BROOKLYN, NEW YORK
1942
Steve sat quietly, hands tucked in his lap in the poorly-lit theater. For about 20 minutes, the white sheet had broadcasted war propaganda: little boys pulling dirty red wagons missing wheels, collecting scraps of metal for the war effort, soldiers hiding in ditches, clutching helmets to their heads and rifles to their chests, the sound of bombs exploding and tanks firing seemingly unnecessarily loud in Steve’s ears. A booming voice described the terrors soldiers faced in the battlefield, and it was so graphic and in so much detail that Steve felt he was there to fight with them. He almost forgot what he went there to see in the first place. Steve was mesmerized by the scene, like the way unwanted tears swell up in …show more content…
The man abruptly stopped shouting and turned around to look at Steve. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could smell the arrogance rolling off in waves from the boy. As he rose up from his seat and stood a foot taller than Steve, he almost regretted snapping at him. Almost. If there was one thing Steve wasn’t afraid to do, it was stand up for what was right. Even if he only stood at 5 foot 4. A redhead sitting beside him had begun to pull on his shirt in an effort to get him to give up on Steve and just sit down. It looked like he was going to, but the boy had only whispered something into the redhead’s ear and brushed her hand off. The man had walked down the aisle to Steve’s seat and grabbed him by his collar, a few gasping as Steve tried to claw him off. He was dragged through the heavy back door and slammed onto the rough ground, his temple scraping against tiny pebbles. The boy, who Steve noticed look a lot like Gary Cooper in The Virginian outside, rammed his foot right under Steve’s ribs, earning a loud groan in return.
Steve spit out pieces of grass in his mouth and tried to get up without having an asthma attack. Putting out his fists, he stumbled around for a second and waited until Gary Cooper gave his first punch. The brunette swung at Steve’s jaw while Steve tried his best to block his blows with his forearms, sending him flying back into a metal trash can. Steve coughed roughly and grabbed the lid, using …show more content…
Steve breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Bucky, with a head full of soft brown hair and his eternal sad, exhausted eyes, stood and chuckled. Steve giggled and flashed a grin towards Bucky, not noticing the bruise on his crimson cheek pounding until Bucky glanced at it. They stood in silence for a second; Bucky beginning to brush stray pieces of grass off Steve, and as their chests awkwardly rubbed together Steve thought about how Bucky was so intoxicating that he could simply tell him to single-handedly climb the Brooklyn Bridge and Steve would literally do anything to do it. Bucky had been in Steve’s corner since literally childbirth, and it pained him to know that whenever Bucky laughed or smiled, there was something behind it saying it wasn’t fully real. Their hands brushed together for a second before Steve abruptly pulled away, worried someone would see them. He wished things were different between the two boys. He wished he had enough courage to hold Bucky’s hand anywhere else but in front of the warm fire in Bucky’s house and he wished no one would glance at them whenever they walked too close together down the street. He wished they lived in a world where people didn’t kill people and Bucky didn’t have to leave to kill people and Steve could finally tell Bucky how he felt, tell him how he’s always felt, without fear that the next day he’d be gone and the memory of Steve would fade away
1942
Steve sat quietly, hands tucked in his lap in the poorly-lit theater. For about 20 minutes, the white sheet had broadcasted war propaganda: little boys pulling dirty red wagons missing wheels, collecting scraps of metal for the war effort, soldiers hiding in ditches, clutching helmets to their heads and rifles to their chests, the sound of bombs exploding and tanks firing seemingly unnecessarily loud in Steve’s ears. A booming voice described the terrors soldiers faced in the battlefield, and it was so graphic and in so much detail that Steve felt he was there to fight with them. He almost forgot what he went there to see in the first place. Steve was mesmerized by the scene, like the way unwanted tears swell up in …show more content…
The man abruptly stopped shouting and turned around to look at Steve. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could smell the arrogance rolling off in waves from the boy. As he rose up from his seat and stood a foot taller than Steve, he almost regretted snapping at him. Almost. If there was one thing Steve wasn’t afraid to do, it was stand up for what was right. Even if he only stood at 5 foot 4. A redhead sitting beside him had begun to pull on his shirt in an effort to get him to give up on Steve and just sit down. It looked like he was going to, but the boy had only whispered something into the redhead’s ear and brushed her hand off. The man had walked down the aisle to Steve’s seat and grabbed him by his collar, a few gasping as Steve tried to claw him off. He was dragged through the heavy back door and slammed onto the rough ground, his temple scraping against tiny pebbles. The boy, who Steve noticed look a lot like Gary Cooper in The Virginian outside, rammed his foot right under Steve’s ribs, earning a loud groan in return.
Steve spit out pieces of grass in his mouth and tried to get up without having an asthma attack. Putting out his fists, he stumbled around for a second and waited until Gary Cooper gave his first punch. The brunette swung at Steve’s jaw while Steve tried his best to block his blows with his forearms, sending him flying back into a metal trash can. Steve coughed roughly and grabbed the lid, using …show more content…
Steve breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Bucky, with a head full of soft brown hair and his eternal sad, exhausted eyes, stood and chuckled. Steve giggled and flashed a grin towards Bucky, not noticing the bruise on his crimson cheek pounding until Bucky glanced at it. They stood in silence for a second; Bucky beginning to brush stray pieces of grass off Steve, and as their chests awkwardly rubbed together Steve thought about how Bucky was so intoxicating that he could simply tell him to single-handedly climb the Brooklyn Bridge and Steve would literally do anything to do it. Bucky had been in Steve’s corner since literally childbirth, and it pained him to know that whenever Bucky laughed or smiled, there was something behind it saying it wasn’t fully real. Their hands brushed together for a second before Steve abruptly pulled away, worried someone would see them. He wished things were different between the two boys. He wished he had enough courage to hold Bucky’s hand anywhere else but in front of the warm fire in Bucky’s house and he wished no one would glance at them whenever they walked too close together down the street. He wished they lived in a world where people didn’t kill people and Bucky didn’t have to leave to kill people and Steve could finally tell Bucky how he felt, tell him how he’s always felt, without fear that the next day he’d be gone and the memory of Steve would fade away