[ the thing about the void — about any shadow, really — is that it seems endless. even thinking on the memories that slip to and from his fingertips, he gets the awful sense of having skimmed the surface of something that goes on forever. as though the shadow is the precursor, the warning before the beast rears up behind you. a leviathan rising from the deep, its scale impossible to comprehend.
and bigger still, in your imaginings.
bucky’s message finds him the same way. those first words are as frightful as that initial glimpse of ink-dark danger. claws, in place of fingers, elongated by the light. moving with you, as you crack the door open further. i already know, a foregone conclusion that differs so starkly from what’s been said to him, of late, that he has to blink the bewilderment from his eyes. you won’t hurt me. you’ll shut it down. you would find a way.
bob responds the next evening, a full twenty-four hours later. he thinks about the message ceaselessly and bucky, as an extension of it. bucky, who won’t hit him in the training room, even though he can’t be harmed. bucky, who offered himself to stephen and tony as penance for what real monsters forced him to do. bucky, who surely wouldn’t risk bob in service of punishment. who would do anything for him, even give up the love he’s found here.
he’ll use you like a shard of glass. armand’s voice or the void’s, he doesn’t know. he wouldn’t, in feeble answer. bucky's warning is a more solid counterweight than his own thoughts, which he trusts less by the day. you're hurting yourself. maybe that's the problem. ]
[If he's completely honest, the wait had been killing him. Sure, he meant it when he said he wanted Bob to take his time. And really, he was expecting it to take a lot longer to hear anything back. Even just a confirmation like the one sent. So seeing Bob's name flash up on his screen? Yeah, it's a relief. He hasn't screwed things up completely. (Yet.)]
maybe that was part of the plan i kinda like knowing you're wearing it
[Easier to take the easy route out than to risk making Bob feel like he's pushing for an answer already.]
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and bigger still, in your imaginings.
bucky’s message finds him the same way. those first words are as frightful as that initial glimpse of ink-dark danger. claws, in place of fingers, elongated by the light. moving with you, as you crack the door open further. i already know, a foregone conclusion that differs so starkly from what’s been said to him, of late, that he has to blink the bewilderment from his eyes. you won’t hurt me. you’ll shut it down. you would find a way.
bob responds the next evening, a full twenty-four hours later. he thinks about the message ceaselessly and bucky, as an extension of it. bucky, who won’t hit him in the training room, even though he can’t be harmed. bucky, who offered himself to stephen and tony as penance for what real monsters forced him to do. bucky, who surely wouldn’t risk bob in service of punishment. who would do anything for him, even give up the love he’s found here.
he’ll use you like a shard of glass. armand’s voice or the void’s, he doesn’t know. he wouldn’t, in feeble answer. bucky's warning is a more solid counterweight than his own thoughts, which he trusts less by the day. you're hurting yourself. maybe that's the problem. ]
i’ll think about it
and i’m keeping your jacket
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maybe that was part of the plan
i kinda like knowing you're wearing it
[Easier to take the easy route out than to risk making Bob feel like he's pushing for an answer already.]
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yeah?
[ Very Interesting ]
think people will know it’s yours
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doubt they'd figure out it's mine though
[Bob's the one with the huge fanbase here, afterall.]
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we’ll see if i can pull it off
[ a beat. ]
thanks, anyway
[ not just for the jacket. ]