Prompt Post 001
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Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
- Please be civil and respectful towards each other.
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TUESDAY, DUSK
He grabs a drink with Bucky -- just Bucky; it's been a long time since they've had the chance, and even though Steve is completely aware he can't get drunk anymore, it's nice to sit down and relax.
They sit outside atop a small hill under the falling sun, and Bucky's either grown an amazing tolerance for alcohol or he's doing a great job pretending, because he's had about half a bottle straight of Scotch and he hasn't collapsed.
Yet.
The filter from his brain to his mouth seems to be malfunctioning slightly, however, and Bucky suddenly blurts out, "Dugan says we're fucking."
Steve coughs and splutters and tries to work out the pronouns and the implications. "You're... sleeping with him?" Steve isn't really-- he's not sure he's particularly ready to hear this sort of thing from his friend of a thousand years. Also, Dugan? That's, well, uh.
Bucky's head snaps around. "What? I'm not-- Christ, Steve."
"Oh," Steve replies lamely. He retrieves the bottle of Scotch from Bucky's grasp and takes a swig. It's strange to feel the initial warmth as he swallows the liquid, but never the resulting buzz. "Good," he adds, and then wonders if perhaps he shouldn't have. Don't need alcohol to mess up Steve, oh no. It is good though. That's not exactly a conversation he wants to have right now. He drinks a bit more.
"He meant us," Bucky finally clarifies. "You and me, that is." He yanks the bottle back off Steve.
Steve's eyes go wider than ever.
"Yep," Bucky laughs. "No matter what I say, he won't give it up. All of them actually." He shakes his head and drinks. "It's strange being accepted for something I'm not," he says, starting to slur his words, and he lies down on his back. "They're great guys though."
When Steve gets over the shock of the idea and allows himself to laugh, Bucky is fast asleep.
WEDNESDAY, EARLY MORNING
"If I don't see it, I don't have to do anything about it," says Phillips at first opportunity.
Steve doesn't really understand, so he replies, "Sir?"
There's an extended silence in which Phillips seems to expect Steve to suddenly comprehend, and while he doesn't (and is probably never going to, really, without at least a little more information), Steve just says, "Yes, sir," and excuses himself. Once he's out of Phillips' sight, he looks himself up and down, touches his face, blinks and blinks and racks his brain for an explanation, and comes up empty.
FRIDAY, WHEN SHIT GETS WEIRD(ER)
Someone should probably set this straight.
"We'll cover for you if you want to, you know," Jones tells Bucky with a wink as he nudges Morita (who doesn't look quite entertained enough). Dugan still seems to be finding the whole thing positively hilarious, and Steve can tell it's taking everything he's got to not spout out some crude comment about-- Let's not go there.
"Oh, would you?" Bucky says, and Steve stares at him incredulously.
"What are you doing?" he hisses.
Falsworth pats him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Cap, we've known for a really long time." He chuckles and rests back on his hands. "Even the Colonel knows."
Ah.
Bucky spins around to face Steve and wriggles his eyebrows, whispering, "Let them have their fun." He grabs Steve's hand and drags him from the tent, and once they're out of earshot he drops it and bursts out laughing. "Of all the things," he manages, "somehow this is the most plausible to them."
Steve frowns and looks at his hand and then back up. "How did they even...?"
Bucky shrugs over-animatedly, grinning. "Who knows."
Steve catches himself staring as Bucky picks idly at a loose thread at the cuff of his sleeve and he has to tear his eyes away.
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