OOM: Bucky. Christmas, 1940

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gets home before Bucky does on Christmas Eve, and has just a few minutes to stash the little shopping bag away where Bucky won't find it. He wants Bucky to have a good Christmas this year, even if they have no tree and no cake--but Steve has beans soaking for a good stew, and there's a few potatoes and a little ham to augment it, and there are treats that Santa will bring.

They've had worse Christmases.

Now the question is, how to get these things arranged so that Bucky will actually be surprised Christmas morning?

Steve has never been too good at stealth, nor at inventing ways to get Bucky out of the house or asleep early.

He's checking on the beans when he hears Bucky's step on the landing.

Comments

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah? Where? A big project, maybe, that'll last a few months?"

He sits on his bed to pull on clean socks.

[nerves_of_ice]

"No one knows yet. It's the rumor mill running full blast, but still, you know?"

He drapes the damp rag over the edge of the washbasin to dry and walks over to his own bed to reclaim his clean shirt.

"It'd be nice."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, it would," murmurs Steve. Bucky is basically putting him through school at this point, but he'll be done next term--he'll be able to go to work full-time then.

"Do you need supper before we go? Or just hot dogs from a cart?" He flashes a smile at Bucky.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Nathan's?"

Bucky grins back at Steve.

"Sounds good to me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and reaches for his boots.



It's a chilly night out, with snow on the sidewalks and candles in the windows. The hot dogs are warm in their hands, and Steve pulls off his mittens so he can enjoy the warmth through the paper.

"Perfect Christmas Eve dinner," he says, his mouth full of his first bite.

[nerves_of_ice]

"You're telling me," Bucky agrees. "Best ever."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swallows and takes another big bite as he heads in the direction of the church.

"Anything you're hoping Santa will bring this year?" he asks. May as well see if he got anything right.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Oh, you know - the usual," he says, unhelpfully.

"You?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, you know," Steve responds, and then pokes Bucky with his elbow.

His list rarely changes: new sketchbooks, Faber pencils. Thick socks. Oranges.

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles.

"Yeah, that's about what I thought."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve walks and eats.

"I want this," he says quietly. "A quiet night and good company."

[nerves_of_ice]

He finishes off his hot dog, stuffs the scrap of paper in his pants pocket, then drapes an arm over Steve's shoulders.

"Then Merry Christmas, punk," Bucky tells him, fond affection clear.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans against him. "Merry Christmas, jerk." He takes another big bite of his hot dog.

[nerves_of_ice]

They walk, together in easy companionship, toward the church. It's not hard to tell where they're going - as they approach, the street slowly begins to get more crowded with people headed in for the Christmas Eve service.

Bucky drops his arm from Steve's shoulders so that they can move more easily amid the people, and smiles a quick, bright hello at a couple of girls who are standing on the stairs, clearly watching for someone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve checks his hair nervously -- pretty girls make him so self-conscious -- and smiles at the girls as he follows Bucky up the stairs.

As he thought it would be, the church is standing-room-only by this time. He finds some space away from the door, and shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and his chin into his collar.

[nerves_of_ice]

The girls smile back, and start whispering to each other behind their hands as they watch Bucky and Steve go into the church.

Amused, Bucky gives them one last flirting look over his shoulder, and then moves to take up a spot beside Steve, on his left-hand side.

"Crowded," he observes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"This is the only night a lot of people come to church," Steve murmurs in reply.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Guess I can't argue with that."

He scans the room, looking for any other space.

"This spot okay with you?"

There's not much of a draft from the door, especially with as many people as are around them, but he'd gotten in the habit of keeping an eye on things like that years ago.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, I think so. May have to move if it gets smokey, though."

[nerves_of_ice]

"You let me know, if it does."

A ripple moves through the crowd, working its way from the front of the church to the back, as people hurry to find the last seats and shush their neighbors.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stands up a little straighter. Standing for long periods isn't easy for him, given the problems with his spine, but he's willing to do it for special occasions.

[nerves_of_ice]

There's something comfortable about the warmth of the people around them, the murmur of prayers and responses, the Christmas carols that float through the air.

Bucky muses on all of it a bit, glancing around them, and then mentally shrugs and settles in to try to pay attention to the rest of the holiday service.

(All throughout, however, he's careful to keep one eye on Steve... just in case.)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

After half an hour or so, Steve starts to sway on his feet, and he wraps a hand around Bucky's elbow for support.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shifts immediately to help support Steve, and glances back and to the side, at a spot he's been eyeing for a bit.

It's still there, and relatively unoccupied.

"Come on," he whispers, and begins to edge through the crowd toward the wall. Steve can lean against it, and Bucky can stand between him and the door to block the draft that's the likely reason that the space is available.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve follows him, and leans against the empty space of wall. "Thanks," he murmurs.