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…he rubs Bucky’s head, and Bucky presses closer, and they breathe together for a minute, just take a fucking minute.
…a weird predilection for being either topless or completely naked as often as possible seems to be some kind of universal J.B. Barnes thing – and Sam is honestly not prepared for this kind of porn in his kitchen at eight o'clock in the damn AM.
Steve extricates himself, and presses a little kiss to Sweetpea’s cheek. “You’re gonna be ok,” he says. “I promise. I swear you will.”
You know, just a friendly hand job between a coupla pals.
James Buchanan Bai!
“Why do you all have metal arms?” Bai suddenly asks.
Buck and James exchange glances.
“Pal, you really don't want to know,” James tells him.
“Yeah, it's more fun to find out for yourself,” Buck says.
Sweetpea puts his hands to Steve's cheeks, sweeps his thumbs delicately over the place where his eyes were. "Blue."
"Yeah," Steve says. "Yeah, Sweetpea. They were blue."
“Well,” Stella says. “I think that Sam's a nice name.”
Sam gapes. “Wait, what?”
“Samuel Joseph Barnes,” Stella says firmly. “Would you like to hold him?”
Sam would.
Frank strokes his hair. “Yeah, Buck?”
“If you die again I'll fucking kill you.”
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