[ Bucky regards him, his expression flat an unreadable -- somewhere in the back of his mind he remembers this, a distant memory, and there's a fondness for him that he cannot quite explain.
He's more than aware of the mischief in his eyes, and he knows that this is what Steve does, this is the man that he is. A long time ago, Bucky Barnes loved him more than life itself; this small, fragile person with the heart of a lion.
Bucky lets the silence stretch between them, before he finally chooses to reply: ]
no subject
He's more than aware of the mischief in his eyes, and he knows that this is what Steve does, this is the man that he is. A long time ago, Bucky Barnes loved him more than life itself; this small, fragile person with the heart of a lion.
Bucky lets the silence stretch between them, before he finally chooses to reply: ]
It's why they invented footstools.