forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"Nevermind," Steve shook his head dismissively, pushing away that feeling of predetermination he'd felt for him, even when they were younger; no matter what, they'd always find each other again.

(I KNOW ~ we need a catalyst)

Bucky watched Steve for a moment, then returned his attention to the sidewalk. "Where are we going?" he asked after a moment. He sighed softly.

(Argh. But what?)

"My place." Steve nodded, loosely gesturing at the building down the street. "I have a spare key, and we should probably get changed. We'll never hear the end of it if Tony sees." He smiled faintly.

(idk,,,,, bringing up more memories is all i can think of)

"Ah. Alright." he replied. He thought of the people who had snapped photos or even videos, and wondered about that.

(urrghhh)

"Mhm. Here we go," Steve nodded at the doorstep, pushing in his code to get into the little apartment building. He shivered at the cold his damp jacket brought him and opened the door.

He shifted, trying to warm up. He wrapped his arms around himself, then immediately stopped, shivering as the cold, cold metal of his arm pressed to his body.

(ooh! they should end up cuddling to warm up or something)

"Cold, cold, cold," Steve muttered as he climbed up the short steps to his hall, flexing his hands as they made their way to his door. He reached for the top of the doorframe, finding his spare key and unlocking his apartment at light speed.

(mhm! soft blankets and hot chocolate~ _{and they still have an album of photos})

Bucky followed Steve into the apartment, shivering a little bit. He hunched his shoulders for warmth, keeping his metal arm away from his body. He let out a breath.

(ooooh perfect!!)

The first thing he did was adjust the thermometer, turning it up, even though he knew it didn't work too well. He slipped his drenched shoes and socks off, scurrying to his bedroom and coming back with the warmest clothes he had for the two of them. "God, I think that fountain was colder than the Arctic." He shook his head, handing Bucky a set of sweatpants, a wool sweater and fuzzy socks.

Bucky took the clothes, heading into the bathroom. "Yeah." he agreed with a faint laugh. He changed into the clothes, borrowing one of Steve's towels to dry off himself and his hair. He came back out, having left his wet clothes in the shower to dry.

Steve changed in his room, quickly jumping into some warmer clothes. He pulled off his cloud-like duvet and draped it over his shoulders, studying his fuzzy socks as he walked back out, "Cats." He observed, raising his eyebrows at the cartoon tabby looking back at him.

Bucky raised an eyebrow a little bit. "Hm?" he asked. He wrapped his flesh arm around himself, trying to warm up.

"I think Thor or…somebody gave these to me," Steve smiled, looking down at his fuzzy pink socks. He made his way to the couch with his duvet, patting the seat beside him in an invitation for Bucky to join him.

He nodded a little bit, and sat down with Steve. "Mm. Alright." he replied.

He threw the other half of the blanket over him, running his hands together in a dull attempt to warm them. "God, it's freezing," He winced.

He sighed softly. "Yeah." he agreed, keeping his metal arm away from his skin, knowing it would only make things colder.

Steve sighed and noticed a little album on the coffee table in front of them. From before. I can't leave that out again. He considered picking it up and going through it again, but he figured Bucky wouldn't want that; it would only remind him that he couldn't remember. But he might.

Bucky saw the album, and frowned a little. "What's that?" He asked, gesturing to it and then curling back into the blanket again, happily soaking up the warmth.

“Hm?— Oh, just some old photos I managed to get my hands on.” Steve shrugged, tucking himself deeper into their blanket-made nest. “You can look through if you like.”

Bucky nodded. He picked up the album and cracked it open, biting his lip slightly. He wondered what he would find. Didn't know what to hope for.

Steve glanced at it as Bucky flipped it open, revealing the plastic-protected pages of pictures folded, torn, and yellowed with age. He was greeted with his own smile staring back at him, leaning against a smirking Bucky after his rescue earlier that morning.

Bucky stared at the pictures for s moment, trying to recognize something, anything. Everything. Something that was familiar.

"That's you and Jones," Steve pointed out, squinting his eyes at the two figures in the faded picture, "…Playing catch, I think. And there's Tim passed out in the corner." He said with a laugh.

Bucky nodded, examining the little figures in the images. Faint sparks of recognition lit, then vanished again. He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair.