Steve x Bucky: Air Travel
in which the ending to civil war never happened and my two favourite gays calmly left Russia on a plane together
this really has no plot b warned it’s just fluff
Steve nodded in reassurance with an encouraging smile, lacing his fingers between Bucky’s. His boyfriend’s grip was tight, their hands pressed on the armrest between them. Steve squeezed Bucky’s hand back, leaning over to murmur words of comfort in his ear, after which Bucky’s knuckles became less white. Bucky leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes as the plane hurtled up to cruising altitude.