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[bespredel]

who: Yuri Plisetsky and Bucky Barnes (616)
what: Gotta tell dad about the wedding
when: Early June
where: Bucky's place
warnings: A lot of cursing? Possibly some sappy feelings shit.

[ Since announcing his engagement, Yuri hadn't forgotten his promise to make sure that Bucky was one of the first- if not the first informed about any other big upcoming milestones for the Altin-Plisetsky's future. So it only made sense that his was the first invitation to be delivered. It had to be, in Yuri's mind. James was one of the people he had become closest to since arriving in Riverview. Like Eddie, he was family. So much more than just another shmuck who he'd been hauled onto the moon with.

And... beyond the invitation, there was something else he wanted to ask the other about. Something that warranted an in person delivery of his invitation. So there he was, outside of Bucky's door on an afternoon that he could count on the other actually being home. Well, he hoped he would be anyway.

It was hot out, hot enough to warrant tank tops and shorts- yet even despite the warm weather Yuri was still dressed in a baggy hoodie, fanning himself with the other's gold-embossed matte black and glossy leopard print invitation. It was one of his lighter hoodies, at least- and oversized enough that it could have arguably been Otabek's. He was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, and a pair of dark blue acid wash jeans with rips and tears all through the fabric, patched underneath with black on grey leopard print. With his free hand, he rose a fist and started banging on the door. ]

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[anotheroldsoldier]

One of those what? I'm not allowed to want to give you a gift? [One that is not animal print towels. His smile only falls as the conversation continues, touches on things that are harder to discuss. He scrubs a hand through his hair, exhaling, trying to put into words the dark thoughts that linger at the edges of his consciousness. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Yuri, of course, but it seems he's already done that.

Not surprising, is it? There are times still he feels like poison in the lives of the people he cares for. When he finally speaks again, his voice is a little rough. Of course the kid has made a guess, but - it sounds like he's exaggerating, like he thinks the number can't be that high. Here goes nothing, he guesses.] It's more than a hundred. I fought on the front lines during the second world war. I was an assassin for the KGB. Then I chased after American terrorists. Who I am now is still the sum of who I've been over the decades. Maybe I should've been honest about that from the start.

[Because it feels deceptive, almost, to agree to give Yuri away at his wedding without the kid knowing just who would be walking him down the aisle.] Believe me, it isn't that I don't want to. I'm never gonna have a kid of my own to walk down the aisle, and I- care about you. But do you know for sure you ain't gonna regret it if it's me, takin' that big a role?

[bespredel]

You're allowed- it's just. I didn't expect... You don't need to like, go out of your way or go over the top for us. That's what I mean. But you will anyway. Because... [ He shrugs, a little helplessly and makes a hand gesture with both hands, like that explains it all. Covers what Yuri wants to say.

Swallowing hard, Yuri wasn't sure what he expected from the other by way of explanation. He didn't expect one; wasn't sure he even wanted one if James didn't want to give it. But then, they were something like a family weren't they? It made sense that Bucky would want to tell him. Even if...

Yuri listened, Yuri listened and absorbed. And still, he didn't care.

Before the other could say any more, could stop him, Yuri had thrown himself at the other, wrapped his arms around James' middle and hauled him close. ]

Just shut up. You're stupid if you think those things would change the fact I care. [ His voice was gruff, face hidden behind the shadow of his hair against the other's shoulder. He squeezed for a moment, before letting the other go. Stepping back and scowling as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie again. ]

You said it yourself, you are the sum of who you've been over decades. I- I like who you are now. I'm happy to have met you. I'm not going to fucking regret it, okay?

[ And then, a snort. ] And the second world war? You didn't tell me you were practically a dinosaur.

[ Yep, good ol' Yuri. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Bucky isn't sure how to react when, instead of the disgust he's expecting, or the prying questions, the search for an explanation, Yuri just launches his skinny self at Bucky and latches on around his middle. He looks down, a little stunned, but - he guesses this is his answer. The tension in his shoulders relaxes just a fraction, and he blows out a breath, curling the metal arm around the teenager's thin form, giving him a gentle squeeze. For a guy who rarely touches anyone with that hand outside of the necessary, it's... something like a sign of familiarity for him. Of closeness. His voice is a little rough, but quieter, fond.] Yeah, well, maybe I am stupid. Thought you'd react worse than that, I guess. It can be a lot for people to take in. S'why I don't... share that, with everyone.

[It's a soft statement, but pointed, because it has to be said even if he doesn't think Yuri would willingly spread his secrets around. It's less dangerous to fuck up his reputation now, with Alexander Pierce gone, but it's leverage if any ghosts from his own past show up here.

And then he breathes out a laugh.] Yeah, second world war. I was born in 1925, so I guess you can call me old-fashioned. If I'm givin' you away at the wedding, that means I get to pay for at least part of it. [Because that's what a father would do for his kid. The sentiment applies.] You chose the bride role, not me.