Tubing Down the River Styx
Inspired by this Twitter post from @guhdong and mossycoat if they're still out there
My regular reminder this is technically a multi-fandom blog
Zagreus taking a chill day (the float is 🐍 Dusa 🐍 inspired)
(I also edited his face after posting it on twitter... first version just wasn't working for me)
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okay I gotta choose "Looking back there were signs"!!! do with it whatever you'd like to do!
Oooh, fantastic choice, @saryasy 😆 I hope you enjoy this little ficlet! 🥰
Looking Back, There Were Signs
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Bucky watched Sam.
Bucky tended to do that.
He found himself watching Sam.
The small movement of the river plodded him and Sam farther and farther downstream, and as it did, Sam's intertube gradually turned until he was facing backward.
Sam's arms glistened in sweat and river water and the shine of a late morning sun. One of those arms reached out, muscles shifting as he opened the cooler between them and pulled out a water bottle.
Sam smiled, laughed at a joke Sarah said far ahead in the group floating down this river, lines stretching on his face before he cracked open his water and drank, his adam's apple bobbing to every swallow.
Bucky, at some point during the last hour and a half of this trip, had found his hand loosely holding Sam's. An ever-present tether that captivated Bucky even as the rapids crawled ever closer.
Did people think anything when they saw the two of them holding hands for over an hour? Or did they assume it was to stick together?
"You've been quiet this whole time," said Sam curious, turning his attention to Bucky, "What's up with you?"
"Remember when I stole your steering wheel?" blurted Bucky.
Sam laughed.
"You thought I'd forget that?" asked Sam, way too amused by the question.
"No, I mean, I - " Bucky started, thinking back to that, " - It's weird. Nevermind."
Now Bucky had Sam's full attention. Sam rolled in his tube, staring straight at Bucky over his sunglasses.
Still holding Bucky's hand.
"No. You don't get to take that back. I want to know what the line of thinking is here," said Sam, and god, was that gap in his teeth adorable.
And distracting.
And Sam was still holding Bucky's hand.
"... I brushed against your hand," mumbled Bucky, thinking back to it.
It was his prosthesis, sure, but some scientist over at HYDRA thought giving Bucky feeling in his prosthesis was a fun idea, so he felt it.
Plunging a hand through the window.
Brushing against Sam.
Soft.
Moisturized.
"I could tell that you used lotion on your hands," continued Bucky as he embarrassingly talked into his intertube, kept holding Sam's hand, "That you took care of those hands. I liked that. There was brainwashing code being cranked up to three hundred in my mind, but for a brief moment there, I distractingly thought - 'I'd like to date a guy who takes care of his hands'."
Sam grinned wider. There wasn't a hint of a joke behind it. Sam's eyes were softer even.
"You liked me back then?" asked Sam, pulling Bucky a little closer as he stared down at their hands together, "Because of my hands?"
"Looking back, there were signs," said Bucky as Sam cackled, absolutely lost it.
Bucky found himself laughing along with Sam too.
"Well, I liked your hands too, so," giggled Sam as they both collapsed into a fit of more laughter.
Still holding hands.
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