[ Bucky's taken to tracking him whenever he spots Steve out and about. Things are still a little shaky between them, but the truth is that he can't bring himself to stay away from the man, no matter how much he wants to keep the distance. Weeks pass, and the memories come back in a steady trickle -- he mixes them up sometimes, is haunted by them too often and wakes screaming into his pillow, but for the most part he deals with them.
He has to, to find a way to destroy this hotel from the inside.
So when Steve does something entirely out of the ordinary, Bucky's curious. What is he trying to do with the muffin and the oversized candle? Is it some sort of new cuisine he's trying out? Bucky's frown deepens when it's obvious that Steve doesn't intend to give him any sort of concrete answer, and by the end of that one hundred, his patience is reaching the end of its tether.
You're a fucking punk, Steven Rogers.
Bucky blinks, keeping his own surprise in check when he slips out of his cozy stalking spot. Is this for him? ]
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He has to, to find a way to destroy this hotel from the inside.
So when Steve does something entirely out of the ordinary, Bucky's curious. What is he trying to do with the muffin and the oversized candle? Is it some sort of new cuisine he's trying out? Bucky's frown deepens when it's obvious that Steve doesn't intend to give him any sort of concrete answer, and by the end of that one hundred, his patience is reaching the end of its tether.
You're a fucking punk, Steven Rogers.
Bucky blinks, keeping his own surprise in check when he slips out of his cozy stalking spot. Is this for him? ]
That muffin is for me?