Bucky Barnes (bleedtowin) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2016-01-19 08:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes, clint barton |
Who: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton
What: Bro cuddles?
Where: District 8, Steve's apartment
When: Backdated to before the announcement, during Clint's sojourn in 8.
Rating: Low, most likely. Probably discussion of all the terrible things that happen in an HG world, but no actual happening of said terrible things? I don't know. It is really hard to warn when everything is terrible. Cows and goats?
Could you just hold on to me? Clint had asked. It was the kind of thing Bucky wouldn't have asked anyone for - didn't know how to ask for.
But he thought he kind of got it. Bucky hadn't really felt the lack of it in his life until he reconnected with Steve and had a reminder of what it was like to just have someone around who was willing to touch you without any agenda or consequences. Lonely and isolated weren't a new drumbeat in Bucky's life, but it was strange how much more it stood out now, when he had moments where he felt it less. He'd had more real contact with humans and real people lately than he had in years - and it just made him notice the lack everywhere else, feel the falseness more harshly in everything else that wasn't at all real.
Bucky wouldn't have asked anyone to touch him. His body was a walking warzone and there was part of him that was always shocked when someone who didn't just want to pay to gawk or say they'd had a novelty screw got near him. (Scars, missing limbs - on their own they were just things that had happened to people. On himself, they were something much different to Bucky.) But he thought maybe he had some kind of understanding of why someone would want to ask.
Why they'd ask him was still a fucking mystery, but Bucky didn't dwell on that part. He'd fucked up at Clint's mess of a gala anniversary - made everything worse on everyone instead of doing anything to help. But this he could do.
It did take longer than planned to get there because Moo decided she didn't want to go out the door, despite spending half her life trying to run out it the rest of the time. Bucky had to coax her out of his closet - which was more or less hers now - and then wrap her up in her favorite blanket to carry her over. She made noises the whole way that were somewhere between pathetic and irate, leaning toward the latter.
Bucky knew where Steve's apartment was, but he'd never been there. He was somewhat acutely aware of that as he got close. It felt strange, Steve having carved out a space Bucky had never been in, and Bucky invading without asking. But even if it bothered Steve, he'd say it was fine, and Bucky had promised he'd come. Steve wasn't there, Clint had said. Probably out buying food for the dog or something. It'd give them a little time, anyway.
Bucky knocked left handed, right arm holding the covered bundle of talkative kitten. When Clint answered, Bucky came in, protective about letting Moo loose with the dog until the dog proved to be a pushover for Moo, who promptly began exploring the new space and ignoring Bucky, Clint, and their goat.
Other than the dog and the fact that Clint looked like shit, the first thing Bucky noticed was that the whole apartment smelled like laundry detergent. It was weird.
He didn't ask though, just sort of meandered through awkward hellos and jokes about goats and how Steve wouldn't know what to feed one, neither one of them approaching why Bucky was actually here. Bucky finally huffed. "Fuck it. Okay. Just ... tell me if I'm supposed to stop." Which made it sound more loaded than it was, but Bucky ignored that, propelling Clint toward the sofa and then sinking both of them down - Bucky keeping Clint on his right side. He hesitated a second and then just wrapped his arm around Clint's shoulder, pulling him in close against Bucky's side. "Okay?"
From where she was climbing her way around the furniture, Moo stopped, eyeing them with her lone eye, and then went back to trying to figure out how to get on to the armoire from the coffee table.