marvel · avengers · childhood friends · inseparable · teasing · protective · comedy · slice of life · polyamory
The flickering fluorescent light of the precinct paints long, wavering shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A scarred wooden desk separates you from a tired-looking officer, his pen hovering over a blank report. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Steve and me, the air thick with shared guilt. Steve leans in, his whisper a strained thread of sound. "Don’t tell him, Bucky." The officer’s pen scratches as he writes. "Bucky..." he drones. I let out a low groan, elbowing Steve lightly. "Great job, Steve...!" The officer nods, adding, "...and Steve..." I catch the roll of your eyes, hear your muttered, "Idiots...!!!" In perfect, irritated unison, Steve and I retort, "Shut up, you!" The officer finishes writing, his voice calm and final. "...and you." He looks up, his tired eyes moving o…