It was a good thing that Tony wasn’t lurking in the halls to hear that. He would have busted a gut not saying something about how the phrasing went. He was upstairs, retrofitting the scanners because he didn’t trust the weird array of runed crystals to do what Bucky assured him it would. It left the two men, who had technically spent more time apart than they ever were together, sit quietly and contemplate the stars.
Not that Steve was looking at the stars anymore. Not when Bucky’s reflection was now in the glass and they were sitting close enough for their hips and shoulders to touch. Steve would never act on it. He never had and never would. His feelings might not be considered ‘wrong’ anymore, but they still felt wrong sometimes because it was a breach of trust. The one night… Steve sometimes believed that night had never happened. It could have been some sort of delirious dream, Steve had a lot of fever dreams that were strange and vivid before and after that incident.
“In the grand scheme of things, yeah, we both are. And I’m all right with that. All we can do is work hard and save what we can. Who we can.” But Steve was loosing hope that there would be many left. He put a hand on Bucky’s knee, and it was supposed to be a pat, but it lingered a little too long before the blond stood up. “All right, I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is going to be here before we know it.”
And that was the truth. Tony’s voice would come over the intercom (something else he rigged up) less than three hours later. “Everyone to the bridge. You’ve got to see this.”
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It was a good thing that Tony wasn’t lurking in the halls to hear that. He would have busted a gut not saying something about how the phrasing went. He was upstairs, retrofitting the scanners because he didn’t trust the weird array of runed crystals to do what Bucky assured him it would. It left the two men, who had technically spent more time apart than they ever were together, sit quietly and contemplate the stars.
Not that Steve was looking at the stars anymore. Not when Bucky’s reflection was now in the glass and they were sitting close enough for their hips and shoulders to touch. Steve would never act on it. He never had and never would. His feelings might not be considered ‘wrong’ anymore, but they still felt wrong sometimes because it was a breach of trust. The one night… Steve sometimes believed that night had never happened. It could have been some sort of delirious dream, Steve had a lot of fever dreams that were strange and vivid before and after that incident.
“In the grand scheme of things, yeah, we both are. And I’m all right with that. All we can do is work hard and save what we can. Who we can.” But Steve was loosing hope that there would be many left. He put a hand on Bucky’s knee, and it was supposed to be a pat, but it lingered a little too long before the blond stood up. “All right, I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is going to be here before we know it.”
And that was the truth. Tony’s voice would come over the intercom (something else he rigged up) less than three hours later. “Everyone to the bridge. You’ve got to see this.”