[ Tony already too, huh? Well, at least neither of them went into great detail. He's not sure whether he's more relieved or disappointed, to be honest— the former because it's a big conversation to have. The latter because if they'd spilled it, he wouldn't have to be the one to decide when and how much of the truth he ought to actually give.
He knows Steve. He knows keeping a secret from him would earn him the disappointed eyes at least, especially one like Bucky's got. He knows with as many people from Duplicity here as there are it might eventually come out one way or another, and if he waits too long... misses the opportunity... If it doesn't come from him...
But Christ, they're in space. They're in space, they're in fake bodies in goddamn space because a preteen girl thinks something's killing the multiverse.
And Bucky's worried about talking about the fact that Steve jerked him off in their kitchen once or twice.
(or ten or twenty times at least.)
Plus he's over there crossing his arms, making that face, wearing a beard, looking disappointed or... put out, or something Bucky can't quite read because they're always, always, always off kilter since they both woke up. Whether it's in DC or Wakanda or Duplicity or Space, they're always just out of sync.
They didn't used to be. This time it's in his power to set it right, isn't it? What kind of asshole would he be if he didn't even try? You're always the guy I'm looking for.
He breathes in slow and long through the nose. Holds his breath there with his chest full. Exhales little faster, eyes dipping down to the floor, lips parting for a long moment before hesitant words come out. ]
I think you probably ought to know.
[ He admits finally, sealing in an uncomfortable feeling somewhere around the middle of his chest. ]
I'm just... trying to think about where it ranks on top of all this.
[ Because in case he hasn't mentioned it in a minute: they're in goddamn space. ]
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He knows Steve. He knows keeping a secret from him would earn him the disappointed eyes at least, especially one like Bucky's got. He knows with as many people from Duplicity here as there are it might eventually come out one way or another, and if he waits too long... misses the opportunity... If it doesn't come from him...
But Christ, they're in space. They're in space, they're in fake bodies in goddamn space because a preteen girl thinks something's killing the multiverse.
And Bucky's worried about talking about the fact that Steve jerked him off in their kitchen once or twice.
(or ten or twenty times at least.)
Plus he's over there crossing his arms, making that face, wearing a beard, looking disappointed or... put out, or something Bucky can't quite read because they're always, always, always off kilter since they both woke up. Whether it's in DC or Wakanda or Duplicity or Space, they're always just out of sync.
They didn't used to be.
This time it's in his power to set it right, isn't it? What kind of asshole would he be if he didn't even try?
You're always the guy I'm looking for.
He breathes in slow and long through the nose. Holds his breath there with his chest full. Exhales little faster, eyes dipping down to the floor, lips parting for a long moment before hesitant words come out. ]
I think you probably ought to know.
[ He admits finally, sealing in an uncomfortable feeling somewhere around the middle of his chest. ]
I'm just... trying to think about where it ranks on top of all this.
[ Because in case he hasn't mentioned it in a minute: they're in goddamn space. ]