27 Sep 2016
Steve had been all of nineteen years old, frustrated with the obvious pretense of dominating Bucky when he barely came up to Bucky’s shoulder, even though they both desperately wanted it to work. He’d snapped, “This is stupid, Buck! I couldn’t really boss you around when you were six years old!”
Bucky, without hesitation, had said, “I’ll be five, then. Come on, here, I’m five.”
He’d folded to his knees and looked up at Steve for the first time with Jamesy’s eyes, spoke for the first time with Jamesy’s voice, and said, “Mister? I need somebody to look after me.”
Steve hadn’t always done the best job of it, but God, he’d tried, and he’d loved trying. He wasn’t ever going to quit trying.
- Part 1 of Little Bitty
20 Jun 2017
Bucky and Steve have a good morning; Jemmie and Daddy have a good night.
- Part 2 of Little Bitty