Brooklyn walks slower nowadays. If the vet is to be believed, she won’t be walking at all soon enough. When that day comes, Steve will carry her, or get a wagon, or maybe one of those dog strollers that he’s seen ads for online.
But for now, he just enjoys their leisurely stroll through the park together. It’s a sunny day, one of the first warm days of winter, not quite spring, and Steve is glad that Brooklyn is here for this, glad that they both survived the winter together. He smiles down at her, and she looks up at him with her long brown snout. She’s a mutt, through and through, brown and white with floppy ears. They’ve been together since she was two and he was twenty. Now she’s twelve, he’s thirty, and not a whole lot has changed.
Well, except one thing, but Steve tries not to think about him too often.
“C’mon girl,” Steve says, gently pulling Brooklyn away from a plastic bag on the side of the sidewalk. A few years ago she would’ve put up a fight. Now she just lets Steve guide her away. “That’s a good girl,” he says, pulling a treat from his pocket and giving it to her anyway. “Yeah, there you go,” he says, giving her a few pats on the neck. “There we—“
Brooklyn straightens up, goes to attention, then starts running. “Brooklyn!” Steve yells, flopping along after her. “Heel, Brooklyn! Heel!”
And then he sees who she’s running to.
“Brooklyn!” he cries, trying to get her to stop, but she won’t. It’s either let go of her leash or tackle her, and she is far too delicate to tackle.
Or follow her along to where Bucky Barnes is standing, watching them like a deer in the headlights.
Brooklyn woofs and jumps up onto Bucky’s legs. Bucky stumbles a little under her weight. “Hey girlie,” he says, with a nervous laugh. “Been a while since I’ve seen ya.” He strokes her once then looks up at Steve. He adds, quietly, “Hey Steve.”
“Hi,” Steve says, trying to keep his voice steady.
Bucky looks back down at Brooklyn and starts talking to her in that sweet way he always did, asking her how she is and whether she’s had any good treats lately.
Steve tries to breathe, because the last time he saw Bucky he was screaming at him, telling him he’d never stay with a cheater, and throwing him out of his apartment after they’d been together five years. Two weeks after that he found out that he’d been lied to, that Brock Rumlow had manufactured all of the drama, and that Steve had fallen for it. He’d had too much pride, been too embarrassed to go crawling back to Bucky like he should’ve. Steve had just spent days staring at his phone, wishing he hadn’t deleted Bucky’s number. Now, over a year later, here Bucky is.
“Missed you, baby girl,” Bucky says, crouching and scratching behind Brooklyn’s ears as she sits, open-mouthed, looking happier than Steve’s seen her in ages.
“Unlike some people?” Steve finds himself asking, dreading the answer.
Bucky looks up briefly, just enough to make eye contact with Steve, then back down at Brooklyn. “Not necessarily,” he says. He presses another kiss to Brooklyn’s head, then stands back up. Bucky clears his throat, then looks back at Steve. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to stop you two on your walk.”
“It’s her fault,” Steve says, trying to smile.
Bucky smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Steve’s heart aches. “I, uh, won’t come around this park again, so you can—“
“Don’t,” Steve says, voice cracking. “Don’t say that.” Bucky doesn’t respond, just frowns. Brooklyn is still sitting at his feet, crying, trying to get his attention. “You don’t have to change your life just because I fucked everything up.”
“Buddy, if you think I haven’t been avoiding all of the places you frequent for the past year, you’re wrong.”
“I know you have,” Steve says. “I know you’ve been avoiding me because I’ve been looking for you.” He feels tears well up in his eyes. He looks down to Brooklyn. “So has she. She misses you; I can tell. She still sits at the bedroom door in the mornings, thinking you’ll…” He trails off, wipes a few stray tears off his cheeks. Brooklyn must realize that he’s upset, because she moves back to Steve, sitting on his feet and nudging his leg with her face. Steve reaches down and gives her a pat. “I miss you,” Steve says.
Bucky nods. “Maybe…” he says, then clears his throat again. “Maybe I could tag along with you on the rest of this walk?” Bucky asks. “Seems like we have a lot we could talk about, Brooklyn and I.”
in your eyes i saw the revolution, the freedom to make choice a popular pastime again // but i also saw something that’s trying to run away, hide, something painful and i’m sorry i couldn’t help you // i know // i know it was never my job or my mission or even my responsibility but // we always try to save the ones we love // even if they don’t want us to // and that’s just the way it goes ..
against my hope, against the silent promises we etched in each other’s hearts, you were gone just as fast and abruptly as you crashed through my walls and into my life // no matter what, i’ll always be thankful for meeting you // even though our time together was brief, it was one hell of a time // it was our brooklyn bridge fantasy, walking the line between falling // and flying
/// dedicated to him, he’ll never see it but that’s okay ///
Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team
Word Count: 5.1K
Summary: Bucky and y/n go out to dinner where they discuss their boring love lives. Bucky goes out on a mission and is missing for 2 days. When he returns he goes over to y/n’s apartment because he misses her. y/n falls asleep on Bucky’s lap after 2 days of worrying. They walk the Brooklyn bridge at midnight and have deep convo’s. Bucky’s feelings for y/n continue to grow.
A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.