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Stucky fanfiction - UPDATE
Jan. 17th, 2021 02:38 pmChapter eleven:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23606332/chapters/70682610
Snippet:
They finished breakfast and set the dishes aside before stomping outside into the frosty morning. Gorgeous. The sunrise threw furious, rich streaks of orange-gold and scarlet across the sky. Frost sparkled on the grass and leaves across the yard. Steve’s breath caught; it hit him, then. This was his. This was his mother’s legacy and his inheritance, his responsibility, not merely a deed to be signed away to George Barnes. If he failed - no. No, he couldn’t. Not for Billy’s sake, nor for his own. Other businesses relied on the goods that he grew and sold, and Steve felt a sense of belonging in his community. He had nowhere to go if he lost the farm.
And it wasn’t as though he could just summon another convenient marriage prospect out of thin air.
“Sometimes, I wish you had said ‘I do’ to that Barnes fellow, after all.”
Billy’s words jerked Steve from his reveries as they entered the barn. “What’s that?”
“Could have been living like a toff, married to him,” Billy explained. “Especially if he has money like Barton.”
“Like Bucky?” Steve scoffed, brow furrowed. “Who knows how much money that would have even been? And who knows how it would have been, married to my landlord’s son!”
“Easier, no doubt.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23606332/chapters/70682610
Snippet:
They finished breakfast and set the dishes aside before stomping outside into the frosty morning. Gorgeous. The sunrise threw furious, rich streaks of orange-gold and scarlet across the sky. Frost sparkled on the grass and leaves across the yard. Steve’s breath caught; it hit him, then. This was his. This was his mother’s legacy and his inheritance, his responsibility, not merely a deed to be signed away to George Barnes. If he failed - no. No, he couldn’t. Not for Billy’s sake, nor for his own. Other businesses relied on the goods that he grew and sold, and Steve felt a sense of belonging in his community. He had nowhere to go if he lost the farm.
And it wasn’t as though he could just summon another convenient marriage prospect out of thin air.
“Sometimes, I wish you had said ‘I do’ to that Barnes fellow, after all.”
Billy’s words jerked Steve from his reveries as they entered the barn. “What’s that?”
“Could have been living like a toff, married to him,” Billy explained. “Especially if he has money like Barton.”
“Like Bucky?” Steve scoffed, brow furrowed. “Who knows how much money that would have even been? And who knows how it would have been, married to my landlord’s son!”
“Easier, no doubt.”
