As he face the sun he cast no shadow.
Bucky was in the wind, his knotted hair whipping in it. The sun beat down on him.
As they took his soul they stole his pride.
The Winter Soldier was a ghost. But the man who was in front of Steve was not Winter. But he wasn't Bucky, either. He was a mix. The perfect mix.
As they took his soul they stole his pride. Bucky had told Steve vaguely what HYDRA did to him. They did, in a way, take his soul and his pride.
But Bucky got it back in the way of Steve. Bucky adored everything about Steve (whether either of them believed it or not is a good question).
As he face the sun he cast no shadow.
He didn't cast a shadow. But he was there, his eyes glimmering in the sun. He was beautiful. Damn, he was beautiful. And Steve would make sure he knew that.
Steve had an obsession with music. He loved almost all music. (Although he had quite a hate for most boy bands.)
Although many songs were about drugs, and obviously the only drugs Steve had ever taken were endless amounts of prescription medication (for his long list of pre-serum medical problems) and then the serum. However, Steve found music insightful and invigorating.
Bucky thought music was nice, too. But Steve was more into finding out about everything that had happened when he was gone than Bucky was. The Avengers' didn't pick on Bucky for his ignorance nearly as much as Steve. Maybe it's because they felt bad for all that HYDRA had done to him. They still called him things like "Drifty" not only because he spaced out thinking about nothing quite often, but also because of his horrible driving skills. Even Natasha couldn't teach him how to turn a corner the correct way.
Steve adored everything about Bucky. He especially loved the way Bucky smiled when he caught Steve staring at him. (Steve did that a lot now that he thought about it.) Steve wrote about Bucky, drew him, talked about him, and not to mention thought about him. Bucky was always on his mind. He really was incredibly grateful that Bucky was alive. Two arms or not, Bucky was whole in Steve's eyes.
After Bucky had in a way joined the Avengers, everybody accepted him and he quickly became a part of the "family". Even Natasha, with her dark past with him, became close to Buc"You look like an excited dog." Steve laughed as Bucky was sticking his head out of the car window. Bucky laughed and brought himself back into the car. "Sorry. The wind feels really nice in my hair."Steve laughed again. Bucky grinned at him. He was truly happy. Steve hugged Bucky. They could both hear the rest of the Avengers make comments about their hug, but neither of them cared. They loved each other. Whether that was as friends or in a different way didn't matter to them.
Once they were back at the tower, Bucky curled up on the couch on Steve and Bucky's section of the tower. He fell asleep. About an hour later, Steve tiptoed in, trying not to wake up his friend. He failed. Bucky stretched in the afternoon sunlight like a cat, his metal hand waving hello to Steve."Sorry, Buck. I didn't mean to wake you from your nap." Bucky smiled. "It's ok. I have to get off my lazy ass anyway." Steve smiled and took out a notebook from the drawer in the coffee table. He sat down on an armchair opposite of Bucky and began doing something on the paper. He looked up at Bucky occasionally, who was curled up on the couch, eyes closed, with a content smile on his face.
When Steve finished drawing Bucky, he smiled. He captured Bucky's smirk perfectly. Steve gently curled up next to him and they napped together.