You're the best hunter. [ Steve laughed softly at that -- yes, his Bucky was a prideful, ferocious hunter, as beautiful as he was deadly. He didn't know when he had started thinking of Bucky as his, he had once thought that the other was like a storm in the night, who came and left like lightning, and was never to be claimed or grasped.
But then things changed, and Steve had begun to think of Bucky as his own, and the truth of that was that he was. And there they are, together in the little mirror, like they'd always belonged. He watched when Bucky preened, studied the beauty of him as he took himself in, and he gently bumped his nose against his. ] And when you're bored, you can always do this.
[ He shifted the mirror this way and that, letting the light bounce off of it, knowing how charmed Bucky was by everything that shone. He gave it back to him then, reaching into his jacket for the orange he had bought for a few pennies before he visited Bucky. ] Remember this?
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But then things changed, and Steve had begun to think of Bucky as his own, and the truth of that was that he was. And there they are, together in the little mirror, like they'd always belonged. He watched when Bucky preened, studied the beauty of him as he took himself in, and he gently bumped his nose against his. ] And when you're bored, you can always do this.
[ He shifted the mirror this way and that, letting the light bounce off of it, knowing how charmed Bucky was by everything that shone. He gave it back to him then, reaching into his jacket for the orange he had bought for a few pennies before he visited Bucky. ] Remember this?