forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Bucky sighed softly, and came up to the kitchen. He stretched, sitting down at the breakfast bar. "Hi." He greeted, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Morning," Steve smiled, setting two glasses of orange juice on the counter. "God, I'm starving." He breathed, sitting down on the stool next to Bucky.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle at that, and took a sip of the orange juice. His face looked better without the ragged stubble that had developed, cleanshaven again like the Bucky he had been before and during the war. Though he had never had hair quite so long, back then.

Steve smiled at the sound of Bucky's gentle laugh, a rare sound he'd missed dearly. "Sleep okay?" He asked, drenching his pancakes in syrup.

Bucky shrugged. "I guess so." he replied, and grabbed a plate of pancakes. He took the syrup when Steve was done, pouring some on.

"They've got this stuff, it helps with going to sleep," Steve said, taking a bite of pancake and almost melting into the seat, "In the beginning, I couldn't sleep at all." He sighed, remembering going through the day, barely remembering what was happening and collapsing like a narcoleptic, "After a week, I was sleepin' through the night. It's over-the-counter, too."

Bucky shrugged a little bit. "I'm surprised it worked on you. Being a supersoldier and all." He replied, taking a bite of the pancakes and looking at Steve for a moment, then away again.

“Huh.” Steve said, swallowing and looking to the side in thought, “It didn’t cross my mind. I had to take like five or six at the start, which isn’t the recommended dose. I just thought I had a higher tolerance for the stuff.”

Bucky shrugged again. "Ah." he replied after a moment. He ate a little bit more food, sighing softly. He looked over at Steve, studying his friend.

Steve returned his little glance, looking at him and smiling, "What?" He didn't want to admit it, but Bucky looked so beautiful where he sat; tired eyes and relaxed shoulders– so serene in their little 'apartment' with soft jazz playing in the background. He could definitely get used to this.

Bucky blinked. "Oh. Nothing." he replied, shaking his head and taking another bite of food. He ran a hand through his hair tiredly. "What are we doing today?"

"Not sure yet," Steve shrugged, planning the pattern of cuts in his pancakes, watching as syrup sponged out, "What do you feel like doing?"

Bucky nodded. "Okay. I don't know." he replied, looking over at Steve again, then eating some more of his pancakes.

"Maybe we could ask Tony later, he'll know what to do." Steve suggested, silently hoping that they would end up going someplace that would make Bucky smile.

Bucky shrugged a little bit. "Maybe." Or he'd pull some sort of practical joke. He ran his hands through his hair.

"It's a big city, a bit of a tourist trap, I think– so there's bound to be something fun to do." Steve took a sip of his juice, remembering the significantly quieter streets of the old Brooklyn, no hot dog stands or 'Best Pizza in New York' on every corner.

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Hasn't it always been a bit of one, though?" he asked, taking another bite of pancake, thinking and trying to put together the fragmented pieces of memory, trying to puzzle out anything he remembered of New York.

"It was always busy, that I remember." Steve said, "But it wasn't exactly picturesque, with the whole 'Great Depression’ thing goin' on. But we always managed to find something to do. Most of the time it was marbles and card games," He shook his head, smiling at the memories they shared in the dingy streets of Brooklyn. "There was this old place— behind this brown apartment complex, a tiny courtyard connecting to two alleyways that split off onto both out streets. That way, we’d make in time for dinner." That was our spot.

Bucky nodded a little bit, vague, half there memories floating through his mind at Steve's words. He couldn't quite grasp specific memories, but he knew the place Steve described, knew what it had looked like and been like. He ran a hand through his hair, wishing he could remember more.

Steve leaned against the counter, thinking for a minute, "I remember…we gambled our favourite agate one in a game for keeps, and we won the other guy's clearest cat eye, we were in awe." He chuckled softly, "I think we buried it…as 'treasure,' somewhere."

Bucky smiled a little bit. "I'm sure it's been dug up by someone or other, by now." He replied. He didn't remember that, but hoped that…that someday he would. He finished his pancakes.

"Yeah, probably." Steve smiled, eating the last of his breakfast and remembering how sure they'd felt on that day; realizing that they had something that would last forever, too precious to show off to the world and better kept a secret from everyone else. His thoughts had strayed. Was I still referencing the marble?

Bucky took a sip of juice, then turned around to look around the room, quiet. He sighed softly, running his fingers through his hair and trying to think. Trying to figure out what to do.

"The pancakes okay?" Steve asked, standing up to clear their plates, remembering his pleasant surprise when he found out about the world's large affinity for new types of instant meals. People were picky now, always wanting foods to be a certain way– 'organic,' and 'non-GMO,' ridiculous, he thought.

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, they were pretty good." He replied, standing and stretching, then walking to the window to look outside. He looked down first, then up, then out at the skyline.