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Bucky'd been fidgety throughout the debriefing with Fury, even if he hadn't moved a muscle as he listened to the mission -- another HYDRA target, smaller, on a remote island in the Pacific. Not the usual setup, which made him uneasy from the get-go. But there was something else, something nagging at him, something in Fury's tone that told him there was more to this mission than he was willing to divulge. It wasn't a surprise. Fury might not be HYDRA, but in some ways his methods were so similar that it felt like being back there anyway. He definitely believed in the need to know principle, and obviously he didn't feel like they needed to know whatever it was he was holding back. His gaze darted to Steve, wondering if he'd picked up on it, too.

But if Steve had, his expression didn't betray his thoughts.

He pressed his lips together as they were dismissed, Fury addressing him as the others agents involved in the mission filtered out of the room. "Barnes. Hang back a minute."

And there it was, he thought, meeting Steve's eyes only briefly before lingering as Fury requested. One the door was shut again, the other man turned to study him.

"You have a different mission while they're disabling all of HYDRA's operating systems and containing the operatives."

Bucky studied him just as intently, his voice flat when he responded. "Who'm I eliminating?"

If Fury was surprised by his response, he gave nothing away. "Your target is Katya Belyakov."

"Who is she?" His voice was wary.

"You sure you wanna know the details, Barnes?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"If you're asking me to murder someone, yes," Bucky said, jaw tightening.

Fury regarded him for a long moment. "Essentially, she's the of the most dangerous people in the galaxy. Mind control abilities that she's utilized to force others to commit her dirty work. She's likely being accompanied by a former SHIELD operative who turned out to be moonlighting for HYDRA, Grant Ward. I'd prefer him to remain alive. He's got a lot to answer for."

Every muscle in Bucky's body tensed at the information about Belyakov, but also the name Grant Ward, his stomach turning in recognition.

"Ah. See you're familiar with him then."

"Unfortunately," Bucky responded stiffly, struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm assuming this isn't an optional mission." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"You knew when you signed the dotted line that there's no such thing here, Barnes. Is there a problem? Or do I need to go over the fine print of your contract to refresh your memory?"

Fuck you, he thought. "No, Sir. Am I free to go?"

"You're dismissed."

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An hour later, he was suited up in his tac gear, breathing steady and even despite the wild pounding of his heart as he boarded the quinjet with a team he didn't know or trust, and the only person on the earth he truly did.

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For a moment, Bucky just knelt in front of him, staring up at the only person he'd ever wanted to be on his knees for and there was a rush of emotions he couldn't begin to identify as anything other than intense. And when Steve's fingers dug into his hair like that, a quiet, barely audible moan escaped him.

"Steve," he groaned, eyes dilating as he looked up at him.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve genuinely felt a little lightheaded at that reaction—the groan, so quiet, Bucky’s eyes visibly dilating, the way he said Steve’s name. It made Steve ever so slightly daring. He took a handful of Bucky’s hair—not to grab or pull, but to let the soft strands run through his fingers, giving just the barest tug.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, so low. “You like this, sweetheart?”

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His entire body shuddered at the quiet term of endearment and the gentle tug to his hair and for a moment it felt like he couldn't breathe. "Yes, Sir," he admitted, voice strained, the word sir slipping out far too easily.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

The first reaction Steve had was his gut going tight and hot, an instantaneous liquid burst right over his groin. Then, immediate following that, he went cold.

He let go of Bucky’s hair. Not running away, not trying to make a huge deal of it, but sure that this was something he couldn’t let go unremarked on. Bucky was clearly into it—but he hadn’t expected a title. And with Bucky’s backstory, there was something nauseating about the unexpected Sir.

“Why’d you call me that, sweetheart?” he asked, voice gentle, no longer touching him. He hoped the answer was straightforward, that Bucky wanted to—he’ll see.

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He blinked several times as Steve's hand left his hair and he almost whimpered at the loss of his touch. His eyebrows furrowed at the question, eyes reflecting his confusion. "Aren't you my captain?" His tone was light, but his voice was more strained than usual. He let his hands rest on his thighs as he sat back on his heels.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve went a little queasier.

“I’m just Steve, honey. When we’re doing this. I don’t outrank you,” he said, his voice still gentle.

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"I know you're Steve." He frowned, not sure what to think about his objection to being called 'Sir.' He hadn't really meant to say it, it had just come out before he could stop it. It had felt right to him even if now he thought it was a little strange. Obviously Steve thought it was strange, too. "I was just in the moment, I guess. Sorry," he muttered.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve hated that muttered little apology. He took a step right back up to Bucky, going back to stroking his hair—not quite tugging, not yet, but standing close enough that Bucky’s cheek was only inches away from his sweatpants.

“Hey, no. No need to apologize. I just wanted to ask why, sweetheart. If it was because you were feeling good, because you were in the moment—that’s good. I like that. I like that you were in the moment, god, you’re beautiful.”

And maybe later, when Bucky is less vulnerable, Steve can ask him more about it.

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Confusion flickered through him when Steve moved closer and started stroking his hair again. It felt like he'd done something wrong, but Steve was rewarding him for it and he didn't know what to think. He hesitantly rested his cheek against Steve's thigh, letting his eyes close momentarily at the skin to skin contact, letting it soothe him in a way nothing else really could.

He knew the situation was weird, but he couldn't really explain his own reactions. He startled away when there was a knock on the door, and Bucky quickly tugged Steve's sweatpants up and around his waist, rising to his feet in one smooth movement before the door opened.

"All right, Captain Rogers. I've got your discharge paperwork all ready to be signed." The nurse from the day before stepped into the room, holding a clipboard and pausing when she saw his state of undress. Her face grew warm, but she looked back at the clipboard. "Dr. Stevenson would like to see you again on Friday to see how your hand is healing and see if physical therapy is good option for you."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve felt a strange sort of awe, when Bucky rested his face against Steve’s thigh. He was so sweet and gentle, so obviously soothed by the position. It was a little like a mountain lion emerged from the woods and crawled in his lap to start purring.

It was a good thing Bucky was on top of things, because Steve was too wrapped up in what was happening between them to even notice the knock. Steve gaped like a fish out of water at the nurse for a long moment, his own cheeks warming, before he finally replied.

“Yes,” he said, vaguely. He fumbled the shirt over his shoulders, hissing a little at how he put pressure on the cast to get it through the sleeve. “I can do that. Just tell me the time. We have to go now, though. It’s important.”

Steve tried to project as much American Hero energy as he could and as little sense of very recently having his boyfriend on his knees as he could manage.

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Bucky felt a little dazed by the entire thing, but he paid attention to the nurse's request, nodding his own agreement, and quickly turning to Steve when he heard that hiss of pain. He reached out, stilling his movements once he had the sleeves on. He pressed his lips together, buttoning each of the buttons with nimble fingers, lips quirking up at what he definitely recognized as Steve's Captain America tone.

"Please do be careful. You're still seriously injured," she said with a frown.

"I'll make sure he doesn't overdo it," Bucky told her before Steve had a chance to respond.

She eyed his hand and then her clipboard and pen. "Are you able to sign for yourself? You could have Mr. Barnes sign for you, if that's easier."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve could probably sign for himself. He was basically ambidextrous. Still, he liked the idea of Bucky being able to sign for him.

Smiling at Bucky, a little crooked, he said, “Bucky can do it. He’s gonna take good care of me.”

Steve probably ended up putting more innuendo into that than he fully intended, but he was still pretty overwhelmed by being dressed by Bucky, some of the same shivers of pleasure in his careful buttoning of Steve’s shirt.

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Bucky met his eyes, his own darkening just a little at the innuendo that he certainly hadn't expected in front of a stranger. Still, there was a hint of amusement on his mouth as he took the clipboard from the nurse and signed his name on the necessary forms. "I'll keep him outta trouble," he told her.

She gave them each a knowing look as she took the clipboard back. "Good luck," she said cheekily as she ducked out of the room again.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Once they were done, Steve fussed with his phone long enough to call an uber.

"C'mon," he said, leaving the room and giving Bucky a cue to follow by tugging on his shirt. Steve didn't talk, not in front of these people (a lot of whom who were unsubtly taking cell-phone pics, even though it was ass-o-clock in the morning at a hospital. People had no shame.) He did keep casting long, lingering looks at Bucky, considering.

He was thinking about a lot of things--playing over that moment of "sir" in his mind was one of them, but it wasn't the only one. It was twisted up with how beautiful Bucky had been, resting his head on Steve's thigh.

When the uber arrived, Steve opened the car door for Bucky, before circling around the other side to get in himself.

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Bucky followed, shouldering the duffel bag that Natasha had brought Steve's clothes in and carrying it down the hallway, barely resisting the urge to glare at the people taking pictures of Steve. Assholes.

He noticed the considering looks that Steve kept sending him and he tried to ignore the nervousness he felt over it. He knew that what had happened between them wasn't normal -- especially not for them, and he knew Steve was just as confused by it as he was. He wondered if he'd blown it entirely, ruined the only good part of his life. Monet trailed along beside him, keeping herself carefully positioned between him and anyone else passing by, the way she always did when they were out for a walk with her.

Bucky paused, a bit thrown by Steve opening the car door for him before urging Monet inside quietly and then sliding into the seat, chewing his lower lip as the ride back to their apartment began.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

He could sense Bucky's ever-increasing nerves and worried about it. HE hoped Bucky wasn't regretting the choices he'd made. In the uber, Steve was grateful he went to the side of the car he did, because he could reach out and take Bucky's flesh hand in his own, gently run his thumb against his skin.

They didn't talk much. Steve was well-aware of the driver.

He did sigh happily, though, as they pulled up to their apartment building and send Bucky a smile. "It's good to be back."

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Bucky was consciously aware of Steve's hand, large and warm, wrapped around his own, and he let himself focus on that for the duration of the ride, and the way that Monet curled up against his side even as she stared out the window to his left. He let his eyes close even as the driver took them home, blinking a few times when Steve spoke suddenly.

"Yeah," he agreed quietly, squeezing his hand lightly before pulling away and reaching out to open his car door. He was looking forward to taking a long, hot shower and changing into different clothes. He held onto Monet's collar just to make sure she didn't get out into oncoming traffic.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve let Bucky unlock the door to their apartment, not wanting to fuss with it one handed. He gave Bucky a long, considering look—realizing, of course, that he was still in his uniform pants.

"I’ll make us some breakfast if you want to get a shower?" Steve said, gently.

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"You should be resting," Bucky responded with a frown. "I'll take a quick shower and fix us something when I'm done. All right?" Besides, cooking one-handed was a lot more difficult than it sounded.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Bucky's proposal at first made Steve frown, but then he thought about it -- it would be nice to get into his own bed. And he wasn't really sure how he could manage to cook much with one hand.

He sighed and shook his head. "I hate being hurt. But you're right. I'll go lay down. Make sure you don't leave me alone too, long."

His voice was a little more light and teasing toward the end there. He didn't want to sulk too much and make Bucky feel bad.

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For a moment, Bucky was certain Steve was about to argue and when he didn't, his eyebrows rose with surprise. Huh. "I know, Pal," he assured him, squeezing his shoulder and then turning him toward the hallway. "What are you feeling like food-wise? Omelettes? Pancakes and bacon?" he questioned, guiding him down the hall toward his bedroom, Monet trotting behind them.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve hummed a little, thinking about it. "What do you feel like?" he asked, finally. He recalled that Bucky had barely eaten anything at all, last night.

Once they got to the bedroom, Steve reached for his own buttons with his good hand, kicking off the slip-on shoes he was wearing. After undoing the first one, though, he paused and smiled at Bucky, letting his hand fall away.

"Can you help me get my shirt off, sweetheart?"

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"I could do with an omelette," he admitted, figuring the protein would be good for both of them. He'd have to see what they had in the fridge, but he was pretty sure there were peppers, and cheese and ham he could add to it.

He paused in the doorway of Steve's bedroom, watching as Steve kicked his shoes off and reached for the top button on his shirt, undoing it. He held his breath at the request, then nodded silently, crossing the room to where Steve stood and reaching up to begin undoing the other buttons, heart beating fast in his chest.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve's heart rate kicked up as well, when Bucky immediately followed his instructions. He gently skimmed his good hand down Bucky's waist, settling it on his hip, as Bucky carefully undid his buttons.

He had been being so careful not to flirt too hard, push too much. He hadn't wanted to make Bucky uncomfortable. But every request he made, Bucky responded, so sweetly and eagerly.

Well. He hoped it was eagerness.

At the thought, he decided to ask, keeping the tone of his voice flirtatious and low. "Do you like when I ask you to do things for me, Bucky? You're very good at it."

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He reached the last button and let his hands fall to his sides, listening to the sound of Steve's heart beating -- just as quickly as his own.

But his fingers itched to touch the bare skin in front of him in a way they never had with anyone else before. He drew in a slow breath, obviously affected by the question, but even more so by the praise. It wasn't deserved; he'd done nothing to earn it. Helping Steve unbutton his shirt was far from a difficult task.

His gaze flickered to meet Steve's eyes, licking his lips unconsciously before giving a slight, short nod. "Yes," he admitted, voice barely audible.