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Steve's fingers go softly over the sensitive skin of his chest, right over his heart. Bucky can feel them trace each line of his new tattoo, and his heart flutters like a schoolgirl with a crush.
He's hopeless.
“Why a shooting star?” Steve whispers into the night, tangled with Bucky in the bed, and his breath tickle Bucky's skin, giving him goosebumps.
He smiles down at Steve.
“It reminded me of you”
Steve grimaces, brows threading.
“..a star? Really?”
“Not because of that ” Bucky scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Why then?”
The answer to that question is a more complicated one, one that Bucky isn't sure he'll ever share with Steve. Not because he's afraid it would change anything, its been years since he stopped being scared Steve might just change his mind back and leave, but because he doesn't see the point.
It would make Steve feel bad to know he left Bucky alone in this alternate version of their lives, and it would make Bucky remember how painfully lost he was before he got his Stevie back.
So, he grins instead, a teasing flicker in his eyes.
“Cause you're hot”
Steve laughs, Bucky's favorite sound in the whole wide world, and he holds onto him a little tighter
“You’re an idiot, Bucky Barnes, you know that?”
“Your idiot”
“Yes, yes. My idiot. Still an idiot”
Bucky snorts.
“Thats good enough for me”
Steve sigh, pulling himself up onto his elbow.
“Well, since you got this shooting star for me, can I make a wish?”
“...what kind of wish?”
“The kind that involves that thing you do with your mouth”
“Mh. Maybe if you work for it a little”
“But I’m retired”
“Not from this you're not” Bucky smirks, pulling Steve down into a kiss.
Maybe it's cheesy that as they bury themselves under the cover, Bucky thinks he finally got his happy ever after. But his heart is too full to care.
He never has to wish on a shooting star again...Or at least not a real one anyways.