forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"Yeah. I guess I will." he replied with a faint little smile. He shook his head slightly, and took a deep breath.

"Mhm," Steve nodded, trying not to show too much of his hope towards him taking the next step in helping himself, "I think– I just think once you're there, you'll see that it's not that bad."

(when should they fall in?)

Bucky smiled a little bit. "Maybe. We'll see." he replied, shaking his head again and putting his hands in his pockets. He didn't think he would change his mind.

(idk, any time is fine. ?what if one of em point out like 'hey your shoes' untied' and 'just leave it' and they try to dodge a biker zooming by or sumthn ~)

"Yeah, I guess we will," Steve agreed, quietly realizing that they'd branched further off and into the park.

(hmm that might work yeah)

Bucky kept walking quietly, looking around. Long brown hair drifted into his face, and he tucked it back behind his ear absently.

(?sure, unless you've got any other ideas~)

Steve took a long breath, softly smiling at a little pile of leaves drifting against the curb, a little swirl borne from a gentle wind. The quiet hum of traffic could still be heard, even in the presence of the secluded path they walked through, pairing with the subtle scrape of their shoes against the cement.

(I don't lol)

Bucky glanced over at Steve for a moment, then away again. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. He really had no idea.

Steve squinted at the blurry sight of something in the far distance; blurry movement further down the path, which would soon taper off into something like a street corner or another open square. He glanced at a leaf drifting from the garss onto the path, following it as it fell close to their feet.
“Buck, your shoelaces are coming undone,” He pointed out.

Bucky blinked. "Huh? Oh." He crouched, working on fixing his shoelaces. His brown hair fell into his face, and he took a moment to push it back.

Steve waited for Bucky to finish tying up his laces, studying the towering trees that bordered the path, their leaves gently rustling above them in a swaying dance.

Bucky pushed his hair back, tucking it behind his ears, then continued to tie his shoe. He bit his lip a little bit.

(Is Steve gonna trip, or what?)

(yeah, that would do it, I think.)

The sound of quiet laughing brought Steve's gaze to the nearby scatter of people. "Hey, another fountain, look at that." Steve smiled, looking at the spray of water that softened into a mist of softened rainbows.

Bucky stood, forgetting about the shoelace, which was only half tied. He looked. "Hm. Looks pretty." He replied with a shrug.

"Yeah," Steve smiled, slowly walking further down the path. "I don't think this was here…before. He observed as they neared it.

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Well. Things change." He replied as they walked, looking around a little bit as they went.

"Mhm," Steve quietly agreed, studying the cool gray stone of the fountain as they approached it. A flock of doves caught his eye, leading his gaze away and distracting him from the fountain's edge. "Wow, look at that," Steve said with a smile, unknowingly stepping on his shoelace.

Bucky went to take another step, and tripped, shoelace trapped. He stumbled and fell, accidentally pulling Steve with him.

"Buck–" Steve said through a flustered attempt to regain their balance but failing, falling with Bucky as the fountain's edge seemed to pull their feet out from under them, welcoming them to the frigid waters. His legs had found their ways to the opposite sides of Bucky, and his hands that had come out to brace his fall were stationed the same.

Bucky stared up at Steve with wide eyes, his brown hair fanning out in the water, the water lapping at his body. Luckily, it wasn't deep enough for his whole body to be submerged, and he could still breathe without any effort.

Steve was frozen in a quiet shock, surprise firmly planted on his expression, and déjà vu swirling around in his thoughts; telling him this had happened before. And it had. He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or to smile, apologize, or to go ‘fuck it all’ and press his mouth to his. “Um…” Was all he could make out in his nervousness, trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

Bucky blinked, blue eyes still wide as he tried to figure out what to do. His clothes were soaked now, absorbing the water and soaking it up.

Soft laughs and amused gasps shook Steve out of his nervous spiral, catching his attention. A few people had stopped to look at the splash, some even snapping photos. "Oh– um, we should probably–" He stammered, trying to get off of him.

Bucky blinked, and nodded. "Y-yeah, we…" He swallowed, throat dry from the proximity to Steve. What he knew that this looked like and…and part of him almost wished it were.

Steve slowly moved off him, cheeks flushed from the closeness they had just shared and the people stirring around. And the strangest thought had begun to form in his mind– one so unrealistic and nonsensical that he didn't hesitate in pushing away. "C'mon, my place isn't too far, I think." Steve nodded, helping Bucky out of the fountain.

Bucky nodded a little. A faint blush dusted his own cheeks with pink. His eyes darted around the crowd and he bit his lip slightly. He ran a hand through his wet hair, his soaked clothing sticking to his body.

Steve shook his head, pressing his lips together and trying to hide his grin at the expressions of the new yorkers passing them by, "Wow." He said, looking down at his soaked jeans, a quiet laugh of disbelief following his escaped smile, "So that happened."