Re: Steve and Bucky
Steve's heaving breath stopped in his throat, as he felt the press of Bucky's head against his chest. It was familiar and yet felt completely different from any embrace he had ever shared with the other boy. He was the larger one now, holding his friend in a way that he had been held so many times over their years together.
"Aw, Buck," he sighed, lifting his hand to cradle the back of Bucky's head. Vincent waddled awkwardly between them, before moving out of the way, seeming to understand that he would do better on the floor beside them. Steve shifted closer, hesitantly, as though too much would some how break the delicate bubble they were in.
"You survived, it doesn't matter how. You came back to me. You always said... you and me, to the end of the line."
Even if Bucky couldn't remember him, Steve could live with that. All that mattered was that they were together.