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When they are reunited in the war, Howling Commando Bucky has a hard time adjusting to Steve's new physique and the role reversal that comes with it. This fic does a wonderful job of exploring how Bucky feels as he comes to terms with Steve as Captain America.
Excerpt:
He had to look up at Steve. Up and up and up and he was never going to get used to it. He entertained the idea of trying to kiss him when everyone had retreated to their own tents, but he realized he’s have to pull Steve down by his dog tags or else get up on his toes.
Steve could probably lift him up if he wanted to, and Bucky’d have to cling to him like a limpet. The thought didn’t settle right.
It wasn't ever like that, what they had, and he didn't want it to change. But it had, it'd turned topsy turvey and Steve was handsome and healthy, could get anyone he wanted on his arm. People were begging to be on his arm, and Bucky was shoved aside, relegated to glaring into his pint while perched on a lonely stool at the end of the bar.
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