AU;;
Tbh I don't even know with this one. It literally just popped in my head lmao. This is super short though but whatever just a little something I guess lmao
Pre-serum!Steve and Pre-WS!Bucky; takes place in the 40's.
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Steve couldn't let his mind rest. The thought was constantly nagging him; distractions were no more than futile attempts to keep his mind busy. And being around Bucky just made it worse. If it wasn't already bad enough, a walking reminder didn't make things any easier for Steve.
So here he was, distracted by his thoughts once more. His left hand rested on the cool cement of the step, a root beer clutched in his other hand. He was left alone with his relentless thoughts once more; Bucky had gone inside the bar to retrieve another root beer. Steve had watched his figure disappear as he entered the building, his image dissipating as the dim light swallowed him. His blue gaze rested on the doorway a moment longer before he turned to look around the street.
It was a rather quiet night, cars only occasionally passing him. Steve couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy; it was Brooklyn, after all. Not to mention, a Friday night. Where was everybody?
The sun continued to sink steadily on the horizon, day turning to night. This time of day was always his favorite, not only because of the temperate air, but also because of the general dimness. Not too bright, not too dark. Just the way he liked it. Perfect.
And just as his mind started to ease itself away from the question that had been nagging him all day, it spiraled back into dwelling once more. Steve stifled a groan by taking a sip of his hardly touched root beer, the opening cold on his lips. He wasn't even that thirsty. Or, he supposed he would be, if his mind would just give it a rest.
But he couldn't help but recalling the event that played out a few hours prior. Bucky wasn't around, in fact, Steve hadn't spoken to him since the day before. Not a significant detail in what happened, but it was imperative to point out that Bucky was oblivious to the whole situation.
Steve had been walking down the street, tugging at the trench coat that was a little too large for him. The sleeves reached past his fingers by a few inches; the bottom hem almost reaching his ankles. He was used to ill-fitting clothes, and besides, this was too comfortable and too valuable for him to spare.
He wasn't in a hurry, exactly, but was walking at a rather fast pace. He rounded a corner and started down the sidewalk past the bar. He could remember hearing clangs from the inside, and thinking, already? It's only one in the afternoon! Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes at the thought, when he was suddenly shoved to the ground. Maybe he would have seen it coming if he had been paying attention, he wouldn't know.
Steve turned to face the force that had shoved him, brushing dirt and grit from his trench coat. His frame suggested weakness, but his expression suggested defiance. He may look easy to push around, but his relentless and assertive attitude wouldn't allow it.
To his dismay, it was just one of Bucky's friends. Drunk, may he add. The guy, whom he didn't know the name of, helped pull Steve to his feet. His eyebrows furrowed in surprise; this guy looked way too intoxicated to be able to do that without falling over. Steve pushed the thought away in order for him to focus entirely on the situation at hand.
The man put his hand on Steve's shoulder, hiccuping. Steve fought the urge to wrinkle his nose; the smell of alcohol on this guy's breathe wasn't too pleasant. "Sorry about.. that."
The man paused, eyes heavy. Steve's confused expression went sour as he watched the drunken man, growing impatient. "Aye.. I know you. You're the chap that Bucky's queer for." The guy let out a laugh, his words almost entirely indistinguishable under the accent and incoherent state of mind. Steve felt himself flush; how could he respond to that? He almost felt angry, knowing it was all drunk-talk. But he couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope inside him. Could it be true?
"Watch out." The man grinned toothily and he staggered back towards the bar, almost taking a head dive on more than a couple occasions.
Steve remembered watching the man go, his mind elsewhere. Was Bucky actually queer? He was almost surprised that that was his most common question. But Bucky just didn't strike him as so. Steve always assumed that his friend was strictly into females.
Bucky's return brought his attention back to the present. Steve suddenly felt extremely nervous and he clasped both his hands around the cool bottle of root beer that he held, a distinctly overwhelmed expression plastered on his face.
Bucky sat a couple feet away from him, a fresh bottle held in his right hand. You may be wondering, why weren't they drinking beer? Silly, but common question. Just because they were adults didn't mean they had to strictly drink beer. In Steve's opinion, root beer tasted a whole lot better.
Bucky noticed his awkward expression, and he knitted his eyebrows together. What was on Steve's mind? "You okay, pal?" He asked, feeling slightly confused. Steve was definitely a puzzle, a code that was difficult to decipher. Made Bucky all the more interested in him.
Steve's blue eyes met Bucky's, blue on blue. The intense look that had come upon both of them was, well, intense. Not to mention, the tension passing between them was almost electric. Steve was the first to break the connection, looking down at Bucky's hands before meeting his gaze again. "Bucky, are you queer?"
Stove blurted out the question that had been eating away at him for all this time. Bucky had no idea how to react, but managed to solve that problem within a millisecond.
But he didn't answer exactly how Steve had imagined he would.
And he's not complaining.
Bucky's minuscule moment of silence was interrupted as surged forward, his mouth colliding with Steve's in one quick motion. Steve almost jerked back in mere surprise, but he instead showed his astonishment in the wide-eyed, deer in the headlights kind of look he had on his face. His expression quickly melted and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment as their lips molded together. To Steve, it felt like minutes. But, in reality, the kiss only lasted about five seconds.
Bucky obviously seemed pleased, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards into a grin. "Why -?" Steve began, but Bucky cut him off. "Does that answer your question?" The sergeant asked, biting his lip. Steve gave a quick nod, wishing only that it had lasted a little longer. Instead of making his desires known, his hand found Bucky's hand, and they clasped together. This was followed by a comfortable silence as the two sat, perched on the step, drinking their root beer with their hands intertwined.
Times like these, Steve wished would last forever.
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AU;; wow okay nevermind then, I thought it would be super short but it turned out to be longer than my last one
wHOOP
ty for reading, my muse is hella high rn so you can expect an update real soon 😏
PS tbh I think I mixed up the YouTube videos as the last video was meant for this chapter, but oh whale
