[His chest swells in that way that feels a little like it might burst, the silent heave of a soundless sob wracking over his body as Steve's arms circle around him tightly. So tight and warm and, God, how is he supposed to live with this much emotion in him, with no good way to get it out? Words fail him too often, and his actions never feel like enough. Nothing he could ever do, no words he could spout, could ever make him really know that Steve knew how much of him was his and his alone.
Steve held his heart in his hands, and he's never had to think twice about letting it stay there; he knows beyond any doubt, any inkling of uncertainty or doubt, that he would never hurt him.
He's quiet as Steve speaks, soft murmurs in his ear after the he's done telling him how proud he is of him. How amazing he is. And, God, that makes the warm buzzing under his skin seem to light up, warmth spreading across him.
His ear is pressed against chest, listening to the soft one-two, one-two beat of Steve's heart. Steady and strong, a far cry of the scrawny kid picking fights he couldn't win in alleyways.
Slowly, the silent, heaving sobs gently ebb away as lips brush lightly against his neck. Bucky feels himself sinking further and further into the wall of a man in front of him. No words have found him, and he doesn't much want to move, so he just stays like that until Steve wants to shift or move or pull back and look at him. ]
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[His chest swells in that way that feels a little like it might burst, the silent heave of a soundless sob wracking over his body as Steve's arms circle around him tightly. So tight and warm and, God, how is he supposed to live with this much emotion in him, with no good way to get it out? Words fail him too often, and his actions never feel like enough. Nothing he could ever do, no words he could spout, could ever make him really know that Steve knew how much of him was his and his alone.
Steve held his heart in his hands, and he's never had to think twice about letting it stay there; he knows beyond any doubt, any inkling of uncertainty or doubt, that he would never hurt him.
He's quiet as Steve speaks, soft murmurs in his ear after the he's done telling him how proud he is of him. How amazing he is. And, God, that makes the warm buzzing under his skin seem to light up, warmth spreading across him.
His ear is pressed against chest, listening to the soft one-two, one-two beat of Steve's heart. Steady and strong, a far cry of the scrawny kid picking fights he couldn't win in alleyways.
Slowly, the silent, heaving sobs gently ebb away as lips brush lightly against his neck. Bucky feels himself sinking further and further into the wall of a man in front of him. No words have found him, and he doesn't much want to move, so he just stays like that until Steve wants to shift or move or pull back and look at him. ]