#thread:justdesserts

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Just Desserts || Closed

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Busy felt like an understatement. He’d been working non-stop since his last visit to the hospital. He could tell himself that he was just trying to distract himself but was that really it? Bucky’s work wasn’t low-key. It was highly intensive, and the more hours he worked, the more he could feel how much slower he was going and how much longer it took him to recover. Things weren’t getting better, he already knew that, but he just wasn’t willing to accept that, right? Or was that what he was doing now? Accepting that he was dying and just letting himself die.

The soldier sighed as he tried to push all these thoughts and questions out of his mind. This was just another regular day where he wasn’t slowly being killed by his failing heart. He was fine. He was going to be fine, and he had just been busy recently. He repeated this to himself a couple times like it was some sort of script he was living his life by because it was. To everyone else, he was just Bucky, the Winter Soldier, part-time superhero, full-time spy. He wasn’t dying because no one knew he was, least of all Steve. 

Bucky parked his bike outside of the restaurant, sitting for a moment before his dismounted and headed inside. He was meeting Steve for lunch; a lunch he had been avoiding for a couple of weeks now, but he’d pushed it off too many times to say no anymore. Once inside, he could already see Steve sitting at their usual booth. 

He hated this. It was like arriving late to lunch with your dad after you lied to him about having left the house way earlier than you actually did, but instead of lying about something as small as that, he was lying about something much bigger. 

“Hey, Steve. Sorry I’m late,” he said, sliding into the booth across from him.