forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

tune

Steve glanced at the clock tiredly, they’d watched a near hour of Citizen Kane, something classic and from their time. Even though Steve had never seen it, he remembered friends in the army telling him it was worth watching. He knew Bucky had seen it— and it might jog something back, so they decided that a movie in their “home,” might be a nice way to spend the afternoon after lunch.

Bucky had fallen asleep after a while, leaning his head on Steve's shoulder, body drooped against the blond man's. His breathing was deep and even, as he was fast asleep. He likely would wake up if Steve moved too much.

After a while, Steve noticed Bucky was still against him. He smiled at the sleeping man tuckered out against his shoulder. His own eyelids were beginning to drop, and he felt a small sense of peace as he nodded off into a quiet sleep with a smile on his face.

Bucky shifted a little bit, still sleeping. He let out a sleepy sound for just a moment, cuddling closer to Steve without meaning to.

Steve shifted into a state of half-sleep, not taking note of where he was and who he was with. All he felt was the softness of Bucky’s sweater and his steady breathing. Steve burrowed himself deeper into what felt like his bed, softly turning and gripping the waist of a very strong pillow.

Bucky kept sleeping, breathing even and steady. He let out a soft hum in his sleep, but continued to sleep.

Sam hesitated at the door of the living room, his hand inches from the doorknob. It had become a shared space for the Avengers, and was usually bustling with life at this hour…but it was silent. The door was open, not locked of closed, and Sam slowly crept in with a cautionary hand behind him, ready to grab a hidden knife if there was an unwelcome guest. As he stalked toward the living room he heard the soft music coming from the TV– someone was definitely here. Sam's face twisted into a bewildered expression of surprise and grinning as he fumbled for his phone, a quiet squeal already escaping as he took a photo. "They won't believe this. Hahaaa!" Sam laughed as he snapped another picture of the two.

Bucky shifted a little bit again in his sleep. At Sam's laughter, his eyes flashed open, pinpricks of blue in the shadows of his face. Before he was even aware of what he was doing, he was lunging off of the couch, left arm outstretched, hand clamping down and lifting Sam into the air, his eyes narrowed with distrust. He dimly recognized Sam as the one that Steve had been with a lot just a week or so ago, but the rest of him was screaming intruder.

Steve leapt up before he was even awake, his tired words barely coherent but frantic. "–Bucky, it's Sam. B- It's Sam; he's cool…" He shook his head, feeling the pricks of adrenaline, "Bucky? It's Sam– I know him. Put him down, wouldja?"

Sam, suspended in the air with a noose of metal around his neck, immediately realized the man in front of him. History books and his own battles with him– Bucky Barne, The Winter Soldier, whoever he was, he was here and choking him in a very tight grip. He thought he was Steves…boyfriend…or something like that. Big mistake.

Bucky glanced over at Steve for a moment, then back at Sam. He hesitated for a long moment, then slowly put Sam down again, stepping back, but not lowering his guard. He swallowed slightly, blue eyes flashing in the light from the TV as he looked from Steve, to Sam again, his eyes staying on Sam in a manner more like a watchdog or a wolf than a man.

Sam tried to stifle his cough as he regained his balance, shaking his head at Steve as he passed him. "You have great taste in men, Rogers." He said, making his way to the kitchen.

"Taste in wh– I don't..have a t– no, no no you've got the wrong idea." Steve stuttered after Sam, glancing back at a very petrified Bucky.

Bucky's eyebrows drew together a little at Sam's comment. He recognized what Sam meant, but…could Steve possibly think about him that way? No. Impossible. Impossible. Steve had loved Peggy, he had seen– wait. Yes, he remembered…watching as Steve led Peggy onto the dance floor and watching her like there wasn't anyone else in the room, while he, Bucky, sat at the sidelines with a drink in his hands and wished he could tell his best friend…tell him what? He couldn't remember, now, what he had wanted to tell Steve.

After a light banter with Sam on their scene on the couch– Steve finally decided that he couldn't talk about this anymore.
"Unbelievable." Sam muttered while putting the orange juice back, "He goes on and brings home an assasin…yeah yeah– not gay. Mmhhhmmm." He shook his head, digging through the fridge.

Stee ran a tired hand through his hair, as he moved back to Bucky. "Yeah…sorry– Sam's just–" He chuckled, earning a sarcastic look from Sam across the room.

(ngl, Sam is cracking me up lmao)

Bucky shrugged slightly, and didn't say anything. He sat down on the couch again, still keeping a wary eye on Sam. He was trying to remember. What had he wanted to tell Steve? What had been hurting him so badly about watching Steve dance with Peggy like that, look at her like that? Had…why couldn't he remember?