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Who: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Where: Steve's room - 111
When: June 7th
What: Steve returns from a canon update to find Bucky sitting vigil outside his door.
Warnings: AOU spoilers, angst, tbd.



[The air goes from being too thin to being heavy and humid in a single breath. Steve gulps it anyway as he lifts his head to take a look around the boiler room. He knows this place... That doesn't do much for his confusion, not when it just brings up questions that he didn't have before.

It's been a year, but it all rushes back to him once he step outside that door. The hallways, the stairwells, his room. Steve remembers it all, along with the others who were trapped here with him. Some where from his world, some weren't, but he can't understand how he could just forget about them, like someone flipped a light switch inside his head and threw them all into darkness. Did he escape or did they let him go? If it was escape, then how? And if the other thing, why? (But wasn't that always the question of the day in this place?)

Everything seems muted here, dreamlike, and Steve stops more than once to turn and look behind him, catching a glimpse of everything from a Hydra trooper to Ultron himself, making his shoulders tense even as they fade right in front of his eyes. Ghosts, but not ones he can blame the hotel for. Steve lives with his fair share of 'em.

So when he finally reaches his room and sees Bucky sitting outside his door, he expects him to fade into nothingness too.

But he doesn't.]

Buck...

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[starspangled]

You've got nothing to be sorry for.

[Steve hadn't held on to him tight enough, hadn't reached far enough, and that's how he lost him the first time. That's when the worst of it happened, because even if Steve still had to put that plane down in the ocean, you can be damn sure that Bucky Barnes would've been on it with him.

He's reorienting himself now, to the hotel, to Bucky, his home. Steve grows still when he feels the brush of his lips, like he thinks he might spook him if he moves too suddenly. It's not uncertainty. He remembers this, just the start of it before he left. Well, "restart" might be a more apt word. Steve kisses him back to ease the last of Bucky's fears, and what terrible things they must be to scare the Winter Soldier. But he lays them to rest before pulling away.]

You should move into my room so we can keep an eye on each other. It beats you hanging around outside the door all the time.

[Steve smirks gently at that. He knows him to well.]

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[ It's new, it's so new and fragile, this thing between them, but even then it feels like he's waited a lifetime for this, ever since they had first met as children, inseparable as they were.

There are many things buried in the treacherous recesses of his mind, pieces of his past he can't reach no matter how much he tries, but he's far from an empty vessel. There are emotions that course within him, age-old and instinctive, and the touch of Steve's soft, willing lips against his makes his heart skip a beat.

Yes. He's missed this. He's wanted this.

Bucky pauses for a moment at his invitation, that knowing look, before he leans back to meet his eyes, unabashed at the fact that he'd just got caught for lurking outside his room. Still, he's curious. ]

How long have you known?

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Since the first time? Maybe more like the second.

[Steve amends, suddenly feeling like Bucky might be more disappointed than surprised to hear that, to know that he's no longer a ghost. But Steve's a match for him in a lot of ways, even more since he learned who the Winter Soldier actually is. Bucky was a lot more successful in lurking outside of his apartment back then.

He reaches for his hand and gives it a squeeze, mostly to remind and reassure himself that Bucky's real.]

You don't have to do that anymore.

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[ Bucky's a little bit of both, but not entirely so. Steve is a match for him and he knows it, and Bucky has often warred between gravitating towards him and staying away for his own good. But here like this, he doesn't remember why he wants to be away.

It's terrifying, the idea that he doesn't have to do it anymore, the idea that he finally has... this. Whatever this is. He squeezes his hand back before he gets up onto his feet, drawing Steve up with him, too. ]

Why didn't you say anything before?

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You had your reasons.

[Bucky thought it was something he needed to do, and Steve of all people can respect that.]

And I wasn't sure if something something about it would drive you away or not. That's the last thing that I wanted to do.