"Happy birthday, Buck. I brought you your favorite. Chocolate cake."
Steve set down his plate on a table and drew up a chair next to Bucky's cryogenic stasis chamber.
It had been 305 days since Bucky's decision to go back into cryo, and Steve was counting every second. He couldn't wait for Bucky to come back out.
"You're a hundred years old today," Steve mumbled to Bucky. He looked so peaceful in his chamber, like he was just taking a nap. Like he might wake up any second, and crack a joke about his age.
Steve swallowed and gingerly touched his hands to the glass of Bucky's chamber, as if it might break. "I miss you. I miss your stupid face. Hell, I miss you saving my ass every three seconds." He blinked away tears. "I miss you more than I could put into words, which is stupid, because you're right here, and you're spending your birthday alone in cryo sleep, and I just—"
The words were tumbling out faster than Steve could stop them. "I love you."
There. He'd said it. He'd admitted it.
He loved Bucky. He was in love with his best friend, and it physically pained Steve to spend Bucky's birthday in a lab, separated from him by five-inch glass.
Because, right now, thanks to those five inches of glass, they couldn't be farther apart.
A/N: I was supposed to post this a week ago whoops.
Also, I was tagged by @FandomOBSESSEDXX to list five facts about myself, so here goes.
1. I'll be 17 in April.
2. I've gotten a death threat on this book before (it wasn't serious but still. Go look at the comments on Dying).
3. I want to be a serious author someday.
4. My fandom-related interests, other than Marvel, are Star Wars, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, and Star vs. the Forces of Evil.
5. My other interests include astronomy, mythology, and drawing.
