sgtjimbarnes

i have no excuses for this other than it’s captain america day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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one night, the commandos see something, a flicker of something none of them dare name, between their captain and their sniper.

‘i think we should just ignore it, dugan. it doesn’t really make a difference. we’re still a team, right?’ gabe asks, eyes flickering over to where cap and barnes are sitting at the bar as he does. there’s so much there; it’s in the way they move around each other, the look in their eyes as they stare at one another. 

‘i mean… does anyone here have a problem with it?’ falsworth comments. gabe quickly translates, and dernier waves him off in a way that tells gabe that he’s got no quarrel with it.

‘speak now or forever hold your peace, gentlemen,’ morita says. they stay silent, and falsworth raises a glass. the rest of them follow suit.

‘swear yourselves to silence, gentlemen. cap and barnes deserve this. we owe ‘em that much.”

they drink, and the moment passes. none of them mention it again. they don’t mention it when barnes and cap go missing for hours, only to sneak back into camp in the middle of the night. they don’t talk about the way the two of them slide their sleeping mats ever so closer together when they’re out in the field. they don’t talk about it, until the day after they receive the news that cap’s plane went down, with him on it.

“to the captain, and to barnes. may they find each other again, in every eternity.”

4

You are a weapon, and weapons do not weep

God should fear girls with battle scars.
Pretty little things with knives hidden in their smiles,
blood red lips and poison-painted nails. 
They’ve been to the gates of Hell - 
and the Devil sent them back,
armed and ready to fight.
—  God is so obviously a man, so the Devil protects her sisters - c.k

i want steve and bucky’s first kiss to be after bucky comes out of cryo. he comes stumbling out, and steve’s there, steve’s always there, catching him with arms around his waist and soft calming not-words. and bucky just sags, shivering a little as his body really starts to wake up and realise it’s been cold for so long. then the pain, bubbling under the surface, and he’s used to it, he can ignore it, but the heat of steve against him is making it worse, not that he’d ever give it up

then his fingers are digging into steve’s shirt, clutching tight to the skin and muscle underneath, probably hurting steve but steve doesn’t even flinch. just keeps murmuring wordlessly, rubbing a hand up bucky’s back, down his spine. over and over until bucky’s shivering turns to shaking. then steve realises his shirt’s wet where bucky’s got his face tucked in, and holds him tighter, both arms so tightly wrapped around him that his fingers are nearly white from the pressure.

then bucky. bucky doesn’t even hesitate, just surges up and mashes his mouth against steve’s, and steve’s shocked at first but quickly gets with the program as bucky clutches at his shoulders, fingers bruising against steve’s skin. steve hauls him in closer, kisses bucky for all he’s worth, gasping into his mouth, teeth clicking, and bucky’s making these hurt noises, but clings when steve starts to pull back in concern.

eventually they’re just breathing into each others’ mouths, and the room is empty, scientists having left when they realised bucky was crying, and eventually bucky pulls back just a little, eyes wary but lips curling slightly into a hesitant smile. hi he says quietly, unsure.

hi steve responds, smile spreading over his face, before his fingers dig into bucky’s hips slightly and he adds i missed you.