thanks for the ask <3 #6: things you said under the stars and in the grass (from this list)
There’s a firefly within reaching distance, so it shouldn’t be any surprise to Bucky that Sam automatically reaches up towards it.
He doesn’t catch it like Bucky expects him to, like Bucky’d seen him do with Cass and AJ on warm summer nights down in Delacroix, but just lets his hands hover a few inches away until it blinks off outward into the night. Sam’s arms fall back down to his stomach.
“You know how a lot of people get seasick when they’re lying out on a boat?” Sam asks, a tinge of melancholy in his voice that doesn’t match the lazy haze of the night. He doesn’t look over to see if Bucky nods, but he does anyway. “Sometimes I think I’ve got the opposite of that. Watching the stars from solid ground feels wrong in a way I can’t really explain.”
They’d been in upstate New York for entirely too long, training some of the new kids at the compound to teach them how to work as a team, along with Sam training Joaquín on some of the more advanced techniques with the wings. Bucky’s even starting to feel a little homesick for Delacroix, for the allure of Sarah’s living room couch, so he can’t imagine how much Sam must miss it.
Thinking about Bucky in Romania and how every old lady in his apartment building probably adores him because he’s this handsome, strong, man who always helps them cross the street, and keeps those whippersnappers from stealing their purses, and holds the door open, and is just so baby-shaped to all of them.
This would also explain how he got so beefy, from all those adoring Eastern European grannies being like “big strong boy needs lots of food” and “too skinny look at your bony cheeks” and insisting on bringing him pots of homemade dishes, and being a good boy who grew up in the Depression, he wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.
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