He grins and kisses the pout on Steve’s lips, “It’s the pushiness that gets me, the way people seem to think they’re just… entitled to knowing someone’s life like that.” The kind of thing no one might have dreamed up back before the war. The kind of plastic intimacy of celebrities have with fans on social media still feels like a weirdly invasive thing. Private conversations on the public stage.

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” that would feel far too much like walking backwards. “but I’m okay with not handing this to the world yet.”

If not for the fact that he was already settled in the bed when Steve kissed him like that, Bucky is sure that his knees might have given out on him. He curls his fingers into the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt and pulls him close, “letting it belong just to us for awhile isn’t so bad.”