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    Bucky heaves an irritated sigh. “I said,” he says loudly, “that I wasn’t fondling Wilson’s knives.”

    Steve learns to navigate a world where Bucky wants to touch and Steve wants to let him. Featuring: text messages from unhelpful Avengers, meddling best friends, lots of uncertainty, and Steve being so thirsty it's kind of sad.

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    He can’t breathe for a second. “I told you,” he says, when the air finally moves through his lungs. “You got me. Always.”

    Bucky opens his eyes, pupils dark against fever-bright blue. “No,” he says, desperate. “You don’t get it. Steve, I look at you and it’s nothing we’ve ever—” He cuts off, something like fear shadowing his face. “I want you the way I shouldn’t,” he confesses. Steve’s fingers curl in the material of Bucky’s shirt, still hot over the plane of his chest.

    “I wanna crawl inside you,” Bucky continues, on a whisper, a hiss. “I wanna take you apart.” He brings up his hand to cradle Steve’s, fingers light over the bandage that’s already peeling off. “I want to touch you because even when I was breaking you, I wanted to fix you. You’re the only thing my body didn’t forget, Steve. Not ever, not once, not really. And when I look at you now, all I can think is that there are things I still don’t know about you. How you taste. What you sound like when you—”

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