I bet if you put Anthony Mackie and Robert Downey Jr. in the same room for long enough, their combined excitement at playing superheroes would make the Marvel cinematic universe become reality.
"who do you want me to be?"
"how about a friend?"
Bucky in Steve’s apartment a few months after they find him, sneaking up on Steve in the kitchen one morning the way less than a handful of people are capable of and slipping his hand down the waistband of Steve’s pants.
Steve going all startle-still like some kind of prey animal as he lets Bucky box him in against the counter, afraid to say anything or move at all because this is… this is Bucky wanting something with no prompting or coaxing. This is Bucky wanting him like they’re not straddling the wrong side of a century and standing on the opposite side of a lot of razor wire.
“Had a dream,” Bucky says, and his mouth’s on the back of Steve’s neck, moving around to behind his ear, wet lips brushing along his hairline. His fingers are rubbing over and down the not-so-soft length of Steve’s dick. His metal hand is cool but getting warmer where it’s fixed on Steve’s hip, like he needs to hold Steve in place, ever. Like Steve wouldn’t give him anything, anything at all.
“Buck,” Steve blurts in a shocky little whisper. He knocks the coffee mug he’d been taking out of a cabinet over with a dull-high thunk and the spoon rattles across the counter. Bucky’s got his hips against Steve’s ass and Steve can feel him, hard and burning hot, alive and right there, safe and close enough to whole for hope to stick around. There’s so much heat coming off Bucky everywhere, radiating like fever but not as dry or hinting at sickness, like he’s making up for years of ice. Steve swallows heavy enough that it hurts his throat.
“Dreamed about you—about this,” Bucky says to the back of Steve’s ear, sounding so controlled and not controlled at all, not if you know what you’re listening for. He keeps working Steve’s dick in his grip, the head dragging on the loose sweats Steve sleeps in and sending jitters down his spine. Bucky lets out a little sound, low and barely-there and everything. “Wanted to see if it felt the same.”
Steve’s trying so hard to stay still that he’s shaking, or maybe he’s just plain shaking. He shuts his eyes and he’s biting at his cheek and he still can’t stop himself shifting back into the pressure of Bucky’s hips against his ass, the weight of him at his back. “Does it?” he asks, forces it out on the wave of a shattered breath, ruts into Bucky’s fist because he can’t help it, never could.
It’s probably his imagination, his brain firing too many connections all at once, electricity sparking like cannons going off, but he thinks Bucky’s hiding a smile against his neck. He chooses to believe it anyway.
“Not sure yet,” Bucky says, hushed and going right to Steve’s gut. He thumbs over where Steve’s getting wet, sticky, and a whine breaks in Steve’s mouth and embeds in his soft palate. He has to keep his hands flat on the counter in case he cracks the surface by pressing too hard. He has to let Bucky make the first moves. He has to remember to breathe.
Bucky steps impossibly closer, fits them tighter against each other. His hand moves faster, twists. Steve stops trying to hold himself together.
the sacred simplicity of you at my side | bucky and steve, after
falling slowly → you have suffered enough and warred with yourself / it’s time that you won • lay down your arms → there’s still a path i haven’t wandered / but i’m afraid of where it leads • last year’s war → you’re still bloody from last year’s war / your bandages, your bullet holes like mine / and i’m here with my stars out / you say you’re scared / well so am i • eric’s song → and of course i forgive / i’ve seen how you live / like a phoenix you rise from the ashes / you pick up the pieces / and the ghosts in the attic / they never quite leave • morning lullabies → i will watch you heal with me • challengers → whatever the mess you are, you’re mine, okay? • tomorrow will be kinder → sorrow weighs my shoulders down / and trouble haunts my mind / but i know the present will not last / and tomorrow will be kinder • falling away with you → so i’ll love whatever you become / and forget the reckless things we’ve done / i think our lives have just begun
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okay though if there’s anything that struck me on rewatching the first Cap movie it’s how much Steve and Bucky are such assholes to each other and it’s amazing
and like can you just imagine recovered!Bucky and Steve going on missions together and Steve being like
"wow Buck that thing you did there was actually kind of smart, all the stupid must’ve grown out in your hair"
and Bucky being all
"you might not know this, Steve, but there’s this thing we say these days that might be really useful for you to know and it goes like this: go fuck yourself"
and all the other avengers looking at each other like we read about you in history books, you are national heroes, what even