[ John stands back up and Bucky knows this is it. His nervousness is probably very apparent, but so are John's. So hey, they're both in this together. He should know what to expect, but somehow he doesn't expect everything that follows. ]
...
[His mouth just hangs open for a moment before he closes it.]
I never... well I. Never imagined you felt that way about me. Not like that.
[ oh NO. he did fuck up. look at him, he's just standing there staring at him, like he's a crazy person. like john is the weirdest motherfucker to ever live and maybe he is! oh god, he's just word vomited on THE bucky barnes.
worse than that he just confessed to bucky that he was hot. john flexes his hands at his side, the only sign of his internal meltdown. he's not really sure what bucky means by that but it's better than silence. ]
I know we have a fucked up history and I know that I, uh, went off the deep end but... I've always respected you, Bucky. Even when you, rightfully, didn't trust me with Steve's legacy. It, uh, wasn't hard to connect the other dots. [ whatever that means, john's quickly dissociating from himself. ]
[ He doesn't mean for it to come off that way, he's just- shocked. A little shocked. It's still extremely hard for him to accept compliments, and that was a whole lot of them all at once.
He's melting down a little too. But he reels it in, because John is starting to look like he thinks he misspoke, and Bucky doesn't want that. Not at all. ]
I didn't know you then. I didn't- I couldn't. I was grieving and everything felt fucked up. But I know you now- and I'm real glad that I do. I'm- uh. Really glad that you told me all'a that too.
[ bucky mentions grief and he steps forward almost instinctively. because he knows grief and he knows how it sits in his chest and even though this all in the past and they were different people john still wants to offer comfort.
he stops himself from moving further though. there is still an awkward tension between them and bucky is still talking and john should be listening. oh fuck, what did he say? wait, what? did he just-- ] You are? I mean, yeah, I know you are because of... [ john gestures vaguely, like everything they went through is somewhere between them. ] But... you are? You want to?
[ he's not really making a ton of sense because the words just... don't seem to be clicking but john is still excited by them. by the hope they're true and they have to be because bucky isn't like that.
john steps closer and he's tentative about the way he reaches for bucky. he doesn't know where to put his hands despite having done this before. but touch is how john speaks, it's how he knows not to fuck up. he places a hand on bucky's waist and the other at his neck; slow, purposeful and gentle, giving bucky time to move. ]
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[His mouth just hangs open for a moment before he closes it.]
I never... well I. Never imagined you felt that way about me. Not like that.
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worse than that he just confessed to bucky that he was hot. john flexes his hands at his side, the only sign of his internal meltdown. he's not really sure what bucky means by that but it's better than silence. ]
I know we have a fucked up history and I know that I, uh, went off the deep end but... I've always respected you, Bucky. Even when you, rightfully, didn't trust me with Steve's legacy. It, uh, wasn't hard to connect the other dots. [ whatever that means, john's quickly dissociating from himself. ]
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He's melting down a little too. But he reels it in, because John is starting to look like he thinks he misspoke, and Bucky doesn't want that. Not at all. ]
I didn't know you then. I didn't- I couldn't. I was grieving and everything felt fucked up. But I know you now- and I'm real glad that I do. I'm- uh. Really glad that you told me all'a that too.
So. Do you wanna go out? On a date?
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he stops himself from moving further though. there is still an awkward tension between them and bucky is still talking and john should be listening. oh fuck, what did he say? wait, what? did he just-- ] You are? I mean, yeah, I know you are because of... [ john gestures vaguely, like everything they went through is somewhere between them. ] But... you are? You want to?
[ he's not really making a ton of sense because the words just... don't seem to be clicking but john is still excited by them. by the hope they're true and they have to be because bucky isn't like that.
john steps closer and he's tentative about the way he reaches for bucky. he doesn't know where to put his hands despite having done this before. but touch is how john speaks, it's how he knows not to fuck up. he places a hand on bucky's waist and the other at his neck; slow, purposeful and gentle, giving bucky time to move. ]
Yeah, I do.