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I think I only said it in a tag before, but I haven't been quite this insane over a ship since stucky. Idk what it is...something something 70 years, a notebook, a backpack, fighting side by side. something something, two boys the wrong age out of time and borrowing more...

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it's lowkey crazy how stucky will have me entertaining about a dozen contradictory headcanons all at once, like

they explored each other's bodies in their old shoebox apartment in brooklyn, two young things learning how to love in each other's arms. they never even kissed before wakanda. they were lovers during the war, stealing secret caresses and breathless i love you's in the darkness whenever they could. they first confessed their feelings post-catws, each thinking their love was unrequited - and surprised to learn that they were, in fact, loved back. they finally tied the knot in wakanda, after bucky got out of cryo, and lived happily ever after in the most unexpected of places: a farm - their farm. cacw never happened at all; one day, bucky showed up on steve's doorstep, with a few fragile memories and only one certainty he was holding onto (steve was everything to him), and now they're living in brooklyn, close to their old neighborhood, building a life together in the most unexpected of places: the future.

and they're all rotating in the blorbo microwave, all together, all the time

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pre-serum steve had heart problems. he had asthma. by all counts, bucky had no reason to suspect the racing of his heart to mean anything other than something medical. there's never a reason to question his quickened breath; steve always startled his asthma easy.

tonight was no different- in fact, with a black eye and likely-broken nose, steve's breathing is more than irregular.

however.

bucky's face, inches from his. it made his eyes cross and his head dizzy. bucky was ever-so gentle. just barely dabbing the wet cloth against the curve of steve's cheekbone. he winces where steve doesn't; sympathy and frustration are sitting sisters between his brows.

idly, steve wonders if he ever tires of treating him like glass. there's a limit to his frustration; steve's smart enough to know there's more than one reason bucky spends his days off at the boxing gym.

almost as if to juxtapose his thoughts, bucky's hand grabs at his chin. tilting steve one way and the other, looking him over for any further imperfections.

they're close enough that steve can feel the puff of bucky's breath on his jaw. his own feels shorter. the beating of his heart rises to his ears.

steve's tongue runs over the split on his lip.

bucky's eyes flick to his mouth; the lighting in their dingy brooklyn appartment is far too faint for steve's eyesight to tell if there's any color to his friend's cheeks.

"you're gonna have to ice that one yourself, pal."

suddenly he's a step back, and there's a smile on his face that doesn't quite raise his ears the way steve's used to.

turning his head to glance at their icebox, he's sure bucky can spot the embarrassed color that floods his cheeks. there's nothing he should be embarrassed about.

"right. i'll do that."

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Steve texting Sam and Nat : Hi so there's some documentation work I and Buck needs someone's signature. Can you show up we can get pizza later

Nat * shows up in the most glamorous dress with gifts and vine because she is the spy and knows those idiots are getting married and needs her to be a witness

Sam in rest of his life :YOU MORONS DIDN'T GIVE ME A PROPER INVITE TO YOUR WEDDING DOCUMENTS MY ASS

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