Soldier, Keep On Marching on | au

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It was like showing a moth a flame and telling it not to fly into it. That's what me and Steve were always like.

Even when we were younge, maybe around the age of 12, we knew we were different. Of course, then we thought it was a bad different. A different we were scared of.

After a while we accepted it and we felt better about ourselves. I still miss the nights we'd spend in his house dancing to one of my records. He was such a shit dancer.

The mellow sound of trumpets and string instruments played from the speaker of Steve's record player as we spun around together in his living room.

This was planned originally to be a cute Lil date, but Steve had to ruin it with his relentless giggling. I rolled my eyes as steves head hit my chest again as he seemed on the brink of having an asthma attack from his own laughter.

"You're going to kill yourself if you don't stop laughing so hard," I warn the blonde who had to put the back of his hand to his mouth to quiet his giggles.

"S-sorry- bucky," he managed to say through his snickering. His eyes darted up to mine and I couldn't help but fond over the asthmatic, heart problem-ridden, week-boned short boy I dared to call a lover.

His right hand was covering his mouth, trying desperately to subside his relentless giggles while his left held onto my right forearm for balance.

"I planned out this entire date, even down to bringing some music over for us to dance to and you wont stop stepping on my feet and giggling," I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I pouted softly.

Steve's eyes shut, hiding his blue eyes behind almost translucent blonde eyelashes. He cocked his head back, sweaty blonde hair falling back with it, to let out a loud cackle before he took a deep breath. He looked at me again before letting out a soft "phew". He closed his eyes once more, taking a deep breath in.

"Oh, c'mon, Buck," Steve chided as his left hand moved back to grip my right arm again. "You love my giggles," he smided, a pointer finger coming up to tap my nose.

My eyes closed at the touch and my pout quickly turned into a smile. My eyes opened again to look down at him.

"Oh, you're paying for that one, Stevie," I growl playfully as I bend down so I had an easier time lifting him up.

I could almost feel how sore my feet would be at the end of those "dance" sessions. He was just so bad at it. It almost like he got even worse after the serum. My feet can attest. But god I'll always miss those little giggles he had throughout the entire thing. It always managed to drown out the actual music we were listening to.

I must've been smiling sadistically at the marble table of the bar for when I looked up, I saw a worried-looking peter staring at me.

I immediately dropped my smile and took another sip of my drink. I grumbled softly as I stood back up, rolling my shoulders back, rolling my neck along with it too. I'll never be able to forget the time I popped my neck around Steve and he looked at me like I had just attempted to snap my it.

I let out a heavy sigh and walked out from behind the bar back to the living room.

"Hello, parker," I greeted the teen as I took my place back on the couch where I had been sitting moments ago with Sam next to me, shifting my drink to my right hand and extending my right along the back of the white couch. I took a deep breath in and stared at the plants that sat around the television on white shelves.

That was something that had amazed me for days. Someone had been able to make something that showed pictures, moving pictures, that thin and that large. But had the audacity to put it in a basically what was a bookshelf, but instead of being surrounded by books, it was surrounded by an assortment of vines and ferns.