forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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He smiled slightly. "Mm. Yeah, that makes sense." He shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of food. He sighed quietly.

"Hhm, well– anyway, at least stoves are better now," Steve said with a faint laugh, eating a spoonful of cereal and shifting to sit up on the counter. He looked at the polished glass stovetop, thoughtfully biting his lip as he pressed a few buttons, watching as a glowing red circle appeared on the cooktop.

Bucky nodded, letting out a soft hum for a moment. "Yeah, they are." He agreed, looking at the stove. "Although you'll need to teach me.how they work."

Steve quirked an eyebrow, "How they work?" He prompted, pressing a few buttons to turn it off, "Just like– how to use it? Cause I don't know anything about how they work, mechanically speaking."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, you ass, how to use it." he looked at Steve with a deadpan expression, shaking his head a little bit.

Steve smiled, rolling his eyes as he ate a spoonful of cereal. "So–" He said, shifting to better see the stove, swinging his legs a little, "This turns it on. The main circle at the top," Steve pointed.

Bucky nodded a little bit, looking at the controls as Steve pointed them out. "Alright." he replied, eating some more of his cereal and shaking his head.

"And then…" Steve sighed, tilting his head to the side as he moved a sliding-scale icon over low, medium, and high. "Then it starts to glow," He smiled, nodding at the red circle forming in the far corner of the stovetop.

Bucky frowned. "I thought that stoves used fire?" he asked slowly, looking at the stove with a critical eye.

"Hmm, not all of 'em," Steve smiled, eating a spoonful of cereal and sliding the setting over to low, "We only knew a few folks who had electric stoves, back then. Nearly everyone's got them now."

Bucky squinted a little bit, then nodded. "Oh. Okay." He replied slowly. "That…makes sense I guess."

"It's safer, I guess," Steve shrugged, looking down at the shiny cooktop. "I mean– I know my stove was one dinner away from…catching fire or something," He added with a laugh.

He snorted quietly. "I suppose you aren't wrong about that." he replied with a little nod, shaking his head just a little bit.

Steve smiled, eating a spoonful of his sweet cereal and sighing as he thought fondly of their time together. "Hmph. Well…nothing beats late-night dinners of canned soup and scratchy records."

Bucky had a vague flash of memory, of sitting at the table and laughing about some stupid joke, smiling over at Steve. He inhaled softly. "Yeah."

Steve nodded, smiling when he remembered the stack of things he'd brought from his apartment. "Huh," He softly chuckled, "It's funny. We have the record. And we have canned soup, probably. The only thing that's changed is the stove, and us– kind of."

Bucky let out a quiet laugh. "Yeah…and I'd say we've changed quite a lot. We're both taller, and I'm missing an arm, and you…aren't tiny and sickly any more."

Steve looked down shyly, smiling softly. "No, not too scrawny anymore. I don't think us– back then would believe the sight of us now."

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Or…well. Any of this." He replied, letting out a breath and looking over at the stove, shaking his head a little bit.

"Yeah– time's done a number on the city," Steve sighed, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the counter, "–And the rest of the world, I should say. I still think there should be flying cars by now," He lightly chuckled, remembering the impossible sight at the stark expo.

Bucky laughed a little bit at that. "Well, I'm sure Tony is trying his hardest." he replied, shaking his head a little bit. "Besides, there's a lot of other stuff he has to work on."

Steve nodded, "Mhm. After the whole helicarrier situation, yeah," He sighed, smiling softly, "But he's still got the time to hear me rant about my 'feelings,' which is nice."

Bucky cocked his head a little bit, not sure what Steve meant by that second part. "Oh, okay." he replied slowly.

"…Which reminds me," Steve said, realizing he'd been too distracted with his feeling and had forgotten to ask Tony to set up an appointment. "You still up for going to therapy with me?" He asked with a hopeful little smile.

Bucky blinked, looking at him carefully. "I…suppose so." he replied slowly, shrugging his shoulders and running his hands through his hair.