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|7| Like A Virgin

pov steve~

I watched him gently toss the covers off of himself as he sat up. "What- er, what do you mean?" Bucky asked.

"What's there to explain?" I asked, confused. "You... loved me and I, you. We were in love in the 1930s, despite how impossible that might sound."

"Are you... how can you be sure that- who else knows about this?" He asked me.

"No one... that's how we managed to make it work. And, also, that's why Tony put you with me, er- that's why I told him to put you with me. I never told him or anyone about us because, frankly, you were literally considered to be insane if you were gay in the 30s an-"

"Yea," Bucky interrupted. "That actually does sound insane... I mean- I'm not even sure if... or, that I'm," He stopped. he seemed to be at a loss for words at the moment, which, is fine. I know a lot is being thrown at him right now, and not just in this moment.

"Buc-"

"Let me finish my thought," he interrupted again. "Can you explain this to me, how it - we -  worked or how any of that was even possible because like, I'm honestly lost at this point. I literally cannot even fathom any of this bein-"

"Being real?" I added in. "Yea it was pretty incredible... surreal, even, let me tell you..."

It was so inexplicably and unimaginably cold outside that night.

But then again, what else was to be expected of a snowy Wednesday night in early December in Brooklyn?

Besides that, there actually was a real issue... a serious problem. We may or may not be locked out off my mom's place and have to sit outside in the snow. And, to be fair, it wasn't really my fault, okay?  Not saying it's Bucky's fault, er- it's no one's fault. My mom just got caught up at the  Hospital... they got an influx of new patients at the TB Ward and, therefore, she won't be home for a bit and she's the only one with a key. No biggie.

Right?

I was in a massive jacket and snow pants accompanied with gloves, a hat and a big scarf that covered my mouth and nose. The only things visible were my eyes; I doubt there was even any hair visible through all of the layers.

Despite this, I felt chills running up and down my back, spreading through each nerve and crawling all across my skin as the wind picked up speed for a brief moment. I looked over at him and we had both been in the same position... curled up in a ball with our knees bent and our arms crossed as we sat on and shared a snow covered stone step leading up to the apartment complex.

He glanced over at me and I felt almost warm for a second, possibly... maybe. It felt like something was being ignited with a spark almost certainly within me, but undeniably between us.

He scooted closer so that our sides were touching and eventually looked down at our shoes that were, somehow already, beginning to appear dusted in a thin layer of snow.

"We..." he started, "we gotta stay warm, Steve. I'm serious; this is- it's real dangerous out here," he explained as he pushed our bodies even closer together than they were before (if that was even possible).

"Yea... you're right," I agreed, like I always seemed to when it was just me and him.

And like that, everything seemed to change. He grabbed my hands in his and held them close, most likely in attempts to keep us warm. I looked up at him. I hadn't realized he was sitting that close... so close I could-

I resisted the need to let my eyes close and lean closer to him as he smiled at me. Don't smile at me, I thought... ugh, you see?  My logic is simple. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of him if he smiled.