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Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [8/9?]

[personal profile] twinkats 2014-05-19 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
In September Bucky discovered Mutants. After August Steve had brought him home to DC, then they changed paths and moved to New York in the Avengers Tower. Bucky got a crash course not dissimilar to Steve’s on the internet and modern technology, which he knew a great deal of already, and subsequently he learned about Mutants.

He also learned about gay activism and the legality of marriage in New York but that is a different story entirely.

When Bucky read up on Xavier’s school, read up on Mutants and their struggle and the legislature and everything he could absorb about it, he thought he’d feel shocked. Maybe terrified, maybe worried, but instead he felt relief. Steve wasn’t alone in this strange new world as much as Steve might think, and it warmed his heart.

“You’re a mutant,” Bucky said over a cup of coffee in the morning when Steve finally wandered in from sleeping. He had the most ridiculous bed hair that made Bucky’s lips twitch upward in a not-quite-smile.

Steve paused in his movement to grab a cup of joe and gave Bucky a look.

“I already asked JARVIS to keep this quiet,” Bucky said. “This conversation and any other conversations involving Steve Rogers being a mutant.”

Steve relaxed, but he still gave Bucky a look as he sat down with his own cup of coffee. “I learned that shortly before Insight,” he said. “When did you figure it out?”

Bucky thought it was good that Steve wasn’t talking about being cursed again, or even seemed defensive about the subject. He looked a little resigned, but more accepting, and it made Bucky smile.

“Last night,” Bucky said. “I was looking up things.”

Steve gave him a somewhat strained smile. He said, “I know. I did too.” They lapsed into silence for a while, make breakfast and ate and then went about their other morning routines. Steve showered first, at least until Bucky got impatient and ambushed him in the shower. It’s surprisingly domestic and pleasant considering neither enhanced man ever expected anything like this to ever happen to one another.

It’s later, at night, when they are laying in bed with Steve pressed against Buckys chest and Bucky stroking a hand along Steve’s arm--his metal one, which Steve surprisingly actually took a liking to that made Bucky both parts awkward and pleased--that Bucky brought the subject up again. Steve dosed, and Bucky knew that this is nothing more than a sneak attack really, an effort to get Steve to agree when he’s more malleable, but Bucky figured he’s allowed little things like this after everything that happened.

“I think you should talk to this Xavier guy,” Bucky said.

Steve groaned and shifted, pressed his face into Bucky’s neck with a kiss and a muttered, “Bucky,” that sounded more exasperated and fond than upset.

“I’m serious,” Bucky said. “I think he could help you. You know. Figure this whole thing out, come to terms with it.”

“I have come to terms with it,” Steve said. “Got to sleep.”

“You haven’t, Stevie, don’t lie to me,” Bucky said lowly, but he pressed a kiss to Steve’s head and didn’t ask him again. He knew Steve wouldn’t agree, and if he brought it up again he’d be ordered to drop it and he would do so because Steve asked him to. So Bucky dropped it without pushing Steve to that point. He knew when to give in.