Till the End of the Line: Our Beginning | Stucky Fanfic

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

1940

"Think it'll snow tonight?" Steve asked Bucky. The brunet looked up at the overcast sky and shrugged. "Becky's real worried it will. Doesn't help that it ain't all that pretty out," he added.

Bucky waved him off. "Then she can figure out a way to make it romantic and sappy. 'M sure you can help with that." He winked at the blond, bumping their shoulders a little.

"You are so funny," Steve deadpanned. "You're the one who's always something sappy whenever we-" Steve shut up as soon as he caught sight of a man walking in their direction. He ducked his head and put a bit more space between him and Bucky like it was second nature.

Bucky's heart broke, because the truth of the matter was simple: it was second nature. No matter how many times they did this is it always hurt. They always had to be so careful. . . Bucky just wishes he didn't have to do this. He wishes they could have a normal relationship like everybody else and not have to worry about someone seeing their knees touch or their hands linger.

A teeny, tiny part of himself regretted ever falling for Steve. . . A bigger part of himself hated that part of him.

When the man passed, Bucky gaze a small nod and waited before he nudged Steve again. But the mood had changed. The playfulness they had almost reached had vanished and an awkward, melancholy vibe settled between them.

"We're meeting the girls over there," Bucky mumbled as they crossed the street and he pointed to a small diner. "Should already be there, then we can head to the church."

Steve nodded. "Sounds good. What'd you tell her 'bout me this time?" He looked up at Bucky with a straight face, the silent traces of a smile peeking out.

A grin stretched across Bucky's face as he slung an arm over Steve's shoulder. "Oh, the usual. How awful a roommate you are; how you're constantly complaining about it being too cold, how you can never sit still. I even added in the fact that you like the smell of other guys' pits." A sharp laugh erupted out of Steve, as the blond shoved him away.

"You're the biggest jerk I've ever met, you know that?" Bucky stuck out his tongue and held open the door to the diner.

"Gotta keep you in line some way, right?" Bucky winked at him and the two walked inside.

A blonde and a redhead sat at the bar, swirling so their skirts swayed just a little. The blonde caught sight of them first, her face brightening and blushing as she waved them over. "Hiya Bucky," she giggled. His grin grew just the slightest bit tighter, so slight only Steve (who knew Bucky's body better than he did most of the time) noticed the change.

"Hiya doll," he kissed her cheek, "how's my girl doin' this fine evenin'?"

"I'm just fine, thank you for asking." Bucky turned to face Steve, a hand resting on the small of her back.

"Ladies, this is my best friend Steve. Steve, this is Jeanette and," Bucky paused, his eyes widening just a bit as he fumbled with his words.

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Maggie," she deadpanned.

"Maggie! Steve, this is Maggie!" Bucky echoed.

Steve gave a shy smile, sticking out his hand to shake. "Pleased to meet you," he said. Jeanette took it hesitantly, but Maggie simply waved him off. He sighed, stuffing it back in his pocket. "We better get going, Buck. 'Specially if you wanna see Becky before the wedding," Steve reminded.

Bucky pointed at him. "Good call."

The four of them started to walk the few blocks down to the church the Barnes' and the Proctors' go to. Steve and Bucky were on the outside with the girls between them, well, Steve was supposed to be on the outside. He ended up being behind them as the girls drooled over Bucky.