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    Steve's MO for living his 21st century life is: keep it simple, fight the good fight with SHIELD and the Avengers, sketch the world around him whenever possible, forget to think about love and all things romance.
    Steve's 21st Century Life has different plans: a certain charming waiter, a bistro that almost becomes Steve's second home, and an attraction that sends Steve swooning as he starts dreaming of a less lonely existence.

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    25 May 2018

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    When it starts raining, it pours– a torrential storm that floods the streets in minutes. People duck under awnings, rush inside stores for dear life. Steve, however, thinks himself impervious and waltzes his way on.

     The hail comes soon after.

     Steve slips inside the first door he sees as discreetly as possible, dripping puddles on the floor and clutching his bag of sketchbooks close to his heart as though cradling a defenseless child. He looks up to find himself inside a small bistro– a quiet little corner of Brooklyn. He ruffles his wet hair in a futile attempt at drying it, prepared to ask for a bucket and a mop before the employee that he hears approaching gets a chance to rightly cuss him out.

     He lifts his head about to voice a greeting, and a moment that feels damn near written in the stars, the sky, the very universe since its first grain of existence smacks him in the face with a shrill cackle and knocks all breath out of his chest.

     The ‘Moment’ is 6 feet tall and handing him a stack of napkins. The Moment has pink upturned lips, silky hair drawn back into a low bun at the nape of his neck, and gray-blue twinkling eyes that mesmerize Steve into oblivion.

     The Moment exhales a soft amused breath and pulls back his offering of napkins with a little aborted movement, while Steve just stands there, mouth half-open in an undignified startled look.

     “You’re right, these are probably useless,” the Moment concedes with a smirk, apparently mistaking Steve’s reaction for a remark on the inadequacy of the paper napkins. “Let me grab something better.”

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    “Tom,” Sara, the Senior Marketing Associate, said levelly, “if you don’t let me promote our bedroom product line using the Winter Soldier’s tweet reviews, I will quit. I will quit today. I will leave you high and dry with a junior marketing associate and an intern, Tom. The intern just started last week. He doesn’t even know how to work the copier yet.”

    The VP for Public Affairs rubbed his temples. “Sara.”

    She slapped a piece of paper onto his desk. “I already wrote my letter of resignation. You know what it says? It says that I cannot possibly do my job if I’m deprived of the best free publicity opportunity that has ever crossed my desk, and that will ever cross it again, in the form of one James Buchanan Barnes and his Supersoldier Fuckability Index.”

    (Bucky reviews IKEA beds. The marketing team responds.)

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    23 May 2018

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    the notorious JBB @BuckyBarnes
    the leg bolts tore out of the wood right when I was about to *** in Steve’s mouth. technically that makes it the sturdiest model yet, but I’m taking off points because after the bed broke I fell on my *** and Steve was laughing too hard to finish the job. 2 out of 5 *****

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    Steve is specifically told not to fraternize with the independently contracted Winter Soldier.

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    22 May 2018

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    The meeting wraps up and the Soldier finally talks again, telling Fury what ammo he plans to use and requesting that the money for supplies be deposited into his account so that he can outfit himself. His voice is more quiet than Steve would have expected; it has an interesting tonelessness that obscures both emotions and any hint of an accent. All that Steve can read from him is menacing professionalism. The metal arm doesn’t come off the table again until the Soldier gets up to leave.

    Steve looks down and sees that he’s attempted to shade the glints and shadows on the metal arm with a common ink pen. The results are rough to say the least. He moves to tuck the papers back into his briefing folder when the Soldier’s suddenly standing right at Steve’s elbow and tilting his gaze down at Steve.

    All of the tolerant thoughts Steve’s been harboring toward the Soldier disappear; his body registers threat and his muscles tense for a fight.

    The Soldier’s right hand – the non-metal one, but still covered in a glove – shoots forward to flip the folder back open. He runs his index finger over the drawing briefly before efficiently picking up the paper, tucking it into his own folder, and walking out of the room.

    Steve’s eyebrow raises on its own, and he turns to see the same look on the other Avengers’ faces.

    “What does Steve have in his folder that I don’t have in mine?” Tony turns on Fury, while Natasha frowns privately at Steve, to which he shrugs.

    “I drew the schematics for his arm on one of my briefing documents. I guess he didn’t like us having that,” Steve says, refusing to admit that he’d been doodling on his very official and important paperwork. He legitimately has no idea what piqued the Soldier’s interest in his little drawing.

    Fury looks like he’s going to call Steve out anyway, so Steve clears his throat and leads his team back to the Tower.

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    22 May 2018

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    Bucky moves onto Pastor Rogers’ farm on a Sunday.

     

    “Can’t offer you much right now,” Rogers had said with a sad twist to his mouth, “but there’s an old cabin needs fixing up, you’re welcome to camp out there and do whatever you want with it.” He laughed. “Maybe you can even teach my boy to use a hammer.”

     

    The pastor's seventeen year old son Steve is the last thing Bucky expects. He's got a smart mouth, a nose for trouble, and a habit of seducing members of the football team. Bucky didn't think he was looking for anything, but Steve 's got his own ideas about what Bucky needs.

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    22 May 2018

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    Bucky’s not sure what possesses him to do it, and even as he moves, he’s sure he’ll get a slap for his trouble, but he runs his fingers up Steve’s arm and slides it carefully around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. For a moment, Steve doesn’t react, and Bucky’s certain that slap is coming, but it doesn’t. Steve relaxes into his chest and tentatively slips his arms around Bucky’s waist. “You’ll hit ‘em harder next time,” Bucky mutters, lifting his other hand to stroke Steve’s hair. Ain’t that right, Stevie Wonder?”

    Steve makes a noise, quiet and muffled. It could be a laugh or a sob. “Who even likes Stevie Wonder?” Steve mumbles.

    “You do,” Bucky tells him decisively, and on impulse, he presses a kiss into Steve’s sweaty hair. Then, smiling when Steve tenses, he starts to sing softly, “You are the sunshine of my life-

    “Oh my god, Bucky, shut up-”

    That’s why I’ll always be around-

    Steve hits him after all, but not that hard.