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mr. bucket; buckets of fun (sgt_barnesjb) wrote in snapthread,

Things were weird, but also really not weird? Was that something that made it even more weird -- that it wasn't weird? Because the longer he sat there looking at this boy -- Clint, was his name -- the more Bucky felt like yes, this was home just as he'd signed to him. That didn't make sense though, did it? His home was with his family in Brooklyn. And Steve had just been there sleeping next to him. Bucky didn't understand how he'd ended up here, away from all of that but in a place that didn't seem completely unfamiliar anymore. And that ring? What did it mean? Clint had one too. It reminded him of the one his father wore. Same finger, too. It was currently resting on his thigh since he'd set it down to use Sign -- which apparently he knew? Of course he did. How? He just did.

J A M E S, he spelled out with his fingers. But call me B U C K Y. Because James was his name but he did not like being called it at all. Bucky suited him much better. He found himself smiling when Clint moved closer because that was exactly what he found he wanted him to do. He wanted to be nearer, he wanted to feel more of this fondness instead of the confusion. "This." You have one too, he signed, and then picked up the ring. It was shiny and pretty and -- "Wait." He squinted and looked at it a little better. On the inside he could see little letters. Names? His name? Clint? Yes, etched into the metal were the names Clint + Bucky and there was a date. Look at this. He handed his ring to Clint.