forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Bucky took a deep breath once Steve was gone, letting it out slowly as he tried to process this. "Holy fuck." he said out loud, the words floating out over the city.

Steve smiled the entire ride up the elevator, shaking his head like he couldn't believe it. He walked down the hall with a little bounce in his step, sighing dreamily as he made his way towards his room.

(tony standing with his hands on his hips : "what did you DO")

Tony was laying in wait like a villain from a B movie. "So where did you disappear to?" he questioned, smirking a little bit.

(there you go)

"Hm?" Steve chimed, almost jumping at the sight of him. "I was, uh…with Bucky," He said, his smile saying it all, "Yeah. That's where I was."

Tony smirked a little bit. "And what did you do with said Bucky?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Steve.

Steve looked down shyly, his hands in his pockets. "I told him…y'know," He blushed, shrugging lightly, "And he– he told me. God. He's– felt the same, for a while."

Tony grinned triumphantly. "I told you!" he crowed, looking at Steve and grinning.

"Yeah, you did!" Steve nodded excitedly, then shook his head in disbelief, "I don't know how to properly react– This is so much…I'm exhausted, but my mind's running a hundred miles an hour! I can't– He feels the same."

Tony let out a little laugh, smiling over at Steve. "Well, congratulations. When the tabloids find out they're going to have a fucking field day." then his smile flickered. "Although…in today's political climate, you two are going to get a lot of backlash."

"Man, I can't even think about that right now," Steve smiled, shaking his head slightly, "I know it's going to get messy, but…It doesn't even matter. This is worth the yellow journalism, to me."

Tony nodded a little. "Yeah, and I get that. I'm just saying that there's going to be shit hitting the fan."

Steve nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Mhm," He sighed, "But we're not announcing anything. Were not going to; not for a while. So..we'll burn that bridge when we get to it."

Tony nodded, then frowned. "The phrase is "cross that bridge", not burn it." He replied slowly, shaking his head at Steve.

Steve shrugged, waving his hand dismissively. "It's a mixed metaphor," He chuckled, "But more importantly– the rest of the party go okay?"

"Alright, alright. And yeah, the party went pretty well. I talked to a few reporters about Bucky, and they mostly had a decent report. They kinda thought he seemed a bit standoffish, but not…you know, a monster, which is good." Tony replied.

Steve nodded, "Good. That's– good," He said with a cautious smile as he took in his words, "Seeing that I had to shoo away a few, I think that's a win in my book."

Tony smiled a little bit. "Yeah. I mean…we'll see how they spin it, but it should at least be decent."

"Decent," Steve agreed with a nod, knowing well that 'decent' wouldn't have been good enough for his liking an hour ago, "Sure. Decent should work."

Tony smiled again. "Yeah. And we just need to be really careful about his media appearances, that's all." he replied.

"Yeah," Steve nodded, sighing as he rubbed his eyes, "Appearances. That's what it's all about."

"Yeah. Now go get some sleep, lover boy." he stepped away, smiling a little bit. "We can talk some more in the morning."

"Hmph, whatever," Steve grinned to himself, shyly looking down at the thought of feeling the same giddiness the next day. He sighed, turning towards his door. "G'night, Tony," He smiled, waving in a lighthearted salute.

"Good night." Tony replied, turning to head upstairs to his own room, a faint smile on his face.

Steve didn't bother with switching on the main lights of his room; the light from the lamp he'd left on was enough for him to change out of his suit and get ready for bed, all while he smiled to himself, repeating the conversation of the balcony again and again.

Bucky eventually headed in to bed, curling up in the nest of blankets he still had on the floor. He had changed into his pajamas, letting his hair down, and fell asleep rather quickly.

Steve woke up far earlier then he would've liked, blinking at the digital clock that told him it was a little after five. A run seemed like a fair thing to pass the time, so he silently got dressed, taking one of the little origami birds littered around his room and writing a note for Bucky in case he woke up; 'Gone for a run. Training for our 'race' ;) Be back in a bit.' He peeped his head into Bucky's room, smiling when he saw him curled up in his little nest of blankets and setting down the note nearby before heading out for his run.

Bucky kept sleeping, not waking up when Steve opened the door to set the note inside. He woke up after about thirty minutes, sitting up and rubbing his face, his eyes flashing around the room. Getting up and getting dressed, he found the note and read it. A faint laugh left his mouth, a little smile pulling at his lips.

Steve ran around Central Park until the sun came up and the number of early-morning joggers grew. He circled the block around Stark Tower before heading into the now-busy lobby with a few baffled looks his way. He moved through his room, peeling off his clothes and throwing them in the hamper before hopping into the shower.