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Steve grinned at Bucky, he was excited too. They’d finally get to enjoy having a daughter together like they’d talked about for so long. And she was so lovely too, with her blue eyes and brown hair
Bucky paused when Steve said nothing and opted to just watch him and smile. “Did we miss anything? We got everything done, right?” He asked, moving to stand behind Steve and rest his chin on his shoulder.
Steve hummed softly as Bucky tugged him closer. “m’kay,” he answered, unable to really deny Bucky anything as he slid off the stool and walked back to their bedroom with him. He crawled back into bed and tugged Bucky close once he was in bed as well. He curled up against him, laying his head on the other’s chest and holding him close. “Love you, Bucky…”
Bucky made sure the warm was comfortable for them, holding Steve close and leaning to kiss Steve’s temple. “Love ya, too, Stevie. Get some sleep, you really do need it.” He urged, one hand moving to pet through blonde hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up, I swear.” He promised, closing his eyes. It was oddly reminiscent of the days before his fall, when he would sneak to Steve’s quarters and hold him close because Steve was the only thing he knew was real for a while before the missions needed him. He lay quietly for a few minutes before he started humming an old song, one he used to sing when all they had was a rundown kitchen to dance in when they weren’t struggling to make ends meet.
Steve watched him for a moment before he finally gave in and nodded slowly. “I… have some things where I”ve been staying. I’d like to get them before… we got to your place.” He pulled out his wallet to settle his tab so they could go.
Bucky nodded as Steve agreed. “We can swing by and pick your things up. I do have an apartment away from the tower where I usually stay, so we’ll go there until you think you’re ready to try the tower.”
“It’s all right,” Steve answered quietly. “I don’t sleep much without you anyway.” He leaned against Bucky and it was obvious just how exhausted he really was, even if he tried to deny it. “Think you’ll come back to bed again or did you want to just get our day started since we’re both awake now anyway?”
Bucky moved to turn and wrap his arms around Steve. “I’m coming back to bed. I was drinking some chamomile tea.” he explained, kissing his boyfriend’s temple. “Come on, you need sleep, Steve. You’re on the verge of collapse as is.” His Brooklyn came out, knowing Steve really couldn’t resist him when he drawled the right way, tugging Steve closer to him.
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“You say that now,” Steve said quietly from where he lay on their bed. “But what if the war comes here and you get called to go, Bucky? What then? They won’t let omega’s fight.. I’ll be here… alone…”
Bucky sighed and leaned to kiss Steve’s head. “Hey, if they call up and I have to go, we’ll find a way to bring you with somehow. If I can’t, just write me a letter everyday, I’ll write you one everyday until I get home, alright? My heart is going to be here, even if my body isn’t.”
Steve looked up at him slowly. “Your friends don’t seem to think that way,” he said quietly. “They wanted to lock me up, throw away the key… put me on trial… if that happened, I wouldn’t live a week. Your government wants me arrested and put on trial, Bucky. They want me dead. How can you even be seen here with me?”
Bucky listened to him and shook his head. “The team knows what you did wasn’t really you. They’ll do what they can to help you adjust.” he promised. He arched a brow at the last question. “You’re my best friend, Steve. If you think I was going to just sit by and let you suffer, you’re wrong. I don’t know what you’ve remembered so far, but I’ve never turned my back on you and I’ll be damned if I do that now.”
Steve watched him carefully for a moment before he dropped his gaze down to his hands, though the metal one seemed to move more slowly than it should have. Probably because he hadn’t had anyone to do any maintenance on it and he could only do so much on his own. “I…. I don’t know what I want to do,” he answered quietly, in a slightly shaky voice. “I… I want to remember you and… and everything that I have forgotten but… the idea that I won’t like what I remember terrifies me. What about all the people I killed, the things I did… how can you just… want to help me after all of that?”
Bucky watched him, reaching over to lay his hand over one of Steve’s. “Because what you did wasn’t you. Not the real you.” he replied. “You didn’t have a choice. They tortured you, Stevie. Brainwashed you and erased everything. I missed a little, but mostly I was there for everything. I don’t regret anything that happened back then, except not being able to save you.” he explained, icy blue eyes watching the blonde. “Come back with me for a while. You can sleep on the couch, or on the floor or in the bed so I can wake you up if you have a nightmare. You don’t need to go through all of this alone.”
Steve looked at the small notebook and pencil and quickly took them, putting them into the pockets of his jacket before looking back up at Bucky slowly once more. “What if I try to hurt you?” he asked quietly. “I… I have nightmares. What if I keep you up at night or…” he trailed off and swallowed hard. “I don’t wanna be a burden to anyone. It’s why I kept hidin’ from you and everyone else.”
Bucky couldn’t help the smile as Steve took the sketchbook and pencil. There was still Steve under all that torture. “I can handle it easier than anyone else, Stevie.” he assured. He was quiet as the other continued, looking down for a moment. “You aren’t the only one who has nightmares. I don’t sleep most nights.” he replied, ice blue eyes looking up at him. “Steve, you could never, ever be a burden to me. Till the end of the line, right?”
Steve sipped at the beer and looked at him for a moment. “I should,” he said quietly. “Your face always shows up in my dreams, my memories… my sketchbooks. I went to the museum. It says your name is James Barnes but that I called you Bucky. It also said I was Captain America until I was presumed dead and you took over.” He took another drink from the beer. “I don’t really remember anything else.”
Bucky watched the other, years of carefully composed features taking in everything. “You started drawing again?” he asked, his tone perhaps a little more hopeful than he’d intended. One hand reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small notebook and a small charcoal pencil, setting it down across from him. He nodded at the comment about his names. “Yeah, you did. You were the only one who did for a real long time, Stevie.” His blue eyes looked pained for a second, and he looked down at his beer. “We all thought you were dead. Watching you fall for trying to save me…I didn’t take the mantle for a while. I couldn’t. But when they realized that Hydra had used their own version of the serum on me, it kind of got pressed until I agreed. I didn’t do it for the stupid fame or nothin’, though. I did it cuz you hated bullies, and Hydra was the biggest bunch of ‘em we could get to.” The Brooklyn was coming out as he spoke, blue eyes just a little hazy as he remembered everything. He looked up at Steve. “They don’t know you’re alive. I can take you home, help you out.”
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