forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"I do want…that." he said slowly, looking down at the street again, a faint blush tinging his cheeks pink.

Steve blinked, his mind somehow racing and completely static at the same time. Oh. Tony, he– I said…And then Bucky said– Bucky wants– He swallowed, staring at him, "…You do? How– how do you know?"

Bucky swallowed softly, and nodded. "…yeah." he replied slowly. "I…I do. And…" He shrugged slightly at the second question. "I don't know."

"Hold on–" Steve said, drawing his eyebrows together though he wore a smile, "Are you saying–" He shook his head in disbelief, he wanted to stop talking and just kiss him, but he had to know, "What do you…remember about this?"

Bucky shrugged. "It's…all I know is I've felt this way for…a long time." He replied slowly, still not looking at Steve. "And you never had any idea."

"I never had…any idea–" Steve echoed, trying to understand how such a statement could be true. His mind was running circles, thinking back to all the times he'd caught a shy smile and wishing with all he had that it might be more than friendly. "Well then that means…you never had any idea, either," Steve said, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

Bucky snorted softly. "Yeah, a couple of dumbasses, the pair of us." he replied, shaking his head a little bit, still looking down at the street, his brown hair hanging into his face a little bit.

Steve let out a chuckle of disbelief, sighing at how ignorant he'd been. "I'm shocked," He admitted, shaking his head and smiling at the man before him; framed by a sky of orange and pink, looking out as the afternoon breeze tousled his hair. "This feels like a dream."

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "Mm." he replied simply, still looking out at the view, unable to look at Steve. He didn't know what he would do if he did.

Steve smiled softly at the view for a moment, letting the saturated feeling of relief wash over him like a photograph in a bath of developer. "Bucky?" He said, turning to him with the fondest expression, aching to meet his gaze like all the moments of losing and finding each other had finally let him have a moment of peace.

Bucky glanced over at him, biting his lip at the expression on Steve's face. "Yeah?" He asked slowly, looking at Steve.

"I wanna tell you something–" Steve said, pacing himself as he took a step closer. He smiled softly, his eyes flickering over Bucky's features, "–It's a riddle."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Okay." He said slowly, studying Steve carefully, wondering where all this was going.

"You're waiting for a train," Steve said, speaking slowly as he studied the man before him; those pale blue eyes that seemed so distant, yet so close. He wants me, he's wanted me for a long time. He's here, I'm here. "–A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter." He said, his eye flickering down to his lips, "How can it not matter; where the train will take you?"

Bucky frowned a little bit. "Steve, I'm not good at riddles." He said simply. "I don't…I don't know." He shook his head a little bit, looking at Steve.

Steve smiled faintly. "Because we'll be together," He shrugged, saying it like it was the simplest thing in the world; because it was. They'd always find they're way back to each other, in whatever fractured, forgotten way they could.

Bucky let out a breath, and nodded a little bit. "Yeah." He replied slowly, looking away again. What do I do now?

Steve glanced slowly out at the skyline, the coloured clouds had faded from orange and the sun was casting its final light. He turned halfway back to face the door, gingerly touching Bucky's arm. "I think I'm gonna head in," He said, figuring that he probably wanted a moment alone, "Hopefully the party's over. If it's alright, I'd like to kiss you again, sometime. But…it's okay if not. I get that things are different now and you might not–"

Bucky looked over at him, and nodded a little bit. "I…I think I'd like that too." he replied slowly, a little smile tugging at his mouth. "I just…my head's messed up and I don't know if you should." he didn't want Steve to start something like that with him and then realize too late what a bad idea it was.

Steve softly shook his head. "I've thought about this for…a while," He said, biting his lip for a moment, "'Should' doesn't mean much to me. I want this. I do. More than you know." Steve's gaze flickered down to Bucky's mouth and he could've kissed him right then. He hesitated, "But if you need time–"

"I don't. I just…I don't want you to get into this expecting…expecting it to make everything alright again." Bucky said slowly. "Because it…it won't."

Steve nodded. "I know," He said, "This isn't a quick-fix, and I don't need it to be. It's gonna take time." Steve lightly shrugged, smiling fondly at him, "I just wanna be with you, in this way. And go through it with you, if you'll let me."

Bucky took a deep breath. "I…okay." he said simply, shaking his head a little bit. "I want…" He let the breath out.

"You want…?" Steve prompted, still half-turned towards the door and looking at him like he was all he was searching for.

Bucky shrugged. "The same thing you do. I just… you just need to know that it's not…going to make everything magically better."

"Mhm," Steve faintly nodded, "I get that. And…I think you need to know that's not why I want this. Of course, I want things to fix themselves, but…I just want to be with you. That's it."

Bucky nodded a little bit. "I…I get that." He replied slowly, looking over at Steve and taking a deep breath.

"Hm," Steve quietly nodded, smiling before he leaned close, pressing a quick kiss on Bucky's cheek. "I'll– uh, be inside," He said shyly.

Bucky blinked at the kiss, a soft smile tugging at his lips at the gesture of affection. "Alright." He watched Steve go with a little smile on his face.

Steve walked to the door biting his lip and blushing furiously, still in disbelief over what had just occurred. He confessed. Bucky confessed. Tony was right. He was floating, completely forgetting the night's worries of press and presentation. He sighed happily as he approached the elevator, deciding he was too tired to track down the caterers about those figs, and instead might do well with some sleep, seeing that he hadn't slept well the previous night.