[That was the real crux of everything. They were pack. Bucky was his family too. They knew one another like the back of their own hands. He knew all the shifts of Bucky's moods and how they went with the phases of the moon. Not like they were tied to it, but sensitive. He was always his brightest around the full moon, filled up with restless energy and the promise of being able to stretch out on all four legs and run.
Even though Steve would climb up on his back to ride along, to let the wind cut his cheeks and hold on with his knees pressed into the powerful expanse of Bucky's sides, he'd wondered here and there what it'd be like to the do the same himself. He just never put much weight into those occasional thoughts.
Not until now.
He had to ease back into the chair to unearth himself from the mass of Bucky's fur, taking a good bit of stray hair with him -- though that was nothing new.]
We can't do everything because I'm not a wolf.
[His brows drew down and he rubbed his hands over his pants, chewing on the inside of his cheek.]
What if you made me one, like what happened in that picture? [The month that The Wolf Man came out Bucky dragged them both to see it twice dumping their extra change into tickets and popcorn which he practically devoured with his attention still rapt on the screen while Steve fought for the occasional handful. Pretty much nothing about the entire flick was true, and he'd asked. Steve thought it was ridiculous, personally.
Now he was just hoping a few of those things could be true.]
What if that helped, Bucky? We'd have to do it tonight, right? We could do it. You could-- and then if it worked maybe that'd make me stronger and we could both be enlisted.
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[That was the real crux of everything. They were pack. Bucky was his family too. They knew one another like the back of their own hands. He knew all the shifts of Bucky's moods and how they went with the phases of the moon. Not like they were tied to it, but sensitive. He was always his brightest around the full moon, filled up with restless energy and the promise of being able to stretch out on all four legs and run.
Even though Steve would climb up on his back to ride along, to let the wind cut his cheeks and hold on with his knees pressed into the powerful expanse of Bucky's sides, he'd wondered here and there what it'd be like to the do the same himself. He just never put much weight into those occasional thoughts.
Not until now.
He had to ease back into the chair to unearth himself from the mass of Bucky's fur, taking a good bit of stray hair with him -- though that was nothing new.]
We can't do everything because I'm not a wolf.
[His brows drew down and he rubbed his hands over his pants, chewing on the inside of his cheek.]
What if you made me one, like what happened in that picture? [The month that The Wolf Man came out Bucky dragged them both to see it twice dumping their extra change into tickets and popcorn which he practically devoured with his attention still rapt on the screen while Steve fought for the occasional handful. Pretty much nothing about the entire flick was true, and he'd asked. Steve thought it was ridiculous, personally.
Now he was just hoping a few of those things could be true.]
What if that helped, Bucky? We'd have to do it tonight, right? We could do it. You could-- and then if it worked maybe that'd make me stronger and we could both be enlisted.