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  1. Public Bookmark 55

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    Steve watches him at a vendor. He picks up a plum with his left hand and gives it a light squeeze. The hand is gloved, hiding the metal away under something that looks smooth and black. Steve can’t tell if Bucky’s got senses in the fingers that fire and tell him it’s a good plum.

    Steve has only ever seen the arm cause immeasurable damage, probably caused more than its fair share of nightmares for those who’ve seen it. He knows Bucky is right handed, but Bucky goes through the stall’s fruit with only his left hand, like he’s making a point. Steve watches closely until he gets it.

    Bucky is practicing being gentle. He smiles at the vendor, an older lady who smiles back at him with some level of familiarity. He looks. Innocuous.

     

    [Or Steve goes looking for his best friend in Bucharest, he's just not sure if he's found him.]

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    17 May 2017

  2. Public Bookmark 18

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    They told you it would hurt, they told you it would never last, they told you that you would never be happy. They told you not to bother. They told you to do it right, to do anything on earth but this: be anything but this. You tried to listen.

    But they never told you—that even though you know all of that, even though you saw the house on fire down the street—you would still love him anyway.

    What the hell? You feel like they probably could have mentioned it.

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    16 Apr 2017

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    “I always liked daisies,” Sam confessed, only after Clint admitted he had a fond admiration for lavender and Wanda said she loved baby’s breath.

    “I’m growing those,” Bucky told Sam.

    Sam took a long sip of his drink, face smoothing over. “I’m deathly allergic.”

     

    [OR the one where Bucky uses gardening as a coping mechanism, learns the language of flowers and starts dropping hints about his true feelings left, right and center—Steve can’t help it if he’s a little slow on the uptake.]

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    23 Mar 2017

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    "What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

    There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

    “Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

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    18 Mar 2017

  5. Public Bookmark 56

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    "Bucky," Steve says, dropping to his knees beside him. He feels helpless. "Tell me how to help."

    "The nerves," Bucky wheezes. His eyes open, but they're glassy and unfocused. "They're all live, feels like I'm on fire."

    Missing scenes from Siberia to Wakanda.

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    14 Mar 2017