Phew, finally finished the chapter! Enjoy 🙂
Excerpt:
His ward turned, setting the bag down on their small table and hopped up onto the small kitchen counter. Bucky noticed that he didn’t kick his legs like he normally would and his posture was stiff. He knew he was going to have to address Steve’s increased self-consciousness sooner rather than later but before he could think of anything soothing to say, Steve looked over and warned, “Watch your feathers near the radiator, you know that thing has a mind of its own.”
The angel snapped his wings tight against his back. They were thankfully no longer molting, thanks to the gentle care both he and his ward had put into the feathers new and old. It was probably the fastest molt he’d gone through in his entire life, including the time when he’d gotten struck by a warlock’s lightning powers. The memory made him shiver and he grinned up at Steve, “Please never electrocute me.”
Steve cocked his head, eyes intent on Bucky’s. “You’re going to have to tell me that story.”
The Archery Range 