he wraps his jacket around Bucky's shoulder and checks him over before sitting him on the back.
"I'm gonna need ya to hold on the best ya can, pal."
"I'm gonna need ya to hold on the best ya can, pal."
October 20, 2025 at 11:41 AM
he wraps his jacket around Bucky's shoulder and checks him over before sitting him on the back.
"I'm gonna need ya to hold on the best ya can, pal."
"I'm gonna need ya to hold on the best ya can, pal."
"I got it." Steve is always quick to jump into action where he's needed, headfirst without a thought otherwise. And this is Bucky, his best friend, his... everything.
They make their way to Bucky's bike, Steve's careful with him, moving him slowly and surely, careful not to jostle. At the bike, -
They make their way to Bucky's bike, Steve's careful with him, moving him slowly and surely, careful not to jostle. At the bike, -
October 20, 2025 at 11:41 AM
"I got it." Steve is always quick to jump into action where he's needed, headfirst without a thought otherwise. And this is Bucky, his best friend, his... everything.
They make their way to Bucky's bike, Steve's careful with him, moving him slowly and surely, careful not to jostle. At the bike, -
They make their way to Bucky's bike, Steve's careful with him, moving him slowly and surely, careful not to jostle. At the bike, -
Yeah. 'course. C'mere.
October 20, 2025 at 11:39 AM
Yeah. 'course. C'mere.
the moment and not get lost in his head or to the mechanical jargon of the brainwashing.
October 8, 2025 at 11:23 AM
the moment and not get lost in his head or to the mechanical jargon of the brainwashing.
"Yeah, pal. I got ya," Steve reassured again, on his knees and then his feet instantly, arms curving under Bucky's shoulders gently to hoist him up and against him.
"You still live in that little flat by where the ball park used to be?" A steady rhythm to his cadence, hoping to ground Bucky to-
"You still live in that little flat by where the ball park used to be?" A steady rhythm to his cadence, hoping to ground Bucky to-
October 8, 2025 at 11:23 AM
"Yeah, pal. I got ya," Steve reassured again, on his knees and then his feet instantly, arms curving under Bucky's shoulders gently to hoist him up and against him.
"You still live in that little flat by where the ball park used to be?" A steady rhythm to his cadence, hoping to ground Bucky to-
"You still live in that little flat by where the ball park used to be?" A steady rhythm to his cadence, hoping to ground Bucky to-
"I'm not leavin ya," Steve sighed as he scooped his best friend closer.
It was difficult to watch this happen, every single time, and yet every time it hurt just as much if not more than the first.
"You've never hurt me. I've never been hurt because kd you. Trust me."
It was difficult to watch this happen, every single time, and yet every time it hurt just as much if not more than the first.
"You've never hurt me. I've never been hurt because kd you. Trust me."
October 7, 2025 at 8:16 PM
"I'm not leavin ya," Steve sighed as he scooped his best friend closer.
It was difficult to watch this happen, every single time, and yet every time it hurt just as much if not more than the first.
"You've never hurt me. I've never been hurt because kd you. Trust me."
It was difficult to watch this happen, every single time, and yet every time it hurt just as much if not more than the first.
"You've never hurt me. I've never been hurt because kd you. Trust me."
He stroked gloved fingers down Bucky's neck and shoulders, only then realizing the wound.
"You're hurt, Buck."
"You're hurt, Buck."
October 7, 2025 at 2:53 PM
He stroked gloved fingers down Bucky's neck and shoulders, only then realizing the wound.
"You're hurt, Buck."
"You're hurt, Buck."
Whatever happened to this Bucky's Steve had to have been unbearable and awful, if Bucky's reaction has anything to say for it. And that's okay. He doesn't need to be the Rogers this Bucky knew, he just needed to be the friend he deserved right now.
"Yeah. I'm here. Not goin' anywhere." --
"Yeah. I'm here. Not goin' anywhere." --
October 7, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Whatever happened to this Bucky's Steve had to have been unbearable and awful, if Bucky's reaction has anything to say for it. And that's okay. He doesn't need to be the Rogers this Bucky knew, he just needed to be the friend he deserved right now.
"Yeah. I'm here. Not goin' anywhere." --
"Yeah. I'm here. Not goin' anywhere." --
and tried with every Bucky he met to instill that in them.
They all deserved that, no matter their background they had.
"I'm here, pal." Steve's left hand threaded through Bucky's hair, resting their foreheads together and allowing Bucky to breathe with him, slowing his breath and his heart rate.
They all deserved that, no matter their background they had.
"I'm here, pal." Steve's left hand threaded through Bucky's hair, resting their foreheads together and allowing Bucky to breathe with him, slowing his breath and his heart rate.
October 7, 2025 at 1:18 PM
and tried with every Bucky he met to instill that in them.
They all deserved that, no matter their background they had.
"I'm here, pal." Steve's left hand threaded through Bucky's hair, resting their foreheads together and allowing Bucky to breathe with him, slowing his breath and his heart rate.
They all deserved that, no matter their background they had.
"I'm here, pal." Steve's left hand threaded through Bucky's hair, resting their foreheads together and allowing Bucky to breathe with him, slowing his breath and his heart rate.
Whatever Bucky was going through, Steve would hold him and tell him it was alright. It's what he wished he'd done that day instead of leaving. Bucky's fragile face, the look of being deserted in his eyes, had never quite left Steve feeling the best. He meant to come back, he had always meant it--
October 7, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Whatever Bucky was going through, Steve would hold him and tell him it was alright. It's what he wished he'd done that day instead of leaving. Bucky's fragile face, the look of being deserted in his eyes, had never quite left Steve feeling the best. He meant to come back, he had always meant it--
weathered with time, but no less the man he had always been. Strong and tethered, grounding and loving. By the time Bucky was saying his name, his strong arms had wrapped around his friend's frame, embracing him.
"Gotcha," he whispered against his temple, into hair, body shaking with him.
"Gotcha," he whispered against his temple, into hair, body shaking with him.
October 7, 2025 at 12:35 PM
weathered with time, but no less the man he had always been. Strong and tethered, grounding and loving. By the time Bucky was saying his name, his strong arms had wrapped around his friend's frame, embracing him.
"Gotcha," he whispered against his temple, into hair, body shaking with him.
"Gotcha," he whispered against his temple, into hair, body shaking with him.
It was like watching his worst nightmare over and over again, only too aware that he /had/ watched this over and over again. But every time he saw it, every time a Bucky went down this road, he'd be all too grateful to have been there for him.
Punch after punch, hard to weak, Steve took it,--
Punch after punch, hard to weak, Steve took it,--
October 7, 2025 at 12:35 PM
It was like watching his worst nightmare over and over again, only too aware that he /had/ watched this over and over again. But every time he saw it, every time a Bucky went down this road, he'd be all too grateful to have been there for him.
Punch after punch, hard to weak, Steve took it,--
Punch after punch, hard to weak, Steve took it,--
Maybe not the best words, but the ones that always seemed to work in the end. Steve had met a Bucky yet that hadn't responded well... but there was a first for everything.
"Or I hope you do. Hey, Buck?" His voice wavered, emotions tearing at his vocal chords.
"Or I hope you do. Hey, Buck?" His voice wavered, emotions tearing at his vocal chords.
October 7, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Maybe not the best words, but the ones that always seemed to work in the end. Steve had met a Bucky yet that hadn't responded well... but there was a first for everything.
"Or I hope you do. Hey, Buck?" His voice wavered, emotions tearing at his vocal chords.
"Or I hope you do. Hey, Buck?" His voice wavered, emotions tearing at his vocal chords.
It'd always made Steve's heart ache to watch any version of Bucky struggle, to know the pain and horror he'd en endured without him. He'd made a promise, one he intended to keep, to any Bucky he ever met.
"It's okay." Lowering his hands, his posture, as if luring in a rabid dog. "You know me."--
"It's okay." Lowering his hands, his posture, as if luring in a rabid dog. "You know me."--
October 7, 2025 at 11:56 AM
It'd always made Steve's heart ache to watch any version of Bucky struggle, to know the pain and horror he'd en endured without him. He'd made a promise, one he intended to keep, to any Bucky he ever met.
"It's okay." Lowering his hands, his posture, as if luring in a rabid dog. "You know me."--
"It's okay." Lowering his hands, his posture, as if luring in a rabid dog. "You know me."--
to fix on Bucky-- no the Soldier.
His hands raised, showing no weapons.
"I'm not."
His hands raised, showing no weapons.
"I'm not."
October 7, 2025 at 11:35 AM
to fix on Bucky-- no the Soldier.
His hands raised, showing no weapons.
"I'm not."
His hands raised, showing no weapons.
"I'm not."
This jump landed right in the middle of a street, the static in the air forcing his lungs to work a little harder, his heart beating quicker than he wanted, and the voice behind dragging every fear to the surface that stained his nightmares.
Steve turned, denim blue eyes hyper focused and quick--
Steve turned, denim blue eyes hyper focused and quick--
October 7, 2025 at 11:35 AM
This jump landed right in the middle of a street, the static in the air forcing his lungs to work a little harder, his heart beating quicker than he wanted, and the voice behind dragging every fear to the surface that stained his nightmares.
Steve turned, denim blue eyes hyper focused and quick--
Steve turned, denim blue eyes hyper focused and quick--
Another jump through time--looking for that place he once called home--Steve had run across hundreds of versions of himself, his friends, his loved ones, and even Bucky. The worst was always Bucky. All the tortured souls he'd left behind, eventually, all of them ghosting his every waking step.
--
--
October 7, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Another jump through time--looking for that place he once called home--Steve had run across hundreds of versions of himself, his friends, his loved ones, and even Bucky. The worst was always Bucky. All the tortured souls he'd left behind, eventually, all of them ghosting his every waking step.
--
--
Yeah. Of course.
January 23, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Yeah. Of course.
Yeah, I guess so.
January 19, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Yeah, I guess so.
Elbows back.
January 19, 2025 at 9:17 PM
Elbows back.
"Hey, Sharon..."
November 22, 2024 at 3:52 AM
"Hey, Sharon..."
|| Of course!
November 17, 2024 at 9:56 PM
|| Of course!