"His worth is not for you to decide. Do you think me incapable of caring for myself or judging the character of those around me, do you doubt my intelligence? If no, then why do you give yourself the right to judge on my behalf in this matter? He is mine, Thor, and he was never intended to be yours too."

No matter what Thor said, Loren feared down to his soul that he would lose Anthony. He did not get attached easily, but he became fiercely attached once he allowed himself to become so. He loved Anthony, much more than he usually let himself show, and he did not ever want to lose him. The age difference didn't matter, the cultural difference didn't matter, he was just what Loren wanted.

Bucky tried to ignore the argument going on and leaned into Steve, putting his head on one slender shoulder in utter mortification. "I was talking about being in love with you," he said, once again letting his stupid drunk mouth get away with him. "Thought Loren could tell me if it was dumb to be in love that fast, and then I sort of told Thor. I didn't mean to. Jesus Christ, I'm an idiot."