“I only met [Stan Lee] a few times; I never really got a full one-on-one with him, but he was always, like: ‘Remember, Bucky’s one of the good ones. Bucky’s a good guy.’” – Sebastian Stan
I live in New York and I love it, because it doesn’t make me feel like my life is always just about acting and that world of acting. I don’t have expectations.
“Can’t be both?” Bucky drawled, watching Loki with a chuckle. “Any room for me over there?”
Loki gave a little smile, opening his arms. “There’s always room for my beautiful warrior.” he mused. He avoided using the word soldier when he referred to Bucky, knowing it was related to a dark time in his boyfriend’s long life. “As much as I’m glad your dog enjoys my company, I don’t come over to see him.” he promised.
Loki liked swimming in the pool at the apartment complex. Summertime in New York was odd, and Loki knew the pool water was cool, so he’d gone down to lay in the shade for a while. Dark green swim trunks clung to his legs and a pair of dark sunglasses covered his eyes as he lay on a lounge chair under one of the umbrellas. He had been out for half an hour or so when he decided maybe he didn’t want to be alone. He materialized his phone and sent a quick message to Bucky, hoping the other wasn’t busy.
[to; Bucky ♡]: Afternoon, handsome. Free for a swim?
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