M is for Murder by
“Are you okay? Do you remember me?” “What does it look like, jackass,” Barnes says, and Steve puts his free hand on his waist, looking at Barnes like he hung the moon. “I remember enough to know that you’re about to say something sappy.” “I missed you,” Steve says, as if on cue, and that happy and wiggly thing in Barnes’s chest goes into overdrive. Barnes is pretty sure his heart is gonna pull out a fucking vuvuzela any minute now. “Yeah, yeah,” Barnes mutters, happy and embarrassed about it. Bucky sets up as a hitman taking commissions on tumblr. Hilarious.