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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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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.

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"We can take a look at first. If we think we can figure it out, there's no need to make her come down here again." Plus, he knew she was going to have all those questions about Steve being a werewolf, and he doubted that was something Steve was looking forward to.

Which reminded him --

"I'm sorry I told her without your permission," he said quietly. "Felt like there wasn't a lot of choice under the circumstances."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve hooked his arm around Bucky’s neck, pulling him in for a sideways hug and kissing his temple, gentle.

“No need. I get it. She wasn’t going to let it go. Frankly, I should be apologizing. For any number of things, not least of which is knocking you down.”

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Bucky leaned into him, closing his eyes momentarily. "Well. In your mind at the time, you were protecting me," he said quietly.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve savored the weight of Bucky underneath his arms, the warmth of his body. He took a shaky breath.

“I’m always out of my head, but coming home to see my—you like that? I lost it.”

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Bucky got it. He was pretty sure if their situations had been reversed, anything left of the Soldier would have surfaced immediately. He exhaled slowly, keeping his arm wrapped around Steve's waist and rubbing his back.

"If you hadn't come back when you did..." His chest tightened.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve could feel the way Bucky tightened up, the sour tinge to his sweat. He shifted, sitting down on the dirt and bodily hauling Bucky onto his lap, wrapping his arms back around him and shoving his face into Bucky’s neck.

“I’ll always come,” Steve said. There was a growl underneath the words. “Always.”

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He shivered a little at the feel of Steve's face pressing into his neck and his hand slid up and into Steve's hair, scritching lightly at his scalp. "I know." He knew as long as Steve was physically able, he'd always come when Bucky needed him.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

He opened his mouth on Bucky’s skin, sucking a mark. It was almost non-sexual, attempting to comfort.

“Did you mind coming with me the second night? We could keep doing that. I probably not get more aggressive with you than I was this time.”

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"I don't mind," Bucky responded, exhaling at the feel of his mouth on his neck. "I'd rather stay with you anyway." Just in case.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve’s chest tumbled and he gently dug in his feeth to Bucky’s neck before letting go, pulling away.

“Should we get your arm on?”

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"Yeah." He pulled back, too, reluctantly, pushing himself to his feet and holding his hand out to help Steve up.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve used Bucky’s hand—well, at least he reached up and took it, even if he mostly got himself up by his own power. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to hold Bucky’s hand and he kept it in his as they walked into the room.

"She said this was easy, right? I… wasn’t paying close attention."

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"That's what she said," he agreed, following him into the hut and closing the door behind them. He moves toward the case where the new arm was. He hadn't even had a chance to look at it the previous night and a thrum of uncertainty threads through him as he kneels down to open the case, pausing at the sight. It was sleeker than the other arm had been -- sleek, black, and with threads of gold woven into its design. It was actually kind of beautiful.

"Oh." His voice was hushed.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve leaned over Bucky’s shoulder. His immediate thought was a sad sort of awe—it was a lovely arm, beautiful in a way the last one had been cold and cruel. But it was hard for him to get the reminder of how tangible the loss of the last seventy years had been to Bucky.

But he took his cue from the impressed tone to Bucky’s voice.

"Buck," he said, nuzzling the back of his head. "It’s stunning."

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"Yeah," he murmured, nodding his agreement as he hesitantly ran his fingertips over the arm. He paused, glancing over his shoulder at Steve. "I think it's vibranium."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

"Good," Steve said, with a deep well of emotion behind that simple world. This one wouldn’t be blasted off. It couldn’t.

He nudged his nose against Bucky’s cheek in a canine gesture of affection. "We’ll match, more or less. Maybe I’ll ask Shuri to repaint my shield black and gold."