[Steve's height took a long time for him to get used to. A lifetime of being loomed over, suddenly ended and replaced with him looking above heads. And it'd been strangest of all with Bucky, after having it be the default to look up to him, in more ways than just the literal.
It's a while since he's been so aware that the size he is now isn't how it always was, but he's not about to complain. Not when Bucky is able to wrap his arm around Steve's waist and pull in closer. Not when Steve can--carefully, able to stop or move if the other man shows any signs of hesitating or discomfort--rest his head against Bucky's. Their hold is definitely an embrace now, for all that they're still slow dancing, swaying gently to Ella's croon.]
I could probably find a way, if I really wanted.
[And it's tempting, sometimes. Steve loves Brooklyn, loves New York, and won't deny he misses it. But at the same time, he's a different person now, someone who's fighting for the whole world. Not just his old neighborhood, not just America.
And more importantly...he turns his head a little. It's not a kiss on the top of Bucky's head, not even really a nuzzle, but the movement hints at both.]
But I mean it. Nowhere else I'd rather be than right here.
[Not Wakanda, but with Bucky, wherever Bucky is. Especially if that means here, with their arms around each other, practically able to hear each other's heartbeats. It feels more like home than anywhere he's been in longer than he can remember.]
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Date: 2019-07-31 11:27 am (UTC)It's a while since he's been so aware that the size he is now isn't how it always was, but he's not about to complain. Not when Bucky is able to wrap his arm around Steve's waist and pull in closer. Not when Steve can--carefully, able to stop or move if the other man shows any signs of hesitating or discomfort--rest his head against Bucky's. Their hold is definitely an embrace now, for all that they're still slow dancing, swaying gently to Ella's croon.]
I could probably find a way, if I really wanted.
[And it's tempting, sometimes. Steve loves Brooklyn, loves New York, and won't deny he misses it. But at the same time, he's a different person now, someone who's fighting for the whole world. Not just his old neighborhood, not just America.
And more importantly...he turns his head a little. It's not a kiss on the top of Bucky's head, not even really a nuzzle, but the movement hints at both.]
But I mean it. Nowhere else I'd rather be than right here.
[Not Wakanda, but with Bucky, wherever Bucky is. Especially if that means here, with their arms around each other, practically able to hear each other's heartbeats. It feels more like home than anywhere he's been in longer than he can remember.]