Now that I’ve finally had time to sit down and read both parts with the attention they deserve: I AM SERIOUSLY LOVING THIS SO FAR. I just want to hug sad Steve and tell him it’ll be okay and that it’s not his fault that Bucky fell. And Bucky taking care of Steve and worrying over him is just the softest, most precious thing! And Clint, insisting that Steve open up but being so kind and gentle and supportive and nonjudgmental about it! I’m sure my heart is going to be ripped out in future parts, but heaven knows I can’t wait to read them!
Summary: Before becoming Captain America, Steve was a scrawny and sickly young man from Brooklyn. Always by his side, and in his bed, is his best friend, his Bucky; James Barnes. The two are practically inseparable, and then, when Bucky gets drafted, Steve does everything he can think of to enlist. There was only one problem with that; the government wanted nothing to do with a scarlet and rheumatic fever surviving, asthmatic kid from Brooklyn. Don’t forget the high blood pressure and heart palpitations. One day, a man named Doctor Abraham Erskine, saw something in Steve, something that made Steve stand out in comparison to the thousands of soldiers he had previously examined. From that moment on, Steve’s life was forever changed. The serum, the war, losing a loved one; it changes a man, and Steve Rogers was no exception. Word Count: 1,047 Warnings for the series: Heavy angst, fluff, male-on-male sexual content, this may bear some resemblance to Fifty Shades as noted below. There is a possibility of more warnings to be added as the series progresses. Author’s Note: Inspiration provided by [X][X] GIF credit [X]
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1942: Before the Draft
Bucky had his arm draped over Steve’s shoulder as they walked down the boardwalk. It was the sounds of children laughing and screaming, the aroma of hot dogs and cotton candy, the sun dipping down, bathing Coney Island in various shades of pinks and purples that completed the experience.
“You alright there, punk?” Bucky smirked as he looked down at Steve.
Steve’s head was hung, blonde hair obscuring his eyes. “My stomach is still upset.”
Bucky couldn’t help it, he started laughing. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured.
“It’s okay,” Steve said with a shrug. “I’m just happy I didn’t puke on anyone.”
“Did you want to head home?” As much as Bucky wanted to stay, maybe win a few prizes for his best friend, he wouldn’t force Steve to do anything he didn’t want to.
Steve was incredibly worn down after the long day on the boardwalk, add in the fact that he had gotten sick to his stomach after going The Cyclone at Bucky’s insistence. He couldn’t blame Bucky, though. How could he have known that Steve was going to throw up afterwards?
“You wouldn’t be upset?” Steve inquired softly.
Bucky moved to stand in front of Steve, a hand on his shoulder. “A’course not. You’re not feeling well, and I don’t want to do anything that will make you feel worse. It’s your decision.”
With a lopsided smile, Steve’s stomach flipped lazily at the sparkle in Bucky’s azure eyes. “How ‘bout a walk on the beach?”
This was so sad. Poor Steve, feeling all that sadness and guilt. I just want hug him. 😫 It’s so beautiful and delicate the way you describe their relationship, you can see that they love each other so much. It’s touching, really. 🖤 I mean, it’s not something gross or rude. It’s so pleasing to read. 😊 Plus, Clint is such a good friend. 😍🖤
Thank you so much. I wanted to showcase their relationship, the profound love they have for one another above all else.
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