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[Water rolling down his hair running down his face keeps his head bowed as he groans and takes his kisses nice and slow with her. By no conscious effort did his hands move, but they do end up gravitating lower and lower until he's grabbing and squeezing her ass, playfully nipping at her upper lip.

It's easy to forget they're in a small, confined area until his knee awkwardly hits the wall. The kissing stops abruptly and he laughs it off before dipping in close, kissing and sucking gently on a spot he's fixated on on the curve between her neck and shoulder.]

I'll let you out, after your fingers prune. [And not a moment before that. He's not done nuzzling and kissing and rubbing - although he should probably make those hands useful and at least put some soap on them. The thought occurs to him belatedly, but she's already smelling nice, and he's not sure which bottle to attack. Maybe he'll let her take the lead on that one, if she wants him to.]

Mmm. We should do it the other way around next time. [He steals a few more kisses and bumps his forehead against hers gently.] Have sex in the shower and... make out in bed.

God, I missed this. [ She managed between kisses, her head tipped back when he moved along her neck and shoulder making her shiver in all the best ways. ]

Fair warning then, you might get me going again. [ Her hands slid over him as well, around his back and up to his shoulders, back around and across his chest. She took a bar of soap mild and clean smelling and ran it over his chest and shoulders.

Strong fingers worked his shoulders and up along the back of his neck. Heat and steam aided to let her soothe his muscles as tense as they were even now when he was as relaxed as she'd ever seen him. ]

We could always try it that way and see how it goes. [ She grinned at him turning, them so he was more directly under the spray. ]

That's okay. [He'd be flattered, even. For once he doesn't seem so self-conscious about all his scars, letting her lavish his body with a kind of attention it's not used to receiving since they stopped poking needles and sticking scalpels into him.

He made an obscene noise when she started kneading a couple of knots out of his upper back. The pain isn't so pleasant but the relief that follows makes it worth enduring. It must be a sad and sorry sight, being so touch-starved and craving this, even though she might be in similar shoes.]

We'd never get out of bed. [And that's not a bad thing, to Bucky. They would just be trapped in this cycle between bed and shower, getting clean and getting dirty over and over again. His hands linger on her hips, and he keeps one eye shut as water drips from his hair and rolls down half his face. Yes he can feel the beginnings of a stirring of what he wants, but he's trying to take things slow, rubbing her sides up to where he's taking her hand and rocking his hips against hers in a slow and silent dance.

He's just checked by brushing his thumb over her fingers that they're not pruning yet. Plenty enough time to stroke her chin, cup the side of her face and kiss her again.]

She's not rushing anything either, it's been a while for both of them and there was no reason at the present time to feel like this needed to be hurried. So instead she just kept working on him, though she did pause long enough to pour some body wash in her hands, it wasn't floral or fancy, just simple and clean smelling.

She lathered up his skin and suddenly things were not only hot and wet but also very slippery between them. Which was in her mind at least all sorts of interesting. Sarah used her body along with her hands on him the presence of soft curves against him and warm strong hands running over him adding soap to his skin.

Maybe every once and a while getting out of bed is overrated. [ She snickered and used her thumb along his jaw to draw his face up as they both seemed to get the same idea at the same time and leaned in for that kiss. Neither of them was pruned yet but she was quickly finding the shower a bit confining for the sort of movement things could lead to.

Still, that was a ways off, she just enjoyed the kiss and deepened it further. ]

[Oh no, she's right, getting each other going is definitely not one of their best ideas, especially now that they're both wet and slick and can't keep their hands off each other. He rubs his hands over her stomach and behind her back, fingers trailing up towards her shoulderblades and settling back down on her waist and hip.

She draws a low growl out of him as she kneads a stiff knot out of his back and rubs a foamy spread down over his scarred side.]

I think I'm rubbing off on you... [And he's pretty sure that makes him a bad influence. His grip tightens in her side and he pulls her flush against his body, grinding his hips eagerly against hers and not particularly caring when he gets soap in his mouth from biting kisses down the side of her neck.]

This is a... This is-- mmmh. [He's not sure if getting out of the shower is the right thing to do. Feels rather wrong at the moment. Maybe he's thinking too much with the wrong head though.]

[ Oh it was just terrible, a terrible thing that his hands pulled her close and her own slid down to cup his butt. All in the name of cleaning of course. Soap was everywhere and making them slippery against each other. ]

I never minded a little rubbing. [ She murmured back, her hips pressing to him enjoying the feel of him thickening against her. ]

This is good? [ She kissed his temple. ] This is nice? [ She slid her thigh between his and ground against him. ] This is hot? [ She moved them back to rinse under the shower spray before she took his face in her hands and drew him up for a kiss. ]

I want you, right here, right now.

[No there's clearly quite a lot of rubbing going on and before long she has him panting breathlessly and making desperate little whines and moans as the shower pours right over them. He reluctantly lets go of her so he can grope around to turn the tap off.

They're dripping wet but still warm when Bucky tries to walk them a couple steps to the shower wall. He doesn't pin her back to it, knowing it'll be cold, but he doesn't give her much room either, his hand gripping in her hair and scratching the nape of her neck lightly.]

--yes. [Good, yes. Nice, yes. Hot, also yes. He gently nips on her lower lip and bites softly, tugging gently and playfully before he re-engages in a hungry, long and slow kiss.]

I'm-- [He breaks the kiss, steals another chaste one, and his voice cracks a bit from the urgency with which he's rubbing his hands over the outside of her legs.] Just relax, okay. [She might panic if he picks her up and pins his palms to the wall while he fucks her brains out. Getting decked or elbowed is always awkward when you're trying to have sex. So he starts off slow, slipping his arm under one leg and pressing in close enough to rub the hard-on she's given him between her legs. He isn't patient enough to tease for too long before he's trying to push in between her wet folds as deep as he can go in their current configuration, and her encouragement isn't helping with his self-restraint much.

Maybe it's a little greedy but he's got eighty years of lost time to make up for and it's not as if she isn't keen, either.]

[ There's a lot going on in general and she was all for it. He might not have wanted to push her back to the wall but Sarah had no such issues about it. Cold tile would warm in time, when was the last time she... no there had never been a time quite like this before. Being with him was something totally different. ]

I don't think I'm in any mood to relax. [ After that it was moans and soft curses in multiple languages, creole rolling off her tongue between demanding kisses as he sunk himself deep in her.

He might have been aiming for restraint but Sarah was not, she hooked her leg high up on his hip and arched into movement with him, her hands grabbing at his shoulder to support herself. She was wet inside and out making things slick and easy and heated for more.]

[Being constantly concerned about hurting her isn't going to allow him to have a good time, and to be fair even if she was getting plenty of action, he honestly doubts that she would have been with people who could easily hurt her if they're not careful. But her eagerness helps assuage him of his worries, and he's never heard anything sexier than whatever it was she'd just said. He can't plough her into the bed and make her feel it all the way up her tailbone like this, but he can maintain a regular rhythm of her lower back thumping against the wall while keenly moaning between their lips. Whatever they aren't doing in bed they are making up for by being in the shower, where they don't have to worry about making too much of a mess.

He wants to pick her up, which he signals with his other hand tightening his grip on her hip. What even is the point of getting shot up with serum if he can't use it to have a little wild, rough time having sex with someone he cares about, who actually cares about him in return?

He can fuck her deeper and harder once he's got her right where he wants her, a little higher up against the wall which incidentally also lets them kiss at a better angle. So he does, pausing for a half second every time he's in so deep he can feel her clenching all the way down the length of his cock and she draws another little noise out of him. Though, he's not the best at multitasking, so he seems to get distracted from their kissing at regular intervals until she reminds him with her tongue and with her groans.

They can work on that, since he'll be coming back for more. A lot more.]

[ True, her sex life was limited and more so to that she'd only been with normal guys, but that didn't mean she wasn't eager with him. The fact that he wasn't just any guy was a bonus really here was someone who understood the problems in the life of someone who ran with superheroes. She'd never have to explain the strangeness of Sam and his odd hours. She'd never have to worry about him the way she would a regular guy.

Sarah found herself hefted up with little more effort than she might use to pick up groceries. That was a surprising turn-on for her, she never knew she was into being manhandled. But damn. She arched back against the wall and wrapped her legs around his hips, moving with him and gripping his shoulders.

She groaned into his kisses pure pleasure and abandon. He can be forgiven for losing track of things because what he was doing was so damned good. Toe-curling, eye-rolling bliss that had her calling out his name.

She didn't have as much freedom of movement as she'd like but she could and did use her muscles. She rolled her hips as well as she could and bore down on him working herself closer to orgasm. ]

[To be fair - and despite the fact that Bucky's got Sam's back in ways most other people can't be there for him - she would still have to worry about him in other ways. But he tries not to let the cracks in his façade show. He feels better around her in ways he doesn't feel better around just about anyone else. If he was any good with his words, he'd tell her as much, too.

But he doesn't really have the presence of mind to talk right now, and certainly not anything too deep. His fingertips and blunt nails scrape against the shower wall as his kisses turn into a chain of gentle nips and bites. He has to hold back a bit if he doesn't want to hurt her, but he's holding back less and less the closer they both get to cumming in each other's arms again.

He nudges her a little higher so he can brush his lips over her collarbone, nibble his way gently down to flick his tongue over her nipple, her skin sporting a wet, glistening sheen from the shower water. There's something almost mischievous in the glint in his eyes as he teases at biting down hard enough to hurt, but it stops at a gentle nip and harsher kisses. At least he's not sucking at a spot on the side of her neck that would be highly visible for the rest of the day once they get out of the shower.

If they ever get out of the shower, at this rate. Even Bucky wasn't completely aware of how much pent up... energy he's got to expend.]

Sarah... [There's a tension in his jaw; she's getting him close, and yes, he's fully blaming her for these fortunate circumstances. If he really let himself go, he'd probably hurt her with how much he'd want to throw her around, pin her down, curve her back to meet his hips where he can fuck her deeper and harder and bite altogether too hard, and then make it up to her with a thousand kisses over every inch of her body just so that she'd forgive him enough to let him do it all over again.

His hands are currently too occupied to do anything - dropping her would be nothing short of disastrous - but she manages to pry soft little whines and moans from him regardless every time she takes him all the way in.] Mmf-- [He nearly fumbles, and his lips find their way back to hers hurriedly in a futile attempt to stifle his groans. She could be forgiven for thinking he doesn't feel any of the sweet little aches that last night should have inflicted upon him.]

[ Thankfully he was cognizant of her limitations as a mere mortal otherwise she would have ended up with all sorts of injuries from all this and worst of all probably not caring in the least. At least not until it came time for her to actually do things. Then it would be inconvenient.

Until then she was every bit as willing to contribute to their mutually building pleasure as he was. Firm hard grip on his hair gave tugs now and again when he hit a particularly good spot with lips or lower. She had less freedom of movement this way but there was something incredibly sexy in how he was just taking everything to the next level. It was unlike any sexual experience she'd had before and she wasn't sure if this was a baseline for him or just because it had been so long.

Not that she was even close to complaining, no the only sounds that came from her were flowery curses in multiple languages the dripped like honey from her tongue. A word of praise when he captured her nipple, a word of surprise at a sharp, deep thrust of his hips. She was captivated by it all.

And then he spoke her name, it sounded so needful and desperate so filled with wanting and desire that there was no way she could help be react to it. ] You gonna cum, James?

[ Her voice dropped sultry and low, she whispered against his lips when he moved to kiss her. sliding just to the side letting him have her cheek instead. ] Do it, I want to feel you inside me.

[ She murmured to his ear, and her voice was low and rich and with every note in it commanding not asking. ] I want to hear you when you do. I want to know that was because of us being together.

[ The notion was more of a turn-on than she could put into words, but the tone carried her intent pretty well. ]

[If he was in any proper, coherent state of mind, he would have insisted he wasn't blushing - maybe he's just a little redder in the cheeks from the heat, or the exertion - but the only dirty talk he gets is right before somebody starts throwing punches or taking the safety off to shoot at him. So when she does it, the way she says it with her fist in his hair and her legs wrapped tight around his hips has him practically whimpering; a sure sign that she has him weak in the knees right where she wants him.

He's so eager to please and takes commands so easily, seven parts craving the validation and approval and three parts not really knowing what else to do with himself, that she didn't need to tell him twice. He barely remembers he needs to keep a solid hold on her, a vibranium hand splayed against her lower back, fingertips digging in just slightly holding her body securely against him.

The shower wall she's leaning against rumbles against her back with how hard he slams his other hand against it when he cums, an awkward squeak from the wet surface drowned out by his inability to stifle himself from crying out, voice cracking and breaking under the strain of a low, desperate-sounding growl. His cock twitches inside her with every involuntary little contraction filling her up slow and deep as though she hadn't already got him cumming last night. At this rate she'll milk him dry and he won't have the energy to keep up with her boys when they get home.]

Oh my god-- [His voice is still raspy, barely an audible crackle of a whisper as she leaves him feeling raw and sensitive, panting for air. Somehow he managed not to put a hole through her shower wall, which would have made things very inconvenient, but he apologises as though he did anyway.]

[ She'd never seen or heard anything so passionate or desperate in her life, it was intense enough to have her just frozen taking it all in. No pun intended in her thinking it was just never having seen anyone give themselves over so wholly to a climax before. It was thrilling and felt powerful that she'd sent him into that tailspin of feeling.

He has her right on the edge and then there is the throb so strong she can feel it, timed with his breathing and those geep guttural grunts of his. Each hard exhale through his nose as though he's afraid of what will come up when he opens his mouth. His face a mask of pleasure so intense it could be pain until his tight lip softens and his brows rais in release. Jesus, he's so pretty and looks so lost in that moment. ]

[ She hooked one arm tight around him, the other running between them to slip down between her lips and tease at her clit. ]Right here. This is where you belong. With me.

[ She rolled her hips to bring her to that same edge, her hand finishing the job while she basked in the thrill of making him cum she took care of getting her own. she held him tight and almost greedily to her. Bodies still damp and cooling quickly, his breath in short pants and her own just as ragged. Her fingers knew exactly how much pressure and speed with the added bonus of him inside her it only took moments before she was holding him tightly in other respects.

Sarah folded herself around him and shuddered through her climax, poetry of his name and phrases he knew and others he did not rained from her lips.

She was sure as hell going to feel this later, but right now she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed to kiss him and feel him against her. And she did just that. ]

[His hands drop to keep a hold on her, more relaxed than weakening although she might feel like she's starting to slip a little as she distracts him with all those dirty things she says that she really shouldn't be teasing him with and the intensity of her own orgasm. A little bit of wordless prompting when she wraps her limbs a little tighter around him will be enough to remind him to keep a steady hold on her, at least until he thinks she might want the stability of the ground beneath her feet while she catches her breath.

They're going to need another shower, but thankfully they're already here. He slowly lowers her to the ground, a little bit at a time so she knows he's putting her down gently rather than unintentionally letting her go, but he keeps his forehead pressed to hers in between those kisses they chase from each other. They can spend a few more minutes just trading affectionate gestures before breaking the moment to turn the water on again.]

I don't want to leave. [He so rarely feels strongly about wanting or not wanting something. Probably an incidental byproduct of spending too much time catering to what other people want. She's giving him too many reasons to stay - and really, it's not the sex. Well, not just the sex, because that might imply they didn't have an amazing night and morning together. It's how she's making him feel, right now. These little brief stolen moments of not feeling alone, and not feeling the pressure of needing to be some guy people can read about in a museum or being perpetually ready to move out in ten minutes for the next fight. This is as close to 'normal person' as he can get.

Sliding his metal arm around her lower back, he holds her against his body and tilts his head to deepen their kiss while his other hand gropes around blindly trying to get the shower going again without looking.]

I'll behave. [If she needs an incentive to keep him. It's a quiet promise and a small smile he gives her when their lips part. They should probably try to make it out of the shower at some point in the morning. Maybe behaving doesn't involve taking his hands off her right this instant, but he won't make her drag him out at least.]

[ She was lowered slowly and her legs did an admirable job of keeping her up though her grip on him remained just in case. Good excuse to stay close enough for those kisses. At least until he pulled away to turn the water on again. ]

[ She hadn't had this much sex in... she hurt her head trying to recall exactly which was a pretty damned good indicator that she shouldn't bother. She knew for him it was equally strange to find himself in this situation so suddenly. Sarah wanted him to be around more, he seemed inclined to want to be there more, all that left was actually looking into it. ]

[ They kissed under the spray as it warmed again and she had to chuckle when he offered to behave. ] "I think you're a lot of fun when you're not behaving though. So don't go overboard with it.

Yes ma'am. [The idea that most people have of Bucky misbehaving likely involves him going off on some kind of violence or murder spree, which is significantly less fun. To be fair, her idea of misbehaving is actually fun, and he could honestly stand to have more fun. They both could, as a matter of fact. There's more to life than murder sprees and slogging your ass off hoping that the kids turn out somewhat okay. One day maybe they'll be able to find a way to have the fun along with the good stuff.]

I'll step out before I use up all your water. [No further promises about behaving or misbehaving. He can't imagine that she'll want to stay in the shower so long that her fingers start pruning either. He'll stay holding her for a bit while they do an almost slow dance twirling around each other, until they're soapy all over with slow, deliberate rubs and playful explorations around the shell of ears and sensitive nipples, until he's sure she's a little steadier on her feet. Then he'll try and be 'helpful' rinsing them both off before finally - finally - stepping out of her shower. Maybe they'll even get to kick off the day before it's around the time the boys are going to show up, but he's not in any rush to leave her side.

He doesn't seem to mind the cold so much, and ends up being more mindful about dripping everywhere than he does about standing there soaking wet, fetching a towel for her first before tending to himself. He's not actually thinking about moving in or anything crazy like that, but at some point, if she's okay with it, he would probably bring at least a spare set of clothes and his own toothbrush and that sort of thing, become a semi-permanent fixture that will let her know that he's always planning on coming back.]

[ Oh she liked when he responded like that, all sharp and military. It added some sort of edge to their fun, that was new and something special. He was something special. The handsome soldier, a protector that was capable of so much violence, and yet he treated her and her boys with so much gentle kindness.

They would step out eventually, but not until each had their fill of the other. As it happened was another few minutes of touching and exploring. Her hands slid over the breadth of his back and up his neck. Splayed fingers roamed over his chest and down to grab his ass. Not at all shy in her appreciation and in this moment claiming of all of him for her own enjoyment.

When he stepped out of the shower she rinsed clean of soap and she turned off the water to run her hands over her and shed the drops on her. Sarah joined him taking the towel he offered and running it along her body to dry herself. She ran the towel up and tousled his hair with a smirk. ]

I promised you some breakfast and I think we've both worked up an appetite. [ She wrapped up in her towel and walked back to her room to get dressed and ready to get cooking. ]

[He probably should be getting dressed too, much as he likes her touch on his bare skin and her towel ruffling through his hair, but he runs a little warm and he's in no hurry to get hastily dressed. If there's no rules in her kitchen against a clothing-optional attire, he will be padding quietly in there wearing just the towel around his waist once he's dried off sufficiently to not drip puddles all the way from her bathroom to her bedroom and down to her kitchen. He's not so careless as to leave that kind of evidence everywhere he goes.]

I'll help. [Even if she wants to give him the stuff she doesn't enjoy doing. She deserves more than just one little break and he's not here often enough to give her all the breaks she could use. He might as well make himself useful while he has the opportunity.]

Clean up or anything else you need. [He knows Sam doesn't come around often enough, through no fault of his own. Having things to do, even if they're little things, helps Bucky feel grounded and gives him at least a temporary purpose.]

[ He was most certainly completely welcome to keep wearing as little as he liked. Sarah was enjoying having the eye candy around, and he did make such a pretty thing to look at all mussed and damp from the shower and... and thoughts like that were prone to putting them right back in the same position again. Or several new positions perhaps. She made a mental note about those for later.

His politeness to her home was appreciated and while she enjoyed the look of him in not all that much she preferred to have something covering her. So she pulled on a tank top and boxers, cursing herself for the lack of anything even remotely attractive to wear around the house. She hadn't needed it in years so she hadn't bothered to have it. Another thing added to the list. ]

[ She padded down the steps with a smile that was devilish enough to be called out. Oh yes someone had a fantastic night and a wonderful morning. ] Do you make coffee?

[ She gestured to the coffee maker and the canister next to it that read Coffee in letters that were clearly painted by a child's hand. She grabbed a bowl and gestured with her elbow to the shelf where the filters were as well. She pulled things from the pantry flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. She dumped things into the bowl and grabbed a frying pan to drop it on a burner and start the heat. She moved with smooth grace and efficiency she had clearly done this a lot. ]

[ Sarah got out butter and a flat grater and worked the former over the latter and continued mixing the biscuit dough. ]If you want to fry up the sausage for the gravy, that's in the ridge. The bottom right shelf.

Sure. [He doesn't always bother with making a full pot when he's in his apartment on his own - actually his daily routine is pretty shockingly terrible if he were to tell her everything so he's wisely keeping quiet for now, just going through the motions of grabbing one of the filters, popping it into the machine, coffee powder in, water topped up, and making sure the pot's aligned before getting anything going.]

Must be crazy around here in the mornings. [With the boys around, he means, in a mad morning rush have everything ready before scrambling out the house.] I couldn't do it, honestly. [He realises she had to. The boys have relied on her for years and she can't simply just not have her shit together, like he can. But that doesn't make parenting any less of a feat.

For the longest time before his life took the several turns that it did, he'd thought this was supposed to be it. The white picket fence dream with the missus and the kids and all that. Now he's kind of glad he hasn't had to inflict himself on any kids.]

I've got it. [Oh, man, biscuits and sausage gravy? He can't hide that little smile on his face as he pulls the milk and breakfast sausage from the fridge and starts prepping them to be fried, hunting around for some pepper but taking his time not-as-discreetly-as-he-would-like exploring her various kitchen cupboards. He appreciates that she trusts him not to ruin this time-tested tradition and luckily there's no nosy neighbours around not-appreciating the shirtless guy rummaging around her kitchen.]

Do the boys help you out around here much, now that they're a little older?

It can be.[ She smiled and nodded, lots of memories of mornings getting the boys up for school dressed and fed, and sent off to school with extras for some kids who didn't have enough. but that wasn't a bad thing, it was part of the life they'd made with each other. She had two wonderful, thoughtful boys that she was so proud of them. She found new things to admire and respect about her boys every day and she wanted them to have everything in the world. ]I think you could, you've been great around them.

[ Oh don't think she hasn't noticed Bucky and her boys interacting, it was the first thing she paid attention to. When Sam said he was working with the former Winter Soldier she'd been afraid for him. When he brought him home, well she had to have her concerns. Sarah loved her boys more than anything, Cass and A.J. were her whole world, possibly more than was entirely healthy but it was how she got through loss after loss.

Her social life had suffered but her boys never lacked for a parent and she did her best to be both father and mother to them. In the end being a mom and having her family had meant more to her than dating, though last night (and this morning) had reminded her of all kinds of reasons to maybe reconsider that a bit.

She liked that smile, a lot. She liked him in her kitchen in just a towel still looking a little damp from a shower and very thoroughly sexed up. She couldn't help but grin as she worked the dough out for the biscuits, kneading it a little but not so much that they would be flat and dense. The key to biscuits was light and layered. Never overwork a good dough. He's free to look, lord knows that the boys had probably put things in there that didn't belong like action figures and text books from school. But she lived a pretty open life for the most part.

There might be a drawer in her nightstand that was shocking but aside from that she had a pretty simple life really. In as far as there was nothing that strange. ]

They have since they were little, it was just me and them for, well for most of it. Mom and Dad died before Sam enlisted, and me and the boys were on our own after their father passed. A.J. was almost two, so I've needed them to feel like they were part of all this just so we could keep it together.

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Yeah, well, you put in all the hard work already. I just have to show up and they... are the only two people in the country who think I'm cool. [He laughs at himself at that. He's usually enough on the socially awkward side when he does venture out of his comfortable bubble of solitude that he gets chided for it. Still, having two kids that look up to him is enough to get him to want to strive to do better - or at least, keep trying to be in a better place today than he was yesterday.

There's no rules or recipe or anything that he's following, he's just winging it when it comes to putting the pan on the stove, getting the sausage mince in there with a melting glob of butter, and rolling them around to brown. In hindsight it was probably a good idea to put at least a shirt on in case of any oil splatters or, you know, burning the house down and having to leave in a hurry, but he barely flinches when he does get splashed on a little bit a couple times, and she's around to prevent the house from burning down so there shouldn't be any worries there.]

Is that why Sam's so attached to that boat? [He's watching her work the dough, sure, but mostly he's just watching her. It's been so long since he had anything resembling a family life like this, he finds himself unconsciously taking up some interest in the push-pull in their relationship, all the things in life that people usually worry about that isn't some intergalactic fight or world-ending magic.]

I get it. I'm not-- taking sides. I just... you know. This is your life. You have to do what you have to do. [If they could all make sentimental decisions, he's not sure that either of them would be here right now. Sometimes it is the right time to make a sentimental decision, but it's not a privilege they often have.]

I don't know, I think you're kinda cool. [ Sarah grinned at him. ] Kinda cute too.

[ She looked over how he was browning the sausage and nodded readily to start cutting out biscuits when she patted the dough out. Having done this enough times that she used neither a rolling pin nor a special cutter. She patted it flat and even thick enough for a good height and grabbed a glass to twist into the dough and get her rounds. She did it until she had used up all the dough and plopped them on a baking sheet. ]

[ She scooted shirtless Bucky away from the danger of popping grease while she put the biscuits in the preheated stove and set about removing the sausage to add flour, butter, and a touch of milk to work up a gravy. Her hands moved on automatic adding salt, pepper, spices and stirring to keep the mix from scalding or burning. That was the real secret to any roux, jus or sauce base, just keep stirring. ]

The boat is, well we kinda grew up on it, me and Sam. Birthdays, holidays, after school, all summer long. If we were home we were out there. It's almost a part of the family. [ She changed to counterclockwise stir for a minute. ] Mom and Dad put everything they had into that boat and it was a big part of the community back then. We shared with everyone and I guess it felt like a connection. How some things are your past and no matter how hard that might be sometimes you just can't let go of it.

I tried to sell it, but in the end I couldn't either.

Oh. [He ducks his head and flashes a small smile at the floorboards before redirecting his attention back to the frying pan.] That's kind of you. Thanks. [He's probably pushing the sausage around the pan a bit too much. He's not sure. Browning the meat might involve leaving it alone for a little while so it has the time to actually sear a bit, but he keeps checking compulsively.]

I get it. Some things you need to leave behind, move on. The world's changed and-- [Bucky's shoulders rise a bit before he shrugs.] we can't go back to how things were, for better or worse. But some things you need to hold on to. I mean, I get it on a logical level, but... [The tip of his tongue flicks out between his lips and he breathes out a quiet sigh through his nose.] Emotions get into it.

[Memories are important to him. Important to everyone, sure, but he's lost quite a few already. He so desperately wants to hold onto what's left, knowing full well that the world he had known and the people that were in it are gone now, and he needs to keep moving. But he needs these anchors, these cornerstones to keep him tethered and grounded while he works slowly on building his new life in this new world, or he'll just-- drift, and not know where he's going, what he's doing, if he's even headed in the right direction.]

Since you're keeping it, maybe the boys can be convinced into getting off the video games and getting out there sometime. Make new memories. [Easier said than done, he knows, but if he thought he'd help any, he'd try nudging them out there too.]

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