toplvl | you don't know me

( the realization still weighed heavy, and that alone was enough to keep him sobered. )

I'm serious. How would we even work? I don't know the first thing about being with a guy, and even less about. Well, anything about the right way to be with someone who's blind. I don't want you to have to always be explaining things I don't get either. You shouldn't have to. You've got enough to do.

( certainly the soldier was handicapped too, having only one real arm and often more comfortable not thinking of the vibranium arm as his, being that it really wasn't, but it was such a different sort of thing than blindness. he struggled enough, worrying about hurting anyone he cared about that could see the arm easily and still flee. he would only pose a greater threat so someone who didn't even realize the possible danger.

of course, he could only assume these things, no one else really being aware of matt's shapes and distorted form of vision. )

I didn't figure you for the type to give up before you tried. And that doesn't really answer the question of if you'd want to try, which is the only one that matters. You've kissed women. I'm sure you've kissed more than a few. So... look at me. Do you like the idea of something like that, or does it make you uncomfortable in a bad way? That's the first step and the first question. Anything else?

[He shrugged, then reached for his drink again.]

Blind people don't have special braille on their genitals. We don't have audio instructions only. I'd say the biggest difference for being with someone blind and someone who isn't is that lingerie is lost on us. Sexy outfits, too. But all the rest? Game on.

( right. figuring out interest was. first. but he did feel rather like an ass for making matt feel othered enough to explain as he had. )

Sorry. I really don't mean anything like that. Just. I'm still a weapon. A dangerous one.

( but he stopped the flow of words to his mouth to actually consider properly what matt posed, the idea of being with a man, kissing him. there had been times when he'd fooled around before, idle things that some men end up doing together sometimes, but they didn't really count the same way, he felt, and so he'd discounted them in his thoughts. were they relevant, then? his not having been repulsed or feeling discomfort over the fact they'd happened? he didn't wonder such things much, already fairly aware of who he was without questioning. that he should now question at all felt strange, and that felt far more unsettling than anything else. he didn't want to be unsure of who he was, didn't like the way it made his stomach turn. )

It doesn't bother me. Thinking about if I did. ( matt was handsome. kind. the latter mattered more. bucky had been through enough already. ) I can't say for sure if I'd like it or not. In my head, it feels like kissing guys probably isn't the same as kissing girls, so it's. A bit hard to imagine.

I can handle dangerous.

[And the thing about that very true statement was, that he liked dangerous. He might not be willing to out and out say it right off the bat, but his favorite relationship was the one that almost killed him. He was drawn to the lost strays and the people that no one else could help. Castle had been hard to get through, but Matt had just kept at it, like a dog with a bone. Different kind of relationship, but considering the man in question, applicable.]

It's not too dissimilar. Women usually moisturize and use more products that make them all silky smooth and soft. Though, there's a lot more metrosexual men and grooming products for the less fair sex lately. The only difference I've found is the facial hair.

[He lifted his hand and brushed at the scruff on his chin and around his mouth. The sound rasped a little out loud.]

Men are... firmer. More of a presence.

[To his senses. Women were fragrances and soft fabric and silk that swished on smooth skin with herbal shampoos and vanilla fragrances. Men were muscle and sweat and musky woodsy scents, sometimes laced with leather and smoke. They were hard in a way that was enticing. He wanted to push back at them, and that just crossed the sexy danger wires in his head, which landed him here.]

Yeah, that's. That's kind of my experience, too. What I feel the difference is.

...was only men in the barracks, during the war. So. And women were always. I mean, I know it's just part of the average, and there will be outliers. But women were usually always. Softer. Pliant. While men would be much more hard set.

( he didn't dislike it either. the thought didn't really cross his mind that he could dislike the differences in either direction. they were just facts about the way things were. )

So. What does that mean? If I don't know if I'd like it.

Well, that depends on if you want to know if you'd like it. Because there's a very obvious solution for that.

[He was giving him his best innocent look, as if he couldn't possibly be thinking about what he was thinking about, which was definitely not but totally was leaning in and kissing the man in front of him.]

( bucky blushed with fervor, shrinking back sheepishly, not out of disdain but at how ridiculous he felt thinking about experimenting as a century-old man. )

I mean. That's. Um. ( he could sense it off of matt, too, the way he wanted which only made more embarrassing. ) M- maybe not. Here.

( a lot of strangers around, after all. he didn't like that, didn't want to let his guard down while others watched. )

[Matt's grin only deepend.]

Well, it's getting dark out. Would you walk a poor blind young whipper snapper home?

[Oh, he was definitely luring the fly into his parlor.]

( bucky huffed, feigned exasperation, but something to save face all the same. )

Do you gotta put it like that? ( but he did polish off the second drink before sliding out of his seat, stepping back so matt had room to come along. )

If you'd prefer, I can put it the way it is, which is that I'd like to take you home and see just what you're comfortable with. Which way works best for you, Barnes?

[The man did a kind of sexy unsettled grump with the way he spoke, and Matt was enjoying poking at him. Matt finished his own drink and put money on the bar for Josie, then moved to fall in step with Bucky.]

Mind if I grab your elbow?

[Did he have to? No. Did he want to? Yes.]

I prefer things plainly. ( which was true enough anyway. he didn't like dancing around things too much or for too long. he was a simple man, at heart.

at the question, the soldier paused, giving matt a silent, pointed look all the while knowing the guy couldn't see it at all. but it was still necessary before offering his arm, the right, for matt to take, a light nudge from his elbow signaling permission.

it wasn't really all that romantic of a gesture for him, but that really was his being from a different era. his ma would hold his arm sometimes too, when she went shopping with him. this was were his thoughts drifted instead, wondering what she would think if the person he was now. )

[The true power of being blind, or being Matt Murdock level blind, was that all looks were lost on him. Except for, apparently, the heavy judgmental 'you're an idiot' looks from Jessica Jones. He felt those in his soul. Bucky's looks just tickled him.

Grinning like a kid who'd won a toy at the fair, Matt took hold of it. A light, careful hold, because he wasn't a grasping moron and he had picked up early on that Bucky and touch were delicate subjects. But it was a hold.]

I prefer plain facts. Everything else... well. Sometimes a little spice is fun.

( bucky, who was bad at handling spice in food, couldn't help but think of the last time he had a coughing fit while trying to eat curry. last week. )

It can be, yeah. It. Has to be the right kind of spice, for me, though. I'm not always good at it. I mean, you just sat through me not noticing you hitting on me, so I'm sure you've got a pretty good idea of that now.

Flirting's difficult. Foggy's told me that I've missed a lot of blatant attempts because so much of flirting, particularly from attractive women, is visual. Lash batting, looks, smiles, lip biting. All very enticing to the eye. The bolder ones figure it out and move to touch.

[Like Matt had. He gave Bucky a grin at that, waiting to get called out.]

I'm patient. And I have baggage myself that might compete with yours.

That. Makes sense. Social cues are. Well, varied and specific. Different depending on what country you're in too.

( while he understood matt mentioned it because he'd taken that exact action, bucky didn't say anything, not being the sort to call out such things typically. )

It's not a competition, though. So. I'm sorry. Whatever it was that happened.

[Fair enough. He sighed, using his other hand to pat at Bucky's shoulder.]

Didn't mean it that way. Just... we all have something. Some have more than others. I'm attempting to express that whatever you think is unhandleable for someone else might not be. For me, anyway.

I don't doubt that. But people usually say that kinda thing too, so. When it doesn't end up working, it starts feeling like. Like you're the exception.

You do realize you just issued me a challenge. My father was a boxer. He got back up. That tends to be genetic.

( huffing sheepishly, ) That's not what I want. I mean, I get it. But. I don't think that's good, for anyone to do. A relationship shouldn't be about. Fixing someone. Or whatever.

What makes you think I want to fix you? Help, sure. But the baggage comment... I mean we all have baggage. So maybe we help each other carry it when it's needed. That's what I meant by handle, Barnes.

I think maybe you're the one that can't handle me. I'm too cagey for you.

[He was teasing now, the smile curling the corner of his mouth.]

All my Louis Vuitton premium baggage. My amazing assets. My ability to kiss someone to swooning. I'm just too much for you.

( oh. right. ) Sorry, that's just. Usually what people mean, so I was. Assuming a bit, I guess.

( but then he laughed, matt's offered bit of silliness much more comforting to focus on. )

Yeah, no one more high maintenance than you. I'm gonna be losing my mind trying to keep up.

I learned my lesson about fixing someone. It just leads to a lot of heartbreak.

[A little sadness there, but he's grinning again because at least Bucky was playing along.]

Not sure you can come close to keeping up, Pops. Only one cane in a relationship allowed.

Who said I use a cane? I've got me an electric chair, pal.

Shouldn't that be 'sonny'? 'Young punk'? Do you want me to get off your lawn?

Me? Using your new-fangled terms for things? Never.

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