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Someone else too lurked in the shadows among the crowd, being proud beyond measure of his BFF. And when the crowd disperses, and everyone heads their ways, he waits for his BF to take him home. P.s. It’s okay to believe there was some truth to Bucky’s texting comment, though he was carefully listening to Sammy without missing a beat, as was the person he was texting.
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Sebastian Stan photographed for August Man Malaysia
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womb to tomb sweetheart ❤️❤️❤️
as long as they get that right, i don’t care what they say. (x)
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This is the fight of our lives and we're gonna win. Whatever it takes.
Happy 5th anniversary, Avengers: Endgame ❤️❤️❤️
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See You Again 🩷🧡
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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See You Again 🩷🧡
Chapter 2:
“It’s just like in your drawings,” Bucky barely whispered, his voice so soft it was meant only for himself. He cast a look at Steve as they stood side by side at the edge of the Grand Canyon, the vast expanse of rocky beauty stretching out before them. The moon’s light illuminated the rugged landscape, painting the rocks in dark, cold hues. It’s beautiful, but not like a spring morning. Beautiful like a drug, terrifying, taking you over, till all you want to do is stay there forever.
Bucky breathed in deeply, the crisp desert air filling his lungs as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. "Stevie...”
“Yeah?” Steve smiled at him, pale blue eyes reflecting off the moonlight and glowing. Bucky could see the Grand Canyon, the moon and the stars reflected in his lover’s eyes, and he smiled back.
“It looks like your drawings, you know,” Bucky laughed softly, taking in the majesty of the cliff and the canyon. Steve laughed in return and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, Buck, the ones I did when I was twelve?” Instantaneously, he felt a friendly punch in the shoulder. But Bucky isn’t joking – he trusts Stevie’s hand more than a mirror.
Steve’s eyes widened and he grinned cheekily.
“Remember, during the war, I kept talking to you about the Grand Canyon? I told you that after the war I’d want to come here with you, at night, to throw rocks off the edge and hear them land when they hit the bottom. And lay on the ground till it is so hot we feel like burning,” Bucky reminisces, his eyes still fixed on the canyon.
“Of course,” Steve smiled, his blue eyes sparkling with affection as he glanced at his best friend. “What about that?”
“I still want to do that with you, Stevie,” Bucky reveals in a whisper, finally looking at Steve. And Steve, too, can see the stars in Bucky steel blues, like a celestial stage, with the stars dancing. They shine as he smiles, picking up a rock from the baked red ground and throwing it as far as he can with his vibranium arm, and when it lands, the sound is clear and piercing. Bucky was right – like a raindrop. Steve trusts Bucky’s storytelling like that, more than anyone else’s. If Bucky had told him that the grass wasn’t green, Steve would have trusted him. He trusts Bucky blindly.
Steve grips Bucky’s hands. One’s warm and one’s cold, but they both feel warm when they touch even with the cool metal. Bucky smiles at the touch. Steve grips his right hand, squeezing it tightly, before picking a stone up and throwing it, with all his strength, into the canyon, hearing the sound as it lands on the ground.
Then Steve walks over and pulls out his sketchbook. The earliest drawings are from close to a hundred years ago, of animals and stationery and books and houses, and they’re yellowed and faded, but the designs are intricate and the details clear. He passes it to Bucky, who flips through the drawings slowly. His fingers touch the pages, feeling the indent on each page.
Then he realises.
So many of those drawings are of him.
It’s filled with sketches of Bucky; Bucky as a kid, Bucky from the back view with his arms around Steve, Bucky saluting in uniform, Bucky like in the photo the army issued of him – smiling softly, hair all in place, Bucky in the blue uniform holding the sniper rifle, Bucky sharpening his knife in the dead of the night with his dog tags somehow still glistening in the low light.
Then he looks at the drawing Steve drew of him when he was at the Grand Canyon, alone, still under the impression that Bucky died falling off the train in ‘45.
Heavy-lidded eyes, sharp features, a defined jawline, a straight nose, and a curved chin. His hair falls in front of him and arches over his forehead, and it looks a little messy and unkempt, the way he looked after a night of dancing. He has a smile on his face. A laugh. There are crinkles around the corners of his bright and stunning steel-blue eyes. There’s the broad slope of his shoulders and that carefree spark in his youthful eyes.
Bucky can’t help but smile at that drawing, “Huh. You still got it, Stevie.”
Giving a rueful grin, Steve sits down on the ground of the canyon and looks out, as it stretches out, as far as the eye can see. As he sits, the soft crunch of gravel beneath him breaks the soft silence. He pats the ground next to him and Bucky sits down, leaning his head on Steve’s soldiers.
Steve watches Bucky intently, his gaze never leaving Bucky's face as he absorbs every feature of his face. His hair is much longer, obviously, and his hands are rougher. But his eyes have been the same, always, no matter how tired they look or how glazed over they’ve been. It’s the same blue eyes, the same ones that Steve fell in love with in 1934.
They’ve always been the same. They’ll always be the same.
For a long time, they simply sit in companionable silence. The moon and the stars are bright in the sky, little light bulbs lighting up a dark room, a decorated canopy of fairy lights. Then Steve breaks the silence.
“We’re at the Grand Canyon, Buck.”
“Yeah, Stevie... we’re at the Grand Canyon.
They sit together, arms wrapped around each other, warm even with the cold drafts that pass them. And finally, here, they can just be two boys in love. It would take the strength of the universe to tear them apart, and it did, and they found each other again anyway. Bucky throws another rock out to the sky, and Steve follows, and the rocks fall rhythmically, raindrops in the puddle, matching their shared heartbeat and a bond that transcended all boundaries of time and space.
“Stevie?”
“Yeah?”
“We’ve finally made it. Together.”
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Pray 🩷🧡
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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Pray 🩷🧡
Chapter 2:
And as Bucky's breathing slowed, as his eyes closed and as his body went limp, Steve held him closer, his heart breaking, but his grip never wavering. The beating of Bucky’s heart, as slow as it was, was like a lightbulb in the dark to Steve, who would never let go, who would never give up. Bucky was his everything. And he would do everything in his power to keep him safe.
I’m not leaving him here... Steve thought to himself, full of resolve. He wasn’t going to leave his best friend alone. He promised that he would keep Bucky safe. And he intended to keep it. With Bucky cradled in his arms, Steve effortlessly carried him out of the way of the burning wreckage that left behind a trail of destruction and chaos. As they emerged into the cold night air, someone connected to Steve’s comms. Without even pausing to think about who was on the other end, he spoke.
It’s Rogers.
Another voice came from the comms.
Hey, it’s Natasha. Are you and Barnes okay? We haven’t heard from you.
Steve sighed in relief. Gently lowering an unconscious Bucky to the ground, he explained their situation. A soft groan escaped Bucky’s lips as Steve propped him up against a nearby tree. It was a trap, Nat. HYDRA rigged a bomb to explode, Steve muttered into the comms, his voice shaking slightly, full of remorse, guilt, relief, and worry.
We’re coming to get you, Rogers, another voice - Tony’s voice - rang in Steve’s ears, and he nodded, filled with gratitude. Appreciate it, Stark, he finished. Steve wrapped an arm around Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him closer, praying for him to be okay. Bucky squeezed his eyes together before opening them slowly with a groan. “Hey, Buck, are you okay?” Steve whispered. Without a word, Bucky nodded quickly, wincing as the pain in his leg flared up, and he clutched it with his right hand. He was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to stay conscious. Bucky’s face was contorted with fear, and Steve pulled him closer. “We’ll get through this, Buck. I promise.” Nodding, Bucky grimaced as Steve continued, “Nat and Tony are coming to get us, okay?” Bucky didn’t move in the slightest at Steve’s words, every movement sending waves of pain through his leg.
Steve quickly assessed the situation. “Okay, Buck, I’ve got an idea.” Bucky groaned at that, looking at Steve with puppy-dog eyes. “Stevie, I love you, but every idea of yours so far has been a bad idea.” Nodding in resignation, Steve ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “So you love me?” Steve whispered. Bucky smiled softly, and whispered in reply, “I always have.”
Thoughts ran through Bucky’ head. He used to be the Winter Soldier, a man who had faced unimaginable horrors. In the war, he had to end many lives as a sniper. As the Winter Soldier, he’d been brainwashed so many times after each mission, and each time was more painful than the last. He was the ultimate assassin, and yet this felt different. He had never felt so vulnerable, so scared. It was as if that explosion had ripped away the facade of invincibility he had built for himself.
Steve noticed Bucky's fear and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll be fine, Buck. I promise, okay?” Bucky nodded, a single tear running down his cheek.
They found a quiet spot to hide while waiting for Nat and Tony. Steve held Bucky’s hand as he leaned against a wall, his breathing ragged. His injured leg throbbed with pain, and he was overwhelmed by the fear of the unknown. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. Bucky opened his eyes again after a moment, his gaze meeting Steve's. "Stevie, what if I don't make it out of here? What if this is it?"
Steve's jaw clenched, and he took Bucky's good hand in his own. "Don’t. You’re getting out of here.” Bucky nodded, biting his lips, trying to draw strength from Steve's unwavering faith in him. The minutes felt like hours as they waited for the extraction team. Bucky's pain was relentless, and the fear continued to gnaw at him.
Finally, the sound of the Quinjet touching down calmed Bucky’s heart as Steve let out a sigh in relief.
“I’m not lying on a stretcher,” Bucky announced, looking condescendingly at the stretcher that Tony was prepping. The latter just shrugged, trying to hide the relief that overwhelmed him. If Barnes could talk like that, he would be fine.
As the Quinjet lifted off, Bucky sat on the floor, his right hand gripping Steve's. He knew he was going to make it, but the fear and vulnerability he had felt earlier still lingered. Steve stayed by his side, their fingers intertwined, offering silent support and comfort.
The journey back to safety was a blur for Bucky. He was in and out of consciousness, his pain and fear ebbing away with each passing moment. When they finally arrived at Avengers Compound, Bucky was unconscious again, and Bruce and Tony rushed to remove the shrapnel from his leg.
“I’m praying for you, Buck,” Steve whispered, looking at Bucky’s form nervously.
One Day Later...
The slow beeping of the machine shocked Bucky momentarily as he inched up on the bed. Next to him, Steve was cancelling off something in his notebook as Nirvana’s ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ played in the background. Bucky smiled just a little. There was still an ache in his leg, but the pain was slowly ebbing away.
With a start, Bucky noticed that Steve’s fingers were still intertwined with his. A wave of comfort washed over him. Slowly, he turned in the bed, facing Steve, who was on his right.
“On your left...” Bucky whispered, squeezing Steve’s hand. Steve’s eyes lit up as he faced Bucky. “Hey,” Steve muttered, wrapping his arms around Bucky in a tight hug. “How’re you feeling, Buck?” In Steve’s eyes, there was a little more light, and the blue in his eyes circled like an endless stream of water. There was no more of that formality in his voice, and they both could feel it.
“Not bad,” Bucky shrugged, before looking at Steve adoringly. “This is the first song I’ve heard from that book that actually sounds nice,” he added with a smirk. Steve punched Bucky playfully in the shoulder before reaching over the bed to engulf him in a teddy-bear hug. “Hey, Stevie?” Bucky enquired, speaking into Steve’s chest. “Yeah?” Steve answered. A large smile found its way onto Steve’s face at Bucky’s words.
“I think we got what we were praying for.”
Thanks for reading, I hope you liked this! Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Please don't copy my work onto another site (or here). Thank you once again! <3. Also - Comments are the most motivating things, ever, so please leave one if you're up for it!
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@muffinshark’s fan art is so freaking amazing OMG ❤️❤️❤️
Who is the artist?? This is so good and sad, I’m crying 🥺🥺🥺
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Sebastian is seriously the most beautiful man on the face of this planet 😍 💕 💗 ❤ 💖.
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Somehow I just know that Bucky’s finally happy
Domestic Bucky>>>>>
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If this post gets:
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HE CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD FOR HER 🥹🥹🥹
in the low lamp light i was free, heaven and hell were words to me.
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he LITERALLY came back from the dead for her and i'll never get over that. also these lyrics were made for them i'm sending hozier my therapy bills. jesus christ.
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