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[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

As Steve sat on a bed in the medical wing of Stark Tower, he wondered if there was something in the air these days that he and Bucky were trading off being injured from month to month. First there was Bucky's leg injury, then he'd been lost in the jungle for a week, followed by Bucky's issues with his arm and now he'd been hit by something of HYDRA's in the last mission to end up like this. This, being the effects of the serum seemingly to have disappeared entirely, leaving him with his pre-serum body and its issues. Tony had gaped at him on listening to Steve's laundry list of medical issues before demanding 'how the hell did you survive into adulthood?' They'd all known he'd been sickly as pre-serum but apparently it had never sunk in as to how bad it actually was. He had to admit it did sound bad on paper but he'd live (mostly) fine for twenty-one years in that body and he'll deal with it today.

At least seventy years later modern medicine has developed far enough that they had medicine to help alleviate some of the symptoms of the worst of his body's poor health. The shots he'd been given and the huge amount of pills laying on the side table was proof of that. Tony was talking about developing some sort of bubble to keep him safe. He appreciated the thought but firmly vetoed that idea. The entire team wanted him to stay in the Tower where JARVIS could monitor his health twenty-four by seven. That he also tried to argue against; he 'd lived alone after his mother's death in this body until the day he joined the army, there shouldn't be any problems with him heading back to his far more upscale apartment.

He scowled darkly and started planning his escape. JARVIS would no doubt tell on him the moment he left but there were still one or two things he could do to make sure he at least got a head start. And once he was back in his apartment, it'll be hard to move him back.

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He shifted out of his heavy gear, folding it or at least packing it appropriately on one of the nearby chairs. He pulled off his belts with weapons and munitions and they went on top of his vest, and he turned his head when Steve called out to him. "I am removing my tactical gear so we can spend time in the pillow fort when you're finished," he called, raising his voice a little so that Steve had a higher chance of hearing his full sentences.

He paused in bending to remove his boots when his friend came around the corner and stood up bare chested but still decent. "I am keeping surveillance of us. You don't have to worry about not hearing or seeing something," he assured before actually getting to unlacing his boots and pulling them off one by one. "Or would you like help with washing up?"

Steve heard enough this time, at least to fill in the blanks of what he didn't here. It was something he used to do often, mostly with strangers who didn't know (and who Steve didn't want to know about his ears' limitations). It didn't work one hundred percent of the time, but it was a useful enough trick normally. "Alright. I'm not worried...but thank you." He followed up those word with a smile, then shook his head. "No, I don't need help. I'm almost done." There weren't really all that many dishes or pots to wash, just one pot, two soup bowls, a ladle, two spoons and the plats and butter knives used for the bread and butter.

He paused for a moment to watch Bucky take off the heavy combat boots and returned to the kitchen to wash up as quickly as possible. At least he knows what Bucky wants to do afterwards. He couldn't bring himself to object either. It was always easy to relax in the pillow fort, as odd as it was for two grown men to have one in the first place. When he finished drying the last spoon, he headed towards the pillow fort, expecting Bucky to be there already.

He nodded his head as he finished removing his boots and set them neatly aside with the rest of his tactical gear. He would, of course, continually be vigilante where Steve was concerned, even as he removed his trousers and set them with the rest of his clothing, adhering to the policy of not wearing anything in the pillow fort. Steve had said so, and he was very pleased by that.

He hid a knife and his handgun under one of the supporting cushions, since he wasn't about to go in there unprotected. He knew that Steve would join him when finished or call for his help if it was required, so he settled into the space that brought him so much peace and rested his head on one of the pillows that had migrated from the bed to this area where he spent most of his sleeping time. It was much too early to sleep, but there was something so protective about this place. With Steve so much smaller, he wondered if being here would bring back some memories for him.

Steve would not understand how his words were actually understood by Bucky until he peered into the cushion fort for Bucky and found him wearing nothing, not even underwear. He opened his mouth to object, then sighed in resignation instead before crawling in next to Bucky himself. He doesn't quite understand Bucky's liking for being naked but he tells himself Bucky's preferences in being clothed or not clothed was just that, his preferences. And his own body's reactions with Bucky's nakedness were his own issues.

After getting in, Steve wiggles around on the blanket on the ground until he was comfortable on his side. Bucky preferred to sleep in here so that was where he slept too usually, plastered close to each other due to both preference and the fact that there wasn't as much space in here as there was in the bed. The blanket fort hasn't changed from when he last went in which was only a day or two ago, but it seemed different now that he was smaller again. "Alright?" he asked, meeting Bucky's eyes with a smile.

He raised an eyebrow when Steve seemed about to object to him being in the fort already, but he was pleased when his friend thought better of it. He was here and comfortable and while he had no plans to sleep, this was as safe a place as any in the apartment and still his favourite. He patted the spot invitingly where Steve normally takes up space, but it looked quite different when he friend slipped inside.

Steve really was a waif of a thing.

There was plenty of room where there wasn't usually, and he grabbed the spare blanket from just on the outside and dragged it in to throw over Steve in particular before he was slipping under and nestle down next to his small friend. "Yes, this is good. Are you comfortable? You can lay on me if it's not?"

"I'm fine. I'm comfortable. Seems cozier than before." More than fine really and he actually doesn't need the spare blanket over him right now, the apartment itself was warm enough. That was another thing he liked about modern day home improvements; central temperature control, that could even control humidity or filter out dust and other allergens. The last was especially important right now with his lungs working the way they did, over sensitive to almost everything. "And you don't really want me laying on you; I might be lighter now but I'm all skin and bones right now which will dig into you uncomfortably."

This was said in a matter-of-fact voice. There was no need for shame or modesty here; Bucky knows exactly what he looks like right now. He knows himself, both the post-serum and pre-serum.

"Why would it be cozier than before if it hasn't changed at all?" Perhaps it was more comfortable because they weren't wedged in against one another and there was room for two grown men to stretch out completely. He still had the blanket over them both despite the satisfactory room temperature and the fact that he so rarely experienced cold that bothered him. "Are you sure that's the reason you don't want to lay on me? If anything, it would benefit you if you're so bony and you'd be far more comfortable, wouldn't you say?"

He always had an appreciation for Steve in both forms, though this one definitely came with pleasant waves of nostalgia. It would never stop being familiar to him he suspected. "Besides, you probably aren't tired, so we could do something else until we are."

Steve's nose wrinkled as he tried to explain his thoughts. "It's...just a feeling? Not really rational I know but that's how I feel. Maybe it's because I'm smaller...." He was smaller now but still full grown and not exactly as small as he was when he was a child huddling in a cushion fort with his best friend in a rickety old apartment. The cushions and blankets they were using now were of far better quality then their families could afford back then. He also wasn't sure why Bucky was fixated on Steve lying on Bucky; they weren't quite cuddling yet despite their closeness. "I was trying to look out for you, but fine, I'll climb on top but no complaints if my elbows or knees dig into you someplace uncomfortable."

He shifted gingerly towards Bucky, uncomfortably aware that Bucky was entirely naked. At least he still has all his own clothes on, small comfort that was. "You're right...I'm not tired enough to sleep yet. So what do you suggest we do?"

Steve did take up less space, but his friend was completely the same otherwise. Perhaps Steve just felt this way because doing so with this body was bringing back memories of when they had done it back before the cold and the war? He remembered distinctly Steve speaking that they had done this often when they had lived in Brooklyn. He wished he remembered that as well, but those were still missing for the most part, though he had vague impressions here and there when he wasn't trying too hard to think of something. "I think I can handle bony elbows and knees," he said with perhaps more enthusiasm than he should as he settled on his back and folded his hands behind his head as he had seen Clint do when trying to look casual.

He never knew what to suggest when the offer to do something was left up to him. The usual assortment of activities that he did were not fitting for a pillow fort like cleaning guns, sharpening knives and wiping down his gear. "Let's um... watch a movie." They had positioned the couch to be able to do that, though still at an awkward angle. "You pick it since I don't know any."

They had certainly played and slept often enough together in pillow forts when they were children. There were less cuddling involved back then, more sleeping side to side, or play involving children's toys scattered here and there. Those were happy memories that he hoped Bucky would eventually regain. Steve shot Bucky a look one that said 'you're not fooling anyone here.' That pose had looked ridiculous on Clint (and often earned Clint a swat from Natasha) and looked similarly ludicrous on Bucky.

"A movie it is...I don't have as much choices here compared to the Tower but there's still a few." If it was back at the Tower he could have asked JARVIS to start showing the movie on the (rarely used) TV in the room but as it is he has to reluctantly leave the cozy nest of the cushion fort to put the movie on himself at the entertainment system. He didn't think too much about his choice, simply grabbing one of the older ones from the fifties that people have recommended to him as a much-watch before crawling back in again, this time moving directly to to lie on Bucky, pausing to pull up his boxers which threatened to fall down completely.

He blinked his eyes a few times as if to silently ask what he had done to earn such suspicion when he was only acting in their best interests. He didn't want his friend to be uncomfortable at all, and he also wanted Steve to lay on him. It didn't seem like a problem in his mind, though he supposed that his nudity would alter Steve's perception of his innocence on the matter. He really did mean no harm. He also didn't move his arms from the rather silly pose he was doing in order to 'convince' Steve that it was all relaxed and in good fun.

He watched Steve go, waiting for those oversized boxers to hit the floor at any moment when Steve is unaware or too busy to fix them. He kept the same pose and welcomed his friend back inside the fort that they shared before humming in pleasure when Steve crawled on top of him. There were that many bones poking him. He rested his head on his metal arm and used the warm flesh one to curl around Steve's waist even as his head tipped so that he could see the television screen. It as upside down for him, but there was something about this movie that attracted his attention more than the usual ones.

"You need to stop copying Clint's poses; they looked silly when he did them and doesn't really make you look any better." He told Bucky as he settled himself against Bucky's warm chest. Despite his warnings to Bucky about not complaining when he accidentally jabbed his friend somewhere tender with his elbows and knees he did try to keep them to himself even as he squirmed against Bucky to find a comfortable spot, the oversized boxers slipping down a bit as he did so, though not enough for him bother reaching down to fix.

Bucky felt really warm, though he thought it might because his current body always did have trouble keeping heat in. It was why he always felt extra cold in winter, or got sick so often. He frowned when he noticed the way Bucky had to crane his head in order to watch the tv. "I should get down from you...you can't watch comfortably like this."

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"I always look good unless I don't bathe," he replied, mostly because Tony had told him that before after giving him his new repaired arm. His arm waited until Steve was settled and then slipped across his friend's waist, noting that the boxers were not where they should be, and the press of skin-to-skin had his interest as much as the movie itself. It was made better whenever Steve decided to squirm a bit, sliding that teasing amount of skin against his own, and it was hard to focus on anything but that from time to time.

He rearranged the blanket over them both to so that the heat stayed with them and his fingers could stroke at the skin at the top of Steve's slipped boxers. He hummed softly at the concern for him when watching the show. "No, I want you just like this. I'm perfectly comfortable," he said, his arm tightening around Steve's lithe waist.

Steve bit back a laugh at the line. It was half Bucky, from a time when he'd go out and be ridiculously charming at the dames and enjoy himself during dates and he thought he recognized where the other half came from. There was only one person who'd say something like that. (He was glad they were getting along better now, enough for Bucky to accept something like that from Tony.) He doesn't notice when Bucky's attention strayed from the movie they were watching; his gaze fixed on the tv screen that was mostly visible from the opening of the cushion fort.

"If you're sure." He said dubiously, even when Bucky reinforced his words with increased pressure from his arm around his waist. And when he felt fingers stroking his bare skin, he couldn't help but squirm again, even though the touch wasn't anything close to ticklish. The boxers in the meantime, slid down some more.

Despite being on mission he had bathed recently so there should be no complaint about his appearance. He had even washed his face and hands at Bruce's request before he had gone and seen Steve in the treatment ward so as not to risk getting his friend sick. He was pleased to see that his comment had struck the right effect with Steve all the same, his expression softening even if he hadn't worked out a complete laugh from his friend; the amusement was enough for him.

He shivered at the squirming, and he felt a strange warmth in his belly that he was only slightly used to happening to him. There was also more skin available to him as Steve's oversized boxers continued their gradual descent towards Steve's knees. "You should take those boxers off. They are bunching. Don't you find them uncomfortable?" And he was feeling flushed and warm, though no obvious reaction was happening just yet.

He generally has no complaints about Bucky's state of cleanliness. There was that one time Bucky tracked blood in all over the apartment and into bed but that had been under extenuating circumstances that Steve never wanted to see repeat ever again and so far it hasn't. However Steve could always pick up the slightest trace of gunpowder and metal from Bucky's skin, pre-serum body or no (the smell was just more intense in his bigger body). Pressed close as they were right now, those smells filled his nose, along with the lingering scent leather. It was a familiar smell, almost relaxing.

Bucky was right, the boxers were bunching uncomfortably. And he was tired of pulling them up again and again. Still, he hesitated over pulling them off entirely. It seemed like he was asking for trouble, for both their pants to be removed while they were pressed close together like this. "I suppose..." He said reluctantly as he tugged off the boxes and tossed them into a corner for later. Steve told himself that they were both adults and this wasn't like the showers. They were going to watch the movie and relax.

If there was one thing he was excellent about perceiving, it was hesitation. He always had been that way because it was essential to be faster and stronger than a target, and he had to use that to his advantage. He knew better than to push Steve to be comfortable, especially when doing so would leave them both very close to nudity together. While he knew why Steve avoided it, it was difficult for him to entirely understand why feeling good was such a bad thing sometimes.

He waited and watched until his friend finally agreed and slipped the offending material off. He curled his flesh arm around Steve's waist again and was pleased with the warmth that radiated from Steve's skin, less than the larger body but still present. His own body was making up for Steve's lack of heat by producing more himself. "Better already," he said as the corner of his lip curled in a small smile before he allowed his attention to return to the television.

It wasn't that be objected to feeling good and sex definitely felt good if done right. It wasn't that he didn't want it. Despite the 'love-em-and-leave-em' and the 'not-my--problem' attitude many people have in this modern world have towards sex it simply wasn't Steve's way, not to mention he knows there are always consequences and after-effects even if they didn't acknowledge them. Steve was rather afraid that Bucky doesn't understand the consequences and he was at a loss to explain it. It wasn't like he could ask someone else to explain either; Sam already looks him him oddly when it comes to him and Bucky and he shies away from the idea of asking Natasha. The rest of the Avengers doesn't seem right either.

He hum an agreement in response to Bucky's comment, not catching the small smile on Bucky's face as his attention was on the movie. There wasn't anything irritating his skin now that the offending boxers were off, Bucky plus the blanket radiating enough heat to be comfortably warm, toasty even, and none of his body's many medical issues were bothering him right now. "We used to watch something like this in the theatres years and years ago." He murmured almost dreamily.

He was warm and comfortable where he was, uncaring of the press of bare skin on bare skin between them. The blanket hid their relative nudity, and his arm was safe and secure around Steve. There was no sign of danger, no sign of discomfort, and he was all too pleased by that. As far as he was concerned, there were no consequences to being close to Steve save that his friend seemed to get cold feet when they were together and on the verge of feeling good.

"Did we? I haven't been inside a theater in a long time," he said, mostly because he had no memory of being in one. His fingers stroked the small of Steve's back as they companionably watched the film, at ease and warmer than he liked but too comfortable to change it.

"Me either. I don't really go nowadays...there's so many old films to watch I don't really bother keeping up with the new ones. The last movie we watched was The Wizard of Oz. It's considered a classic nowadays." Steve replied, rubbing his cheek idly along the the edge of Bucky's shoulder. "We tried to make a group outing of it once...it didn't end so well." We being the Avengers and that incident fuelled the gossip rags for weeks. "They used to play cartoons and a newsreel before every movie...not any more. Sadly, idiots disturbing other people during movies remained the same." It as a small thing but he missed the cartoons and the newsreel (though he knows he can get those separately elsewhere). He does not miss the idiots.

He squirmed again as he felt fingers stroking back and forth on his back. His back has always been sensitive, especially where the spine went a bit crooked. He shifted a bit, trying to get the fingers to that exact spot, where a bit of firm pressure and some rubbing would really make him melt.

"I don't understand the references," he said, frowning a little. It was okay with Steve though and these old movies because he actually caught most of it. "Isn't that one in colour?" They were watching one in black and white, and it was far more familiar than anything that they happened to watch in colour, though most of the technology that he was used to using displayed in colour all the same. Those were different in his mind. "Do you still punch me people in back alleys when they disturb movies?"

He blinked in surprise when Steve started to squirm on him, and he felt his skin warm and a stirring between his thighs in response. Yet, his hand moved obediently to the spot that he instinctively knew that Steve liked, stroking and kneading with his fingers as his eyes fixed on the film but without seeing. He was feeling... good and warm.]

"Old ones like these are all right...but a lot of the new ones I'm completely lost too. It is getting better though." Steve had chosen this one because it was one of the older ones that neither of them had seen before, in the hopes some of it would be more familiar than not. "Yeah. One of the first ones in colour. It was a big deal back then." Steve gave a light snort in reply to Bucky's question before adding a verbal reply in a fond tone. "It figured you'd remember that out of everything else."

Steve made a contented noise as that exact spot was stroked and kneaded by familiar strong fingers and arched his back slightly into the touch, eyes sliding half-closed as he did so, though half his attention was still on the movie. He used to spend time rubbing that spot himself but it always was better when someone else did it for him. At the same time, he didn't realize that his buttocks had slid down to rest right above Bucky's groin.

He wasn't even able to get through watching television aside from the news. Aside from it being mostly either politics or violence, that hadn't changed much in the way of references. Everything else he had trouble coping unless it was largely military or war movies, in which cause he found himself scoffing over inaccuracies. "You are catching on faster than I am," he said drearily. He couldn't be bothered to watch much outside of with Steve. "I can imagine. People now a days fail to appreciate things."

He sighed in return to Steve's obvious pleasure at having that particular spot massaged. Instinctively he knew how to rub and stroke the area just the way that Steve liked it, but the shifting of Steve's body was starting to make him feel very pleasant and warm, and he finally released a soft groan of pleasure as his enjoyment made itself obvious against Steve's backside.

Movies were alright; each of his friends have their tastes and preferences and from them he has a wide variety of choice and suggestions. Steve wasn't really fond of television as a whole however, especially reality shows which both baffles and angers him with the way people are portrayed. "I kind of have to...Captain America can't stay mired in the past forever." Steve huffed as sigh before continuing. "People grew up with it so they take it for granted. And it's still improving. They're talking about shows that will be projected around you instead of just flat on a screen these days. 3D they call it."

Steve didn't think Bucky remembered but Bucky used to do this for him when his back ached so badly he couldn't hide it any more. Even then he didn't often let Bucky do this for him, not wanting to both his friend for something this trivial. It figured that Bucky still remembered how to do this, even if the actual memory of it wasn't there. It was only the feeling of firm flesh pressed against his ass and the sound of Bucky's pleasure that brought him out of his pleasurable haze and he froze in place, not sure what to do next. Getting off of his friend would be the wisest thing to do (but it was so comfortable like this and it wasn't like he really objected in the first place) but would Bucky let him?

"I suppose that is true, but you are from the past," he replied with a bit of a shrug. They were both men out of time though, forced to live and endure in a technological age that had been far beyond their own. He had been trained well and was functional with many things, but as a whole, he lived very simply. "So we will be interacting with movies themselves? I was told of such technology during training, but it was still in trial phase."

He decided that he liked doing this as much as he enjoyed the pillow fort and watching old movies with Steve. His fingers just kept moving even after Steve stiffened against him, and he only hummed and shifted his legs up so that Steve's were between his knees. "Relax, Stevie," he murmured."

[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

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