Steve's Diary

August 1, 1938

Dear Diary,

Tropical storm weather isn't usually common in August... at least not this early in a place like New York City. Sure, it'll rain from time to time, but apparently it's supposed to get really bad later on in the week. Ugh, I really hope not. I don't want Bucky to see me like that. And by like that, I mean like a petrified little baby.

Dear God, let the sun shine.

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I wake up and take a look at the clock because I don't believe my eyes. It's dark out, as if it was 7 o'clock at night mid-December. Instead, it's about 8:20am.... early August.

I pull the blinds out of the way and see nothing but darkness enveloping the city. The sky is grey, the streetlights are dim and yellow, there aren't many cars on the streets, and despite there fact that it has yet to rain to my knowledge, it looks as though it had been raining all night.

I shuddered where I stood, wanting to get back in bed on this cold and dreary Monday morning. I rubbed my arms in an attempt to get warm, as I had fallen asleep shirtless. I watched little droplets begin to hit the window and saw the pane shake in its wooden sill as the wind beat roughly against it.

Then, warmth suddenly spread across my arm and the chills on my bare skin were pushed away as a pair of hands gently touched me. I felt a smile creep it's way onto my face as Bucky's warm body pushed up against me from behind.

"Good morning, sunshine boy," he whispered delicately into my ear.

Sunshine boy, huh? That... that's me. Though, I haven't heard those words in forever. I liked the way it sounded on his lips. Mom used to call me sunshine boy and if she's not here to say it, I'm glad he can, at the very least.

I grab onto his hands on my chest and lower abdomen and we sway back and forth in front of the window. I feel him and the warmth of his bare chest from behind me... why isn't he wearing a shirt? And, it feels like he's not in blue jeans. He's always in blue jeans when he's not working.

"What're you wearing?" I ask softly.

"What's it to ya?" I can practically hear the smile on his face.

I pull the blinds shut and let near-darkness fill the room as I spin around to face him. He was smiling and he's still in his pajamas.

"Who knew Bucky Barnes could be lazy," I taunted him, slinging my arms up on his shoulders and around his neck.

"Hey now, you just got outta bed. I've been up for a few hours already."

"But you're still in your pajamas, mister," I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Okay so I didn't feel like adult-ing today, no biggie," he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling us closer together.

"No biggie," I repeated, lost in the moment. Those blue eyes, so brilliant and bright... like a beacon, calling out to me. The only thing shining through the dark, dreadfulness of today.

He raised an eyebrow at me. Damn it, did I just say that out loud?

"You're so... everything. So beautiful and just- amazing."

Aaaaaaaand that's when I started smiling like a complete idiot.

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Okay okay okay. No thunder, no problem.

If this storm gets any worse though, expect to see me cowering under a blanket with tears in my eyes. No joke.

~ S. R.