[ If he's honest, he'd say he had a lot of trepidations going into a mission like this. It's got nothing to do with being paired up with Bucky, and everything to do with the fact he doesn't want to play pretend over something so serious that could be in the scope of their relationship. It seems almost tawdry on one side and unfair on the other. But, that's a thought he keeps to himself, because there's no way in fucking hell he's going to put a little black raincloud over this mission. Undercover shit is fun (when it goes right... and he's hoping it goes right), and it's even more fun that he can share it with Bucky.
They're a good team in the field, and there's no one he'd rather work with. In fact, he usually doesn't do field work with anyone else and sticks to tech and comms where he's most knowledgeable and feels more in control of the situation. But, it's always hard to say no to Bucky; even more so when a good opportunity presents itself.
The story they have is a good one, the locale is even better. And maybe that's got a little to do with why he so readily went, even though he held reservations. It is like a vacation. Almost. This nouveau riche kind of lifestyle isn't so bad. It's not how either one of them were brought up, and where Jake could take it or leave it, he's kind of happy Bucky gets to luxuriate in the plush luxury. There's no one who deserves it more.
The only complaint he has is that Bucky's got to keep his arm covered up ninety percent of the time. It's disappointing. Perhaps stupidly so. Jake knows Bucky prefers it like this, and it's not as if he can blame him—the arm and the scars are a constant daily reminder of how his life turned out. But, without them, not only would Bucky not be here, but there'd be no proof of just how strong and amazing he truly is. But, again, Jake keeps that to himself, as well.
They've settled into suburban life fairly quickly and Jake would almost be surprised over that if it wasn't for the fact that it's literally the easiest thing in the world to share space with Bucky. Today they're grilling in their backyard and Jake's mind is still sort of boggling that this is his life. Even if it is fake, the memory is going to remain. And that's reality enough.
He hears Bucky's approach, so he's ready for him and pauses his dual wielding of the spatula and tongs. There's kebabs on the top rack, burgers and corn on the cob on the bottom. His stomach is so excited that it can barely stay in its place. (There's even potato salad chilling in the fridge along side some beer. It's great. Good Christ this is fucking great.) A bright grin steals across his lips when Bucky presses against him and Jake doesn't hesitate to lean back against him. He turns his head to stamp a kiss anywhere he can reach before turning back to the grill. ]
Pretty fuckin' good, [ he laughs ] lovebug. [ His terms of endearment still need a shitload of work. But he's trying. ] Should be ready soon. Hope you're hungry. [ He gestures with the tongs, snapping them together toward the table under the veranda. ] Wanna snag that for me?
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They're a good team in the field, and there's no one he'd rather work with. In fact, he usually doesn't do field work with anyone else and sticks to tech and comms where he's most knowledgeable and feels more in control of the situation. But, it's always hard to say no to Bucky; even more so when a good opportunity presents itself.
The story they have is a good one, the locale is even better. And maybe that's got a little to do with why he so readily went, even though he held reservations. It is like a vacation. Almost. This nouveau riche kind of lifestyle isn't so bad. It's not how either one of them were brought up, and where Jake could take it or leave it, he's kind of happy Bucky gets to luxuriate in the plush luxury. There's no one who deserves it more.
The only complaint he has is that Bucky's got to keep his arm covered up ninety percent of the time. It's disappointing. Perhaps stupidly so. Jake knows Bucky prefers it like this, and it's not as if he can blame him—the arm and the scars are a constant daily reminder of how his life turned out. But, without them, not only would Bucky not be here, but there'd be no proof of just how strong and amazing he truly is. But, again, Jake keeps that to himself, as well.
They've settled into suburban life fairly quickly and Jake would almost be surprised over that if it wasn't for the fact that it's literally the easiest thing in the world to share space with Bucky. Today they're grilling in their backyard and Jake's mind is still sort of boggling that this is his life. Even if it is fake, the memory is going to remain. And that's reality enough.
He hears Bucky's approach, so he's ready for him and pauses his dual wielding of the spatula and tongs. There's kebabs on the top rack, burgers and corn on the cob on the bottom. His stomach is so excited that it can barely stay in its place. (There's even potato salad chilling in the fridge along side some beer. It's great. Good Christ this is fucking great.) A bright grin steals across his lips when Bucky presses against him and Jake doesn't hesitate to lean back against him. He turns his head to stamp a kiss anywhere he can reach before turning back to the grill. ]
Pretty fuckin' good, [ he laughs ] lovebug. [ His terms of endearment still need a shitload of work. But he's trying. ] Should be ready soon. Hope you're hungry. [ He gestures with the tongs, snapping them together toward the table under the veranda. ] Wanna snag that for me?