forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Bucky nodded a little bit. "Alright. And what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" he asked, looking at his friend. Or…whatever they were to each other now.

Steve shrugged, watching as the mixer began to whirr and mix the ingredients. He glanced at the recipe and saw that the other bowl of ingredients needed to get mixed too. "I dunno," He said as he slowly poured it into the mixing bowl, "There isn't much else we can prep beforehand. It says it needs to 'rise' before we roll it out."

(do u wanna skip to when they're done & baked / right before the date?)

(Alright! god same lol)

The cinnamon buns had finished about thirty minutes ago, and Bucky and Steve had just finished eating some, leaving a few for Tony if the billionaire wanted one or two. Now they were getting ready for their date, for which Bucky was understandably a bit nervous.

Steve ran a careful comb through his hair, subconsciously just like he and Bucky would've whenever they'd find themselves in a double date. But what was he doing? This was Bucky. He knew this type of thing didn't matter, though he couldn't help but feel like he ought to do something with how he looked. With a sigh of defeat, he deserted the idea and shrugged on a light jacket, making his way to the living area.

Bucky had left his hair tied back and out of the way. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to cut it, to restore it back to the way it used to be, before the war. Before HYDRA. He grabbed a jacket, heading out to the living room and letting out a soft, nervous breath.

Steve smiled as Bucky walked into the room, standing up a little straighter. "Hi," He greeted with a shy wave, "You ready to go? I was thinkin' we could take the subway– kinda like we used to. But if you feel like driving there, that's fine too."

Bucky put the jacket on, shrugging. "I'm…good with whatever you would like to do." He replied, shooting Steve a quick smile, anxious but excited for this.

Steve nodded, faintly gesturing to the door with a smile. "Sounds good. I think the subway will be faster– it'll drop us off closer to the rides."

Bucky nodded. "Alright." he replied, letting out a quiet breath. "Let's go, then." he glanced over at Steve again, biting his lip as they walked out the door.

Steve followed Bucky out of the door and into the hall. "It's been a while since I've been to Brooklyn," He casually stated, putting his hands into his pockets as they waited for the elevator, "Only been a few times since I woke up."

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Ah. Alright." He replied, taking a deep breath. "So this will be my first time back, and your first in a while?"

"Yeah," Steve said with a soft smile, stepping into the elevator as the doors chimed open, "It's sure changed a lot, that's for sure." He thought fondly of their old stomping grounds for a moment and how much different it'd been when they were kids. "And I thought about getting a place in our old neighborhood– but Tony talked me into staying closer to Manhattan."

Bucky nodded again. "Yeah. That…that makes sense." He replied, looking over at Steve. At the man who…he wasn't sure what they were, he really wasn't, he just knew that Steve meant a lot to him.

"I don't know how much you remember but…it's our home, y'know?" Steve shyly shrugged, suddenly revisiting the memory of their childhood dream of living next door to each other. He smiled to himself as he realized he hadn't been too far off; their two rooms were adjoined here at the tower, though Steve secretly would have preferred to share just the one.

Bucky nodded again, running his hands through his hair for a moment and letting out a soft breath. "I…remember bits and pieces." he replied honestly, glancing over at Steve. The question, "what are we" was right on the tip of his tongue…but he didn't know what the answer would be.

(don't be shy, he's just as confused lol)

"Yeah?" Steve said with a smile, knowing well that he could have had no memories but grateful that he did, even if they weren't substantial. "Hm, well…I'm glad," He stepped out of the now-open elevator, making his way through the lobby as he walked aside Bucky, "Do you…know what it is you remember? Or is it, like, flashes?"

(lmao)

Bucky shrugged a little bit. "It's…just little flashes, I guess." he replied. "Sometimes when you're talking about it, I…remember more." he bit his lip slightly.

Steve raised his eyebrows in regard, smiling at the thought of the progress he might've helped achieve. "Really?" He said, "–Like in Washington Square Park? About Valentine's day?"

He bit his lip slightly. "I…a little bit, yeah." he replied, looking over at Steve for a moment. "Not all of it, but…flashes."

Steve nodded faintly, smiling as he thought of the things Bucky might possibly remember once they got to Coney Island. "That's great, Buck," He said, catching sight of an entrance to the subway, "I mean– it's not a lot, but it's good!"

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Yeah. I…hope I'll remember more today, but I don't know." he replied, looking over at Steve again, a faint little smile tugging at his lips as they walked.

Steve smiled at Bucky as they made their way to the steps descending underground. "Mhm," He said with a nod, "I uh– read an article in the paper a little while back about how revisiting old places can prompt memories back. It's really interesting, I think."

Bucky nodded as he followed Steve. "I…yeah." he replied, running a hand through his hair. "That makes sense."