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Sweat drips down the back of his neck as he makes his way out of his hut and into the heat of the Wakandan sun. It's later than he usually gets started on things these days, but today he just hadn't had the energy to make himself get out of bed early. He's still tired, even if he shouldn't be. His body doesn't require the kind of sleep that normal humans need, but the last couple of weeks...well. Since he'd woken up from cryofreeze, sleep's been practically non-existent. Between flat out insomnia and nightmares, he doesn't rest much.

But this isn't even that. He knows how he feels after a restless night, and this isn't it. No, his lack of desire to get out of bed or leave his hut or do anything these days has a lot more to do with a six foot blond who's been back in Wakanda since a few days after he'd woken up. He knows Steve's there, because he's picked up the language easily -- which apparently still a thing he can do thanks to HYDRA -- and he hears whispers about "The Nomad" almost every day. He knows exactly who they mean.

He just rarely sees Steve himself. It's not like he's come around. He's not staying with Bucky. He's either in a hotel or at the palace, and that's fine. Really. He gets it. He doesn't blame Steve.

Bucky's still trying to get used to functioning with one arm. Balance has been surprisingly difficult. He's fallen more than once, used to having to lean to the right to balance the excess weight of the arm that had been strapped to him for the last seventy some years. Shuri's offered to make him a new one and he's turned her down. He doesn't need it. Doesn't want it. He's done fighting, thank you very much.

He doesn't bother with shoes as he pads out into the grassy area near the goats, who are definitely acting a lot more jumpy these days. He'd assume it was him, but his presence actually seems to relax them, so he thinks maybe there's a predator on the prowl at night freaking them out. He walks to pick up his garden hoe, because that's another thing that he's doing -- likes it. Finds it soothing. Growing something and helping it thrive instead of ruining it like he has everything else for the majority of his life.

When he rounds the house, he jumps, startled at Steve's sudden appearance. "Jesus Christ,," he mutters, heart pounding hard.

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[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve was startled for the space of a breath and then he bounded forward, his big body making leaps over and through the underbrush that not even a normal wolf could have managed

Even with Bucky’s head start, he overtook him after a little bit and kept running, enjoying the way his muscles bunched to make him fly.

When he started getting closer to human habitation, he would normally take care to be invisible—but it was still early in the morning and Bucky had challenged him. He kept running.

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It's a few moments of sheer joy, running and playing together like they're kids, even if Steve was currently a wolf. He was laughing by the time he made it back to the hut, big stupid grin on his face despite how serious everything had been the last couple of days. He wasn't out of breath, hadn't even broken a sweat, and sure, Steve had won. It was fine. He was pretty sure he'd beat him back, but he wasn't bothered.

He was -- happy.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve bounded around Bucky’s feet like an overgrown puppy, panting in happiness as opposed to exertion. He play-bowed, wagging his tail, and even though he was nearly 200 pounds of killing machine, he was simply rather adorable.

His wolfie brain was pleased at the play and overjoyed at the laughter from his mate. The overwhelming aggression of the last few days faded with the moon.

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Bucky grinned at him manically, because he was adorable regardless of his massive size. But then he supposed he'd always thought Steve was adorable, even if he'd never tell him that. Especially not when they were younger.

He dropped down to his knees and held his arm out for a hug.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve barreled into his arms, pulling his weight so he wouldn’t knock Bucky over, but letting him feel it. He shifted so he could put his paws on Bucky’s shoulders and started enthusiastically licking Bucky’s face. He wanted to taste his smile.

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He laughed quietly at the furry embrace and the licking, scratching behind his ears and stroking his hand down his spine. "Love you too, Steve," he murmured.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve woofed softly in reply and then turned into a human, still in Bucky’s arms. His skin boiled and moved as he shifted.

“Love you too,” he said, smiling, and kissed Bucky properly.

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He smiled back, soft and sweet, leaning into the kiss and letting his eyes drift shut. He leaned into warm length of Steve's body, exhaling as the kiss ended with a hug, resting his head against the other's shoulder and neck. "You feeling okay?" he asked, pulling back enough to look at him.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Once their kiss broke and Bucky was a warm weight in his arms, the memory of the past few days sunk back into Steve’s happy brain. The cowardly part of him wanted to go right back into the wolf, wanted to wrestle and play. He wanted to keep Bucky laughing and he wanted to keep self-knowledge away from himself as long as possible.

He couldn’t do that, though. He had responsibilities. Or, at least — he had one responsibility, the most important thing he’s ever had. Bucky.

"I’m fine," he said, soft. It wasn’t entirely true, but it’d do. "How are you?"

He held Bucky close with his warm, strong arms, pulling him in so that Bucky wasn’t looking at his face.

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He didn't buy the response, really. It was too pat and easy, but Steve had always hidden his true emotions under a facade if he could. Bucky was always the one who'd worn his heart on his sleeve. Some things really never change.

Bucky pressed his face against Steve's neck, enjoying the embrace. It made him feel safe. Cared for, whether it was deserved or not.

"Been better," he admitted quietly. "They know I'm here. And they know how to get in now." Which meant, in his mind, that his presence in Wakanda put everyone else there in danger. "As much as I don't want to...it may be time to move on from here."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve’s arms tightened around Bucky. He knew Bucky loved it here, and Steve liked it himself. He reached one hand up to Bucky’s hair and stroked it, gently.

“T’Challa will ask you to leave if he thinks he must. But he didn’t. And I don’t think he will.”

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"No. He probably won't. But that doesn't mean my being here is safe for everyone here," Bucky pointed out. "And I don't want to put anyone else in danger." Not when he already had so much red in his ledger as it was.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve held Bucky close.

“Okay. Where do we go?” he said. Maybe it was a good idea to stay, but if Bucky felt like he had to leave, so be it.

Are you doing okay over there? IE: Coronavirus concerns?

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"I don't know," he admitted. "But it might be something worth looking into." No matter how much he hated the idea of leaving. "But...there's something else I need to do first. And..." He grinned a bit sardonically. "You should probably get dressed just in case any visitors decide to stroll by."

I’m pretty freaked out. I’m supposed to head back to the states April 2nd and I can’t go back.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

((...earlier because my apartment is subletted. Right now the safest option might be to stay here longer? I don’t really know. It’s pretty scary, but the outbreak is not so bad here.))

Steve looked startled again to realize he wasn’t wearing clothes. He sighed and kissed the top of Bucky’s head before releasing him.

“Being a werewolf has done all sorts of weird shit to my brain, but I didn’t expect nudism to be a side-effect.”

He stood up and reached out to help Bucky after him.

“What do you have to do first?”

Ugh. I'm so sorry. I'm so nervous for so many people right now. :(

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(But I'm glad that it's not bad there so far! Hopefully it stays that way.)

Bucky laughed quietly, not at him, but at the entire situation because it was so bizarre no matter how you looked at it.

"Well." He let Steve help him up to his feet, drawing in a breath and exhaling. "I've got an arm to attach."

My mom actually works in public health here, so I have very up to the minute info. I can tell you...

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

((More détails if we overlap on discord! Since some of the info is secret, lol))

A growl escaped Steve, reflexive. He swallowed it down and winced.

“Sorry, uh. That was residual. I was not happy about the idea of you being in pain.)

Ohhh. I've been hitting the hay earlier, but maybe this weekend will work out for discord!

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One corner of Bucky's mouth turned up. "Yeah that's why I decided against doing it last night," he admitted.

Re: Ohhh. I've been hitting the hay earlier, but maybe this weekend will work out for discord!

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

(How are things at work? I imagine that must be stressful. (Sorry about the subject line, I had to get off the vpn)))

Steve looked away, embarrassed.

“Yeah. Sorry. Thank you for watching out for me.” He swallowed, hard. “And perhaps more importantly, for Shuri.”

He almost certainly would have killed her.

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(I'm waiting to hear what, if anything, we're going to be doing in response, at our meeting this afternoon. We don't have any reported cases in our city but I figure it's a matter of time :/ )

Bucky reached out, cupping his face in his hand. "Hey. Always gonna watch out for you." He looked down, though, at the mention of Shuri. Because if they did wind up leaving, he was going to miss her horribly.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

(:// it’s all pretty scary.)

Steve kept his eyes averted in a primal gesture of submission, but he leaned his head into Bucky’s hand.

“I’m—pretty unstoppable like that.”

He wanted to ask Bucky to stop him, if he tries to hurt somebody. But he didn’t want to end up killing him too. The right option would be for Bucky to run away.

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"I'm not sure that's true," Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to his other cheek, light and tender. "I think we just need to be careful at...your time of the month." His lips quirked up into a teasing smile.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve snorted a laugh before flicking his eyes up to meet Bucky’s—and then away again.

“You made the right call. Be careful around me.”

He sighed. “But now I can help you get that arm on, if you want a, uh. Hand.”

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"I will," he promised, nodding and drawing back. "Probably be easier with more hands." There's a hint of amusement in his voice even if ultimately it wasn't a funny situation.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve kept his voice carefully neutral.

“Do you want to get Shuri down here to help?”

He wasn’t looking forward to her thousand questions about his fuzzy alter-ego and he wasn’t looking forward to feeling the desire to gut a teenage girl, but if Bucky needed the help, he’d deal with that. He was safe now, at least.