[Bucky lets out another breath, and slowly his fists unclench. There are bloody little half moon cuts in his palms, but he's either ignoring them or hasn't really noticed.]
Yeah, we did.
[The memories are all warm and fond, even though they hadn't had a lot, and even if things had been hard. Bucky had snuck them into Ebbets Field for Steve's birthday even though there was no way in hell they'd be able to afford tickets, and occasionally they'd snuck into movie theaters too, when they couldn't scrape together a couple cents to actually pay for stuff. (Steve's always been honest, if also a little shit.)
And then there had been fights, too, but Bucky had never minded cleaning Steve up after, or getting a bloody nose or a black eye on his behalf, either. This he doesn't mind sharing, even if he's probably not super sure how much of this - like the laughter and fierce protectiveness and deep devotion to this stubborn idiot he'd made friends with - Jean is getting.]
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Yeah, we did.
[The memories are all warm and fond, even though they hadn't had a lot, and even if things had been hard. Bucky had snuck them into Ebbets Field for Steve's birthday even though there was no way in hell they'd be able to afford tickets, and occasionally they'd snuck into movie theaters too, when they couldn't scrape together a couple cents to actually pay for stuff. (Steve's always been honest, if also a little shit.)
And then there had been fights, too, but Bucky had never minded cleaning Steve up after, or getting a bloody nose or a black eye on his behalf, either. This he doesn't mind sharing, even if he's probably not super sure how much of this - like the laughter and fierce protectiveness and deep devotion to this stubborn idiot he'd made friends with - Jean is getting.]