There had been some discussion over his safety with the Avengers when Bucky started appearing more and more openly. He appreciated their concerns and eventually argued them all into backing off and letting him do his own things. Steve had known from the first time Bucky had appeared on his window that time he'd come down with the bad flu that Bucky did not mean him any harm, quite the opposite really. And with time, his friends had relaxed too. "I like them too and I care for them but I like my apartment here and my quiet life here. Captain America and the Avengers isn't my entire life Bucky, nor do I want it to be."
His eyebrows furrowed when Bucky slipped in and instead of pressing close like he usually did, laid on his front on the blankets instead. Steve pushed himself up to rest his upper-body on a forearm, reaching out tentatively to brush over the top of Bucky's hair. "You're my life too, Bucky, you know. You said I spent too much time taking care of me. Well, you used to do the same. Kept gum and cigarettes for my stomach and asthma in your pocket all the time, sneaked me favourite treats when I was feeling too sick to eat anything else. Pulled bullies off of me when I was getting pounded on in the back alleys. And if I told you back then that you should go out and enjoy your dates with the dames and leave me to deal with my sickness alone you'd call me an idiot and cuff me a good one the back of my head. We're friends at the very least. And that's what friends do for each other." He hoped Bucky would understand now and stop feeling like he was a burden. Bucky had never been a burden.
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Date: 2014-09-19 03:47 pm (UTC)His eyebrows furrowed when Bucky slipped in and instead of pressing close like he usually did, laid on his front on the blankets instead. Steve pushed himself up to rest his upper-body on a forearm, reaching out tentatively to brush over the top of Bucky's hair. "You're my life too, Bucky, you know. You said I spent too much time taking care of me. Well, you used to do the same. Kept gum and cigarettes for my stomach and asthma in your pocket all the time, sneaked me favourite treats when I was feeling too sick to eat anything else. Pulled bullies off of me when I was getting pounded on in the back alleys. And if I told you back then that you should go out and enjoy your dates with the dames and leave me to deal with my sickness alone you'd call me an idiot and cuff me a good one the back of my head. We're friends at the very least. And that's what friends do for each other." He hoped Bucky would understand now and stop feeling like he was a burden. Bucky had never been a burden.