, enveloping the two boys in a makeshift darkness. An oppressive weight that settled over all senses as though the very air froze in time. The skeletal hands moved the metal scythe back and forth in a hypnotic fashion until finally the sharpened edge pointed toward Bucky.

"You will be a pale mockery of my own self with a trail of bodies that will haunt your dreams. But where I bring release, you will offer only pain. You will beg and scream but neither the sweet embrace of the forever sleep or the emptiness of the void will be bestowed upon you. Ten thousand nights of ice in your veins and another ten thousand nights bereft of the sun on your skin. Agony will be your companion with fear as your coffin and another ten thousand nights where not even the ghosts of your loved ones will remember you."

The scythe rose and the gleaming edge was placed by Bucky's throat, so close that the young boy didn't even dare to breath.

"You will forget him and yourself. Your memories becoming but distant shattered pieces lost to the passages of time. It will be a solitary journey with no warmth or comfort. Your tongue will only taste bitters and you will never be able to reclaim your home. With such a fate awaiting you, do you still wish to make a trade?"

Slowly, Bucky reached up and wrapped his fingers around the icy cold scythe and moved it away from his neck. His gaze was unflinching and his voice was strong, filled with the surety that his choice was rightly made. 

"Yes. Yes. A hundred thousand yes."

Death placed his hand over Bucky's eyes and the young boy gasped in surprise. He was no longer seeing the room or his beloved Steve but an inky night sky filled with the most brilliant clusters of stars. He felt the air tremble and settle over his body in a tight grasp.

"So mote it be."

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"Bucky?"

"Yes, Stevie?"

Steve stared at his best friend, who was currently laying beside him in the small cramped bed. The pain that had wracked his weak body was gone and the familiar scent of Bucky soothed the last remaining shreds of his nightmare. Steve reached out and entwined his fingers with Bucky's.

"I had a bad dream. I lost you and…I couldn’t find you again."

Bucky pulled Steve's cold hand close to his lips and blew on the fingertips, trying to bring more warmth. "It was just a dream."

"But how do you know it won't happen? How will I know I won't lose you?"

A small smile curled up Bucky's lips as he placed his hand, palm flat, against Steve's chest. "Because no matter where you are, I'll always be here." Then Bucky pointed to his own heart. "And you'll be in mine."

Steve returned the smile and feeling reassured, he slipped back into slumber. And in between the beat of one heart to another, Bucky closed his eyes and dreamt of an endless starry night.

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Bucky found this kitten in the alley behind their apartement building trying to stop a mugging.

Don’t look so incredulous, you think a small scottish fold kitten (I looked it up on the internet, okay) can’t go up against a big, burly mugger? Well, the mugger couldn’t seem to believe it either. He stared at the hissing creature clawing at his leg with an expression on his face that seemed to be warring between anger and amusement.

That moment reminded me so much of days long gone it almost hurt. I know I have problems with my memory most of the time, but just for an instant I could smell the back alleys of our old neighborhood in Brooklyn and hear the old Steve hissing and spitting in righteous fury, answered by mocking laughter and followed shortly by the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.

Back in the here and now I saw that the muggers victim had used the distraction to get away. Clever girl. So I scooped up the kitten (With the metal hand, what do you think? I certainly didn’t want the flesh one shredded by it’s claws. Little bugger.), sent the mugger to the land of dreams and made a short call to JARVIS. JARVIS would know what to do to punish that stupid man where it hurt him most.

So here we are now, staring at each other. And waiting for Steve to come back. It gives me time to think about what to say to Steve so he lets me keep the kitten. Hey, the little fella (I looked) grows on you. Do you think Steve might be swayed when I tell him, I already ordered all the things essential for raising a kitten? With his credit card.

Actually, where the hell was Steve?

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The dog barks. She’s bigger than Bucky remembers, taller and more solid than the shrimp he left behind a year before. She walks better than she did, though the force of her tail waving threatens to knock her down. She rolls onto her back, then back to her feet when Bucky finally kneels, unable to control his face. “How did you find her?” he asks, burying his hands in the thick fur of her neck.

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"It's big, and the sleeves are long, but with an arm around each other's waist, the jacket mostly fits (it's off the floor at least)."

Based on this gorgeous headcanon by @prewarstucky Some teeny tiny Steve and Bucky trying to wear Steve's dad's leather jacket.

Bucky looks - so different.

Well, Steve supposes just about anyone would look different after a shower, especially when they’ve been caked in blood and sweat with dirt streaked over their face. But this is the first time he’s seen Bucky in this somewhat more bare state - without his armor and gear, for starters, no weapon in sight, bare-chested and barefoot, damp hair a curtain framing his face.

It’s been a long, long time since he’s seen Bucky like this.

He tries to soften his footsteps as he approaches so as not to spook Bucky, but Bucky hears him anyway. Pauses his inspection of the room to snap his gaze onto Steve. His flesh hand awkwardly holds his towel against his stomach.

“Thanks,” Bucky mutters when Steve stretches his hand out to offer taking the towel for him. The instant the towel leaves his hand, his arm is immediately springing back to curl around the front of his torso in a defensive gesture. He’s wearing a pair of Steve’s sweatpants, sans shirt because Steve’s a dumbass who mistakenly gave him two pairs of pants instead, and Steve can see that he’s twitching to cover himself up with something - anything just to shield himself from the very air around him.

His heart breaks a little in his chest. He doesn’t want Bucky to feel the need to protect himself when they’re together, but to think about just exactly how Bucky’s developed this instinct tears him apart even more. 

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all Bucky wanted to do was get some more tea and now this. Thanks a lot, Sam. You had to fuckin’ tell him, you ass.

Aggressively Progressive Steve Rogers is so what I’m  here for.

STeve would unleash and be all “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WHOOPING COUGH SUCKS?! DO YOU?! DO YOU REALLY?! ARE YOU FUCKIN’ STUPID?! BUCKY, TELL THEM HOW I BROKE TWO RIBS! TELL THEM!”

Omg, new headcanon, Beleaguered Bucky Barnes being grabbed by the shoulders and practically lifted into camera view by Steve shouting about how Bucky needs to confirm some terrible illness because no one else is alive form that time to corroborate any of Steve’s claims.  Bucky shyly telling the reporters that yes, Steve did indeed have that thing adn yeah it is dangerous and Steve jumping back into frame like “I told you!  I TOLD YOU IT SUCKED SHUT UP JENNY MCCARTHY!”

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?! POLIO!”

“Steve you never had fucking polio-”

“YEA BUT IT STILL SUCKED! KNOW WHAT STOPPED IT?! VACCINES!”

“Oh my God, Steve.”

“I DIDN’T EVNENKNOW WHAT THAT SHOT WOULD DO TO ME BUT I TOOK IT!”

“Steve, that’s… That’s not really a good argument.”

“I DON’T CARE FOX NEWS NEEDS TO STOP USING MY IMAGE!”

“Steve, doll, calm down.”

“I VOTED FOR OBAMA!”

Dear Bucky,

I promise I’m doing fine.

I’ve been taking care of myself, just like you said, and I feel healthier than ever. I still wish I could do more to help the war effort - to help you, but it feels like I’m just putting on a show. But you can rest easy for now, I’ve stopped trying to enlist at least. The army seems to have decided what it wants from me. I’ll be fine.

So please, please just stay safe, Buck. I’m stronger than I look now, but I couldn’t handle you not coming back home. So you fucking better, ok? I won’t take anything else as an answer, even if I have to pull you out of the fight myself. Not much has changed around here, but it’s emptier without you with me.

Your dumbass from Brooklyn,

Steve

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Title: all's fair in love and war Creator(s): Reebmiester Card number: 081 Link: https://reebmiester.tumblr.com/post/651681767570407424/dear-bucky-i-promise-im-doing-fine-ive-been Square filled: A3 Love Letters Rating: G Archive warnings: N/A Major tags: love letters, post-serum Steve, ww2 Summary: Steve is sending letters to Bucky, hiding how he got the serum in an effort to stop Bucky from worrying. He's not as good of a liar as he thinks. Word count: N/A

sarah rogers had the patience of a saint, and loved her troublemakers very much.

She taught Steve how to play poker and how to cheat so that he’d know if someone was putting one up on him.  She taught him how to play chess and one memorable afternoon, when Steve was too sick to go to school, she spent it detailing one of Napoleon’s military campaigns. 

(Sarah loved history, especially military history.  Her Da used to call her The Morrigan, Boudicaa the Queen and she’d laugh and toss her head and say, maybe so.  It was what made Joseph Rogers fall in love with her.)

Bucky would make it just in time, with Steve’s homework, as Sarah Rogers would get to the part about Napoleon Bonaparte’s attempt to conquer Russia.

This was when the boys would first learn that ancient proverb:  Never attack Russia in winter.

She bandaged up hurts and kissed bruises better and even Bucky didn’t escape the coddling because, “Oh no you don’t, Bucko, I am not sending you back to your mother like that.”

Sarah Rogers knew a lot of things and would stare you down coldly if you mouthed off about “knowledge not suitable for the "weaker sex."  Her general response to that was, "Sir, you come back to me after pushing out an eight pound child out of your nether regions and then speak about us being the ‘weaker’ sex." 

Sarah was not often given to vulgarity but she had little patience for fools.  She hated bullies as much as her son did. 

Sarah Rogers had the difficult task of being father and mother to her boy Steve.  She managed to be both.  Exceptionally well.

She called Bucky "Bucko” and he got just as many hugs as Steve did, mainly because she could see how much he loved her boy, looked out for him and was, indeed, the best and dearest friend he could ever have. 

The boys still miss her to this very day. 

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“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Bucky’s hand trembled as he put pressure on the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he didn’t bother holding him back. The fear inside—gripping his spine with its icy fingers—overpowered everything else.

“It’s okay,” Steve said, breathy.

“No, it’s not!” Bucky exclaimed, cradling him. “Why didn’t you back down? You shouldn’t have kept fighting. Not for me.”

Steve stared at him through heavy-lidded eyes, fighting to stay awake for as long as he could. He never intended for things to end this way, either. Better him than Bucky.

But the thought of not having the future they deserved tore him apart. He wanted it more than anything. Seeing his love in anguish was even worse. He felt the weakness taking over him. Every labored breath he took, every tiny movement, caused him excruciating, paralyzing pain. It burned, white-hot, throughout his body, along with the added torment of his broken left arm.

He slowly raised his right hand, desperately grabbing onto Bucky’s uniform. He wished he could reach up and brush the hair from his face.

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— Our Forever Place (part 1/2).

(This is an Infinity War AU. I've taken some liberties with scenes and descriptions.🙈 Will update part 2 with the next drawing.)

- “This place is meant for both of us."

- “I know."

- “You ever think what would become of me if I lose you? Because I almost did back there. You’re lucky we had Shuri on our side.”

- “Yeah... I know.”

- “I don’t think you do. You’ve always been so reckless. This wasn’t the first time you came close to death. Every time you do something stupid, it’s not you who goes through hell.” 

- “I’m sorry."

- “I don’t need your apology.”

- “Then tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything, to make it right.”

- “I just need you to stay with me. Forever. Don’t think about leaving me again.”

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Stucky AU - Our Forever Place (2/2).

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(Finally got around to finishing this. Sorry for the delay. Not my best work of art. It was a rough sketch🙈)

Memories

Bucky never told Steve that he remembered that sunny afternoon: sleepy Steve dozing in his arms, the silkiness of Mr. Floof’s fur, the weight of Steve’s head, and the soft freckles on those sharp cheekbones. He hid it away like a dragon would hide its treasure, from Hydra, and from Steve himself, who was almost a stranger to him these days. It was the first thing that he wrote in his notebook, and the last thing he thought of, when he fell to his knees and turned to ash.

Great thanks to @writing-at-random-blog for commissioning me (and so sorry for turning this sad) and thank you @artgroves for art advice and much needed beta!! 

inspired by  beautiful stucky fic Revenant by stele3

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Bucky twists his right hand free from Steve’s grip and wraps his fingers around Steve’s wrist, a tangle of hands against the mattress. “Steve,” he croaks. “Tell me you got me.”

巴基从史蒂夫手中扭出自己的右手，紧握住史蒂夫的手腕，交缠不放的手压在床垫上。“史蒂夫，”他哑声道。“告诉我你抓住我了。”

“I gotcha, Bucky.” Steve squeezes Bucky’s left wrist, hard. The metal’s thick and unyielding.

“我抓住了，巴基。”史蒂夫狠狠捏紧巴基的左手腕。那金属坚硬不屈。

“Tell me you—tell me—”

“告诉我你——告诉我——”

“I’ve got you.” Steve’s close, his orgasm swelling up. Bucky beats him there, shoving his face into the mattress and groaning loud. Steve can feel him come, spasms tightening his body around Steve’s cock until it wrings him out, too, sends him over the edge into blinding release.

“我抓住你了。”史蒂夫临近边缘，情欲高涨。巴基将他控制在那里，脸埋进床垫里，大声呻吟。史蒂夫能感觉到他高潮了，痉挛着夹紧身体钳住史蒂夫的阴茎直到榨干他，但也将他逼过顶峰，送入白热化的释放中。

His body moves on automatic, fucking Bucky in hard jerks, while Steve’s brain swims around in hormones and strange, disjointed thoughts about Bucky’s hair and holding hands with him and wishing that they were facing each other right now so they could kiss.

他自己的身体还在机械地动着，狠操着巴基，但史蒂夫的大脑却在荷尔蒙的作用下四处游弋，奇异古怪且不连贯的念头，关于巴基的头发，关于他们交握的手，关于希望他们此刻是面对彼此的这样他们就可以亲吻了。

Maybe he says that aloud because Bucky grants that wish by arching and twisting his neck. It’s clumsy and not at all skilled, but Steve presses kiss after kiss against Bucky’s mouth and jaw, not at all minding the scrape of his stubble.

也许他将这话大声说出来了，因为巴基赞许地拱起身扭过脖子。吻得很笨拙，完全没有技巧可言，但史蒂夫还是一个接着一个的将亲吻落在巴基的嘴上和下巴上，完全不在意他扎人的胡茬。

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from   Revenant Chapter 9

————摘自 《还魂》第九章

A stucky fanart of mine!!!

Inspired by stucky fic Revenant by stele3 

translated by Cindyfxx

looks out into tree branches—thick enough to obscure lines of sight from the neighboring building, but not enough to hide a tactical approach—and they cast moving, flickering shadows across Steve’s still form. He’s stripped down to an undershirt, boxers, and socks. He looks like he got as far as pulling the mattress off the bed and fell asleep in the act of rearranging the bedding on the floor.

巴基的第一反应是出乎预料但却熟悉的一阵暴怒、兴奋与钟爱。他的第二个反应带着他穿过房门，直到能看见史蒂夫的肩膀随着呼吸起伏。这个房间的窗外一眼望去满是树枝——浓密到遮住了相邻建筑的视线，但又不会隐藏住某个战术上的靠近——它们投射出移动闪烁的光影，落在史蒂夫沉静的身躯上。他脱得只剩下一件背心、短裤和袜子。他看起来就像是只来得及从床上拉下床垫，然后还没来得在地板上重新布置好卧具就睡着了。

Bucky looks down at him and thinks—

巴基望着他，想着——

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Steve breathes deep and slow. He’s showered and shaved while Bucky was up on the roof. When Bucky drifts forward to crouch at the edge of the mattress, he can smell soap and clean skin. The thin undershirt rides up off the cut of Steve’s narrow hips.

史蒂夫深而缓慢地呼吸着。他已经趁巴基在房顶上的时间洗过澡刮过胡子了。因此巴基屈身无声地蹲跪在床垫边时，能闻到肥皂和干净的皮肤。薄薄的背心滑上去，露出史蒂夫窄窄的腰线。

Past the line of his boxers, his legs stretch out long. It’s torture not to touch them, run his palm from knee to hip, but—Steve needs to sleep. And it wouldn’t be right, Bucky thinks. If he ever touches Steve again he wants Steve awake and looking at Bucky like he wants him back, like he isn’t afraid.

短裤外，他的两条长腿伸展着。不能去触摸它们，想用手从膝盖一路抚到腰间，简直是场折磨。但——史蒂夫需要睡觉。而且，那样做也是不对的，巴基想着。如果自己再碰史蒂夫，他想要史蒂夫醒着并看着他，就像他也想要巴基，就像他并不害怕。

Like he loves him. He’d said he did, before, back then, but he hasn’t said that he does now. Bucky wants the words desperately—but Steve needs to sleep.

就像他爱着他。他曾说过他爱，在从前，但他并没说现在还爱。此刻巴基绝望地想听到那几个词——但史蒂夫需要睡觉。

He looks at Steve’s slack, vulnerable face, the curl of his shoulder, and the dark hairs on his toes. He mouths his own promise, I love you, then settles in to wait for it to be returned.

他看着史蒂夫放松脆弱的脸庞，肩膀的弧度，脚趾头上的深色毛发。他无声地说出诺言：我爱你，然后躺下来，无声地等待着回应。

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Apparently the mattress loophole works. When morning dawns grey and soft, Bucky’s stretched out beside Steve, one hand curled around Steve’s upper arm and his hair spread across his face. Steve can’t tell if he’s actually sleeping, but he’s horizontal and his eyes are closed. Steve counts that as a win.

显然，床垫‘诡计’奏效了。当天光微亮，昏暗柔和间，巴基躺在史蒂夫身边，一手握着史蒂夫的上臂，头发散落在脸上。史蒂夫分辨不出他是否真的睡着了，但是他是躺平了的，眼睛是闭着的。史蒂夫将这看做是一种胜利。

From Revenant  Chapter Nine

选自 《还魂》第九章