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“What’s your name?” Steve tries, his grip on Bucky’s throat loosening and even turning into a gentle stroke like Bucky needs to swallow something. And just like that, Bucky wants to tell him everything. To admit that despite his upbringing in the R-12, he speaks City just fine. That the drugs he’s just tongue fed a stranger in a club are stolen from Alexander Pierce’s private stash and Bucky has no idea what they are about to do. That he's always been trapped and the clock is rapidly ticking down.
It's a bad idea. To let this stranger into his world. But there’s just something about the way Steve’s eyes shine brighter than the ultraviolet LED strips lining the floor that makes Steve seem both other-worldly and solid. Bucky’s whole world narrows—throbs. The stranger—Steve—is just the kind of wholesome and wholesale danger Bucky lives for.
(Or: a NeonNoir AU in which Bucky is the irresponsible stepson of the head of The City's criminal underground and Steve is a bouncer at a strip club who really should have just thrown Bucky's albeit perfect ass to the curb, only he can't say no to a goddamn damsel in distress).