forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Bucky shrugged. "Yeah…but I don't want to talk." he replied, shaking his head and moving to wash off his own bowl.

Steve sighed, nodding slowly and leaning against the counter. "You don't have to. Just know that you can. And…it doesn't even have to be about anything important."

Bucky shrugged again, cleaning his bowl. "I'm not gonna talk." He said firmly. I can't. I can't go through that. He took a deep breath.

Steve's eyes flickered at his sudden tenseness, nodding softly. He moved slowly behind him, not wanting to scare him. "Hey," He said softly, tucking back a long strand of dark hair and placing a kiss on his cheek, "It's fine. Don't do it if you don't want to."

Bucky blinked at the kiss, glancing over at Steve with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Okay." he replied simply, looking back down at the bowl again.

Steve smiled faintly, turning to put away the cereal back in the cupboards and the milk back into the fridge. "I was thinking of…doing some drawin' today," Steve said a little shyly, leaning on the edge of the counter, "But after– I was thinking about maybe doing some baking?" He shrugged, "Cinnamon rolls, maybe."

Bucky looked at him, finishing the bowl. "I… yeah." He replied slowly. "Sounds good." He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the counter a little bit.

Steve nodded, sighing dreamily. "Hmm," He smiled, shaking his head, "The thought of having cinnamon rolls before the war would be unheard of. I remember when having brown sugar with oatmeal was a treat."

He nodded a little bit, though he didn't remember that at all. Then again…he didn't remember much, so…that was nothing to judge.

Steve nodded briefly. "I'll be back in a second– m'gonna grab my drawing stuff," He said, straightening and turning toward the hall.

Bucky nodded, watching Steve go and letting out a breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He didn't know what to do.

Steve wandered through the hall and into his room, brushing a few origami animals off to uncover his sketchbook and pencils. He turned on his heels and headed back to the living room and kitchen area.

(Hm, so— idk if you feel the same but I feel like this rp needs some work regarding the plot? idk. maybe we should try to think of some stuff or…? _{take a break?} )

Bucky followed Steve into the living room after a moment, biting his lip slightly as he sat down near him.

(Yeah definitely lol. I have a few ideas, if you'd like to hear them?)

(hmm. So:

1. Another avengers night, and Steve kinda comes out to everyone else about what happened
2. Bucky has nightmares again and Steve comforts him
3. We get some angst where Bucky tells Steve some of his bad memories; could tie into number 2)

Bucky followed Steve into the living room after a moment, biting his lip slightly as he sat down near him.

Steve sighed as he sat down on the couch, lightly running his hand over the smooth cover of his sketchbook. "Oh!" He softly exclaimed, biting his lip as he flipped it open and searched for the thing he'd suddenly remembered. "–I managed to get a hold of some of my old sketches. Mostly from before the war, but some during it," He smiled, leaning back as he looked at a fairly aged drawing of his 'dancing monkey.'

(sure :) to me, 2, 3, then 1 make the most sense. steve could ask if he wants to sleep in his bed after the nightmare and bucky says no/ he'll tell him tomorrow or somethin)

Bucky nodded a little bit, looking at the drawing. "I think– I think you showed me that one." he had a vague memory of seeing that before. He ran a hand through his hair.

(yeah, sounds good!)

"Really?" Steve said with a faint smile, looking at it fondly before safely tucking it back into his sketchbook. "What about these?" He prompted, gently flipping to a page where another old drawing was held. Age had yellowed the paper, but the drawing still showed the image of him and the other Howling Commandos playing a game of cards.

He frowned a little bit, and shrugged. "I…don't remember." he replied slowly, biting his lip slightly as he looked at Steve. "Sorry." he ran a hand through his hair.

Steve lightly shrugged, smiling softly as he met his gaze. "It's alright," He said, turning back to his sketchbook and flipping to a half-finished drawing of Bucky, who still wore his boyish grin. He'd been telling Steve about his plans for after the war was over; about how much more dancing and drinking they'd do now that Steve was 'famous.'

Bucky nodded a little. At the drawing of himself, he let out a slow breath. He knew that was him, but…he couldn't imagine smiling like that anymore. Or ever again, really.

Steve looked at the drawing with a fond expression, sighing at the memory of the firelight casting over Bucky's face as he'd laughed and talked with him that night; only a week or two before he'd fallen from the train. "It was a good day," He said, looking up at Bucky with a soft smile, "I can promise that there'll be more of those in the future."

Bucky looked at Steve, and nodded. "Yeah." He replied simply, though he had no memory of that event. "I'm…sure that there will be."

Steve flipped the page, letting out a soft noise at the drawing of the rides at Coney Island, the greyscale coloring an echo of the bright lights. "Huh," He said with a smile, "I forgot that I drew this. We came here the few times that we could spare the cash, which…wasn't a lot. But– it was fun, anyways."

Bucky nodded slightly. His memory flashed with colored lights and lots of noise, and he took a deep breath. "Yeah. We could go again, sometime?"

Steve smiled. "Yeah," He nodded, thinking back to the summer days where the people flocked to the amusement park, "That sounds like a plan, though I'm sure it's changed a lot. Hopefully, the beach isn't as crowded anymore, cause God, it was like laying a blanket down in Times Square."

He nodded a little bit. "Yeah. That sounds…yikes." he wasn't sure he watned to be around a lot of people, not right now, but…it wasn't as if they were making plans right now.

"Hm," Steve smiled, quietly nodding in agreement. "But that's– uh, the Cyclone," He said, pointing out the rickety-looking rollercoaster in the corner of the drawing. "You talked me into going on it, and my stomach wasn't too happy about that," He added with a laugh.