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Steve Rogers COURT Seelie TITLE Description. OCCUPATION Description. ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Description. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Description. RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Description. MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS Steve will be sleeping through the majority of the timeskip. SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS A brief summary of what your character will have done/accomplished/experienced over the timeskip. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH -Warm-ups APRIL 15 -Harps! DATE -zzz SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -zzz FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -zzz WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -Wakes up from enchanted sleep. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description

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Oh.

[Steve visibly relaxes. He should probably be thankful for this guy instead of feeling...what he just felt.

He puts his shield down before he takes a better look around the room.]

It's a nice room. A little more silk than I'm used to. [Steve blinks at a pair of delicate red women's panties over the back of a chair.] And lace. Are those yours?

[He smiles back at him. At least he's less embarrassed around Bucky than he would be around most people.]

I bet they look good on you.

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[He blinks.]

Why would I wear those?

[He's really honestly curious, not at all embarrassed or offended.]

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It was a joke. Just...not a very good one.

[Apparently. Bucky doesn't look amused, but he doesn't look angry either. The question confuses Steve at first, but it is food for thought.]

They're normally a lady's thing. But there's nothing that says a man couldn't, if he wanted to - which I'm not saying that you do.

[Now he feels a little bit embarrassed, but he's not sure why.]

I'm not saying that you don't, either. You could. If you wanted. And they'd look good on you, that's all - you can take the right side of the bed, okay Buck?

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[It's... a little amusing to see Steve embarrassed like this, but he just nods at the suggestion and starts to pull off his jacket.]

Alright.

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[Steve sighs and rubs at his face. The emotion of the past few days has been draining, to say the least. But it feels right too, like he's being honest with people. Like he's making progress in the relationships that matter most to him. Steve glances at him, decides to follow his lead and get undressed for bed himself. Bucky is a solid, warm presence when he slides in beside him, his breathing the steadiest thing Steve's ever known. He used to try to match his own ragged breaths to it.]

Can I tell you a story?

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[When Steve slides in the bed, he immediately starts to curl up next to him. There's no embarrassment or reluctance, he wants the contact, and he knows he can trust Steve, so if Steve doesn't mind, he's going to have a metal-armed assassin all up in his personal space.

Once he gets comfortable he stills, his breath as steady as ever, his heart calm now that the harps have gone quiet again.]

Yes.

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[Steve doesn't mind; Steve welcomes it, his arm curling around Bucky to simultaneously make room and draw him closer. All Steve's ever wanted was to be strong, to be a protector, but sometimes he needs comfort too.]

I had trouble sleeping during the war. I guess a lot of guys did - they were far from home, the cots were flat and uncomfortable. Plus it was war. You closed your eyes, you never really knew if you'd wake up to a rifle in your face or the sound of bombs dropping.

[He wouldn't call them fond memories, but Steve talks about the war with a certain sort of nostalgia, the kind of tone he's overheard old men in the park using.]

One night you just came into my tent, shoved yourself onto my cot, and wrapped yourself around me. [Steve huffs softly.] No way there was enough room for both of us. The cot make these little creaking sounds, like it was about to break at any second. Plus you were like a furnace. I broke into a cold sweat halfway through the night, but you kept wrapping the blanket back around me in you sleep. I guess old habits die hard.

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[He thinks about this, nestled up against Steve, feeling the way his chest rises and falls without a hitch, deep, steady breaths.]

I've always had trouble sleeping without you.

[It's a quiet confession that he can't really back up with specific, solid memories, but he can feel the truth of it, even if he's always hesitant to trust himself.]

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I sleep better this way too.

[Steve squeezes him in the semi-circle of his arm, turns his face towards him. For two years Steve had so much on his mind, so much lost to him, he wonders if he got a single good night's sleep. But now the most important piece has been returned to them both.]

You don't have to sleep alone anymore. I don't want you to.

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[He lets out a long, slow breath, and he nods into Steve's shoulder.]

Good.

[He... never slept much with Hydra. Not naturally, anyway. They either put him in cryo or drugged him to sleep however long they wanted him to sleep. Otherwise he only ever slept a couple hours at most on his own. But here, with Steve, he feels himself relaxing more than he has... in as long as he can remember.

...which admittedly isn't long.]