[You're late, and Bucky has no idea. It's been a year and Steve still hasn't found him, a year and Hydra is still keeping him and his best friend apart. Here is where the guilt really hits him, and maybe that's for the best. There's no way he could feel this heaviness in the pit of his stomach and focus on anything else. Not even the end of the world.
He's moving again by the time Bucky starts talking about breakfast. Steve falls to his knees in front of the door, reaches for Bucky, gathering him up and crushing him against his chest like Steve's trying to push his literal heart back into it. Bucky's welcome to struggle, even throw a punch. He deserves it.]
I don't suppose you saved me any muffins?
[Steve tries to inject a smile into his voice, even though it trembles with half a dozen other emotions. Bucky's stubble feels like sandpaper against his skin, but Steve turns his face into it anyway.]
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He's moving again by the time Bucky starts talking about breakfast. Steve falls to his knees in front of the door, reaches for Bucky, gathering him up and crushing him against his chest like Steve's trying to push his literal heart back into it. Bucky's welcome to struggle, even throw a punch. He deserves it.]
I don't suppose you saved me any muffins?
[Steve tries to inject a smile into his voice, even though it trembles with half a dozen other emotions. Bucky's stubble feels like sandpaper against his skin, but Steve turns his face into it anyway.]