Steve was positively fuming. Bucky had been a right tease all night, if not all day.
He would constantly give Steve meaningful looks or wink at him while eating phallic shaped food. It was not one of Steves proudest moments, but he has to admit that he really had been jealous of that banana. He could barley concentrate on his job, Bucky always close, always pushing past him and grabbing his bum in the process "by accident".
So no one could blame the blonde super soldier when he dragged his boyfriend back into his room on the army base they were currently on, as soon as they finished.
It's all hot, wet lips and hands that roam over the others body, never touching enough, never being close enough.
"Just get on the bed already", growls Steve whilst freeing Bucky of his shirt.
He knows something is up the second he feels Buckys lips curl into a smirk beneath his but has no time to react before the shorter one whispers "Sure Captain, oh Captain".
For a moment, Steve just stands there in the door in completely baffled silence, his short undone, his hair completely ruffled by Buckys hands and lips swollen from the kissing.
Then he starts to laugh Buckys favourite laugh, the one where his whole face just lights up with joy and his eyes gets reduced to happy slits. It's a laugh that's completely reserved for Bucky and no one else.
"I can't believe you just quoted Walt Whitman on me when I was about to get into your pants", Steve lets out between two fits of near hysterical laughter. "Abraham Lincoln is probably turning in his grave right now."
Bucks smirk just deepens as he shrugs and says "Well I know that I would be thrilled if I knew that someone was quoting poetry about my assassination during sex. It's as good as any other way to be remembered if you ask me."
What was meant as a light, fun comment had not the desired effect, on the contrary, it made Steve stop abruptly, his laugh halting to a quick end.
"Don't say things like that", he pleads. The thing is, Steve is not an idiot. Of course he knows how dangerous their job is, especially for someone like Bucky, without the super fast healing process he himself has thanks to the serum.
But he also knows that Bucky would never agree to stay only on the sidelines,even if that meant that he would save himself.
So Steve has no choice but to try his best and protect Bucky as good as he can in each fight they face and to hope with all his heart that they both will return from the battle.
He already thought he lost Bucky once when he was captured by Hydra and he never ever wants to live through this pain again.
So he just whispers "Don't ever joke about your own death, never Bucky, do you understand me?"
After this, the mood had changed, so instead of a night full of hot, dirty sex they both expected, it was a night full of soft touches and silent whispers.
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"Man you have to see this movie", Tony had said.
"It's a classic, a must see", he had said.
"You will like it", he had said.
This is how Steve found himself on a couch with Tony Stark next to him, over seventy years later, watching "Dead Poet Society", fighting against his tears and the mass of memorise washing over him as the students say goodbye to their teacher with a quote so well known to Steve.
As one child after the other joins the "Oh Captain, my Captain" chorus, he loses both of his battles and excuses himself to the bathroom to give himself some time to regain his composure, leaving a very confused Tony Stark behind.