Weergaven De hellingsgraad van de tribunes werd verlaagd, de circulatieruimte van en naar de zitplaatsen werd verbeterd en aan de buitenzijde werden nieuwe en grotere noodtrappen geplaatst.
Silence used to be peaceful for Bucky. These days it makes him feel like he's waiting for something, like he's listening for the warning sounds of predators approaching.
Now silence means he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. He lives in a beautiful apartment with his husband-to-be and tells himself that everything is just fine. He doesn't sleep, he's scared of putting a foot wrong in case Brock snaps again, and he's desperately lonely, but he has everything he ever wants and that should be enough.
It's not like he can complain about being taken care of, even if parts of it aren't exactly his choice. Running into his childhood friend literally just might change everything.
The problem is, Bucky's been stuck in his cage for so long that he's not sure he can leave it on his own. Mornings are usually quiet in their apartment. Bucky never sleeps well and he's normally up before his boyfriend, sitting curled up in the bay window while he drinks coffee, smokes a cigarette, and tries to wake up.
He sleepily watches the traffic on the street below and makes up stories about people in the cars, about where they're going and what they're doing with their freedom. About how they can see anyone they want and change their mind on a dime if they choose.
He snaps out of his reverie when he hears Brock coming out of the bathroom, looking gorgeous and scruffy from sleep in the way that still makes Bucky's heart jump even after all their time together. The appearance of his boyfriend makes his stomach flip in a treacherous, less pleasant way too, hand tightening unconsciously around his coffee cup until his knuckles are as pale as porcelain, because the next few minutes will determine how the rest of the day pans out.
If Brock wakes up in a bad mood then Bucky might as well kiss a calm day goodbye.
He chews his nails nervously and lights another cigarette as his boyfriend shuffles into the kitchen, ignoring Bucky in favour of finding caffeine and a painkiller for his hangover.
There was a time when Bucky would follow him, wrap his arms around Brock's waist and hook his chin over his shoulder to breathe him in while he's still blood-warm from the bed.
It still happens sometimes, but only once he's confirmed that Brock isn't mad at him for something he did in a dream. Or mad at the coffee for being too weak, or the kitchen for being too bright, or… Bucky snaps out of his head again when Brock comes into the living room, greeting his grumpy-looking boyfriend with a sunny smile.
His mind wanders more and more lately, drifting into fantasy at inopportune moments when he really should be paying attention.
Anticipation is key, and he can't predict moods when he's got his head in the clouds. Drifting might make things easier in the long term, but in the short term it means he's less likely to notice when he needs to move before something moves him.
He doesn't flinch when he blinks and Brock is suddenly in front of him with all his lean muscle and tightly-coiled strength, Bucky knows better by now. He's pleasantly surprised when Brock leans down to kiss him softly, his whole body flooding with relief.
Bucky almost feels shaky when Brock pulls back, now the anxious adrenaline that had been building up in his veins has nowhere to go because Brock is smiling at him. He cups Bucky's face gently and rubs a thumb over his stubbly cheekbone in a rare gesture of tenderness.
It's so warm there, with the morning sunshine on their backs and Brock's arms closed firmly around him to hold him through the dissolving anxiety, that Bucky almost wants to go back to sleep right this minute.
The heartbeat against his ear, the sound of Brock breathing and the quiet whisper of his fingers running over Bucky's arm, it's all so much calmer than the threatening silence had been. Bucky feels stupid for getting pent up and nervous in the first place.
Brock presses kisses to his messy hair and drinks his coffee without seeming bothered that Bucky's practically purring into his shirt.
At times like this, Bucky feels like a total idiot for thinking that anything could go wrong this morning at all.
Feeling stupid is familiar, lately."My favorite tiny people," Bucky cooed at the pair, reaching a hand in Darcy's hair and Steve's. He pushed them together, making kissy, smooching noises. "So cute." "Seriously, STOP," Steve nearly shouted, that gravely, bossy voice of his making Bucky stop cold.
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Download-Theses Mercredi 10 juin Oh no. Scott knows, Bucky was his fave commando growing up #headcannon. Oh no. Scott knows, Bucky was his fave commando growing up #headcannon. It's a little harder to find the beauty in things these days, just like he can't enjoy the silence like he used to.
But Bucky just has to try harder, that's all. The pharmacy is always crowded on a Tuesday.
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