[SteveRogers_andhiseggs]

His overgrown bangs bounced with a fast nod of his head — fingers wrapping around Bucky's wrist, he carefully (and cautiously) brought the other man's hand over to his stomach. He'd been terrified to tell Bucky of his new discoveries, for he wasn't sure how to process the news himself.

Only the other day, Steve'd found himself hunched over one morning in his bathroom, practically on his knees as his knuckles turned white on the sink. It felt like his spine was caving in on itself; he'd had issues with his spine when he was younger, but this didn't feel anything like that familiar pain. Not only was his entire body aching, even his skin, but everything made him want to hurl. Especially bright lights. Fuck that noise.

He didn't want to even think about the possibilities of... what this could've meant. But, after a long panic attack and pacing around his apartment for a good three hours (and a long, frantic phone call with Natasha), he hauled his ass to the nearest grocery store. He had to be stealthy about it, wearing an oversized hoodie he had for some reason and an older baseball cap.

In his hands, he'd held a small blue box. He felt his throat tightening up as he slowly slid out a small white stick.

Two lines. He felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"Buck, I'm p— I'm parsley."