#epilogue: objects in this rearview mirror may be different than they appear (closed verse: rgerz)

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∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music .

Bucky's slouched in the seat next to Steve. Knee resting on the chair in front of them. A heavy red wool scarf around his neck, chin nuzzled down deep and the back of his head sorta cradled against the side of a thick shoulder. He's made himself comfortable. They're on the train, going from New Brunswick back to the city when Steve pushes an earbud into his leather encased palm. It pulls Bucky's attention from the vision of the Christmas lights flashing by the windows and he turns just enough to give Steve the most comical little head tilt before pushing the delicate piece of plastic into place.

Lashes dip down to veil his eyes from view as he takes in the first few notes. A small smile curls the corners of his mouth. When they swing back open again, they're focused on the man beside him before he ticks his chin towards the window and murmurs. "We should do this ride more often. Just for the hell of it. Don't care if we got a reason or not. Forgot how nice it is watching the city come back in view from this ride. Plus. Tonight? Christmas lights." Yeah, he's a little nostalgic. Happens.

#epilogue: objects in this rearview mirror may be different than they appear (closed verse: rgerz) #featuring: steve rogers (rgerz) #rgerz #<3

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∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . + reverse

Bucky’s taken the court ordered punishments and accepted them as if he had a choice in the matter. He’s used to not having choices. Seems that the right for those being taken away in this instance is only fitting. Considering the WHY. Or as the state deems it--STEPS necessarily deemed proper and fitting for a former war criminal to make atonements for his committed sins; for his own good and without a doubt--the country’s best interests. Best to stay on the straight and narrow. Talk about feelings. Talk about his past. Talk about what they want answers to regardless of his determination to give them only what he is willing to. A fact that is never going to change. 

It’s all a part of being able to be out in the open. To stop running. Stop hiding. Stop and breathe and belong somewhere that, for once, Steve doesn’t have to commit a string of crimes as long as both their arms just to see him face to face. Long time coming? Barely scratches the surface of how long this has been in the works. Of how overdue it is. Doesn’t mean that it’s settling in his stomach all twisted up every Wednesday and Friday. Or how it leaves him with nightmares worse than when all this shit began. Doesn’t mean that it’s not weighing heavily on the broad shoulders he’s watching from behind. Hunched over with a pen scratching inside a book. He wonders if Steve’s writing. Or drawing. Or scribbling mindlessly to look busy. 

Fingertips. Flesh and blood. Warm and bare. Stretch out and touch underneath Steve’s chin. Eyes meet and a small twitch tugs at the edge of Bucky’s mouth before it turns into an encouraging smile. “Penny for your thoughts? Know it’s not much but for nostalgia’s sake.. We’ll keep the cost what we could afford back then, huh?”

#featuring: steve rogers (rgerz) #rgerz #epilogue: objects in this rearview mirror may be different than they appear (closed verse: rgerz)