[closed]

[starspangled]

Who: Steve and Bucky
Where: First Floor Hallway
When: March 10
What: Bucky doesn't remember what day this is. His best friend does.



[It's been weeks and they're still trapped, no closer to being free than they were that first day. What's worse, those numbers have grown, and now there's new people to get to know, to help or assess. There's a little girl who no one can seem to find. And then there's what Skye uncovered, which he can't quite get off his mind. Overall there's no shortage of things to be concerned about, and Steve is, more than he can put into words. But there's also one thing to be grateful for too.

He's been keeping track of his days here, so Steve knows what day it is - what day it should be. He picks up an extra muffin that morning, searches the hotel until he finds one of those plain white emergency candles. He feels eyes on him the entire time, curious and just a little bit judging. He's gotten used to that feeling, especially once he learned that it doesn't have anything to do with the hotel itself.

Steve sits down in the first floor hallway, back against the wall. The plated muffin is placed beside him, the top decorated with sliced fruit left over from breakfast and that over-sized candle comically inserted in the middle of it. Steve smiles a little, because he knows the curiosity must be killing him by now.

Steve counts to one hundred, just to be a little bit more of a punk.]

You can come out now, or I'm telling this entire hotel just how old you are.

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[ 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? ]

That muffin is for me?