( far be it from ash to interrupt important discovery — but this feels important too, in a way he can't define. bucky is little more to him than a splotch of color in the distance, a dog inquisitively checking the confines of his cages, until ash's vision reasons out what he's seeing, and then it's clear to him why he was drawn, despite the uncomfortable clenching in his stomach the further he is from the castle, to the outer perimeter. that is bucky, the dog in the dark, forcing himself forward. that is bucky and he is ash, and they are like two magnets of opposite polarity, come crashing together.
like that, he isn't surprised when he finally has an armful of bucky, the breath knocked loose from his chest from emotion, from the hard hit of bucky's thick head. it makes him laugh, a little, arms stuck at his sides with bucky's impressive strength, so all he can do is bend his chin down to press a kiss to the top of bucky's head. )
This is nice. Should I expect a punch next?
( he can't say he wouldn't deserve it. still, he knows bucky, and knows if he snaps his fingers, he'll be on his knees. small victories. )
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like that, he isn't surprised when he finally has an armful of bucky, the breath knocked loose from his chest from emotion, from the hard hit of bucky's thick head. it makes him laugh, a little, arms stuck at his sides with bucky's impressive strength, so all he can do is bend his chin down to press a kiss to the top of bucky's head. )
This is nice. Should I expect a punch next?
( he can't say he wouldn't deserve it. still, he knows bucky, and knows if he snaps his fingers, he'll be on his knees. small victories. )