[They'd met earlier, in a darkened stairwell, Bucky stalking after him when he'd been the one to realize that Steve was there first. He's always been haunted by him one way or another, this boy that he couldn't bury long before he knew about the Winter Soldier.
But Steve knows now, and he knows Bucky's here. And this hotel isn't big enough to keep him from finding him. His search finally brings him to the screening room, the black and white film familiar to him too, in a place where nothing else is.
Except Bucky.
He leans in the doorway first, soon moves away from it to keep him from feeling trapped. Steve leans against the wall, eyes adjusting to the darkness and on the assassin more than they ever look at the movie.]
This movie used to scare the hell out of me.
[If Bucky doesn't remember that, it's probably because he didn't know it. Steve was too stubborn to admit he was afraid.]
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But Steve knows now, and he knows Bucky's here. And this hotel isn't big enough to keep him from finding him. His search finally brings him to the screening room, the black and white film familiar to him too, in a place where nothing else is.
Except Bucky.
He leans in the doorway first, soon moves away from it to keep him from feeling trapped. Steve leans against the wall, eyes adjusting to the darkness and on the assassin more than they ever look at the movie.]
This movie used to scare the hell out of me.
[If Bucky doesn't remember that, it's probably because he didn't know it. Steve was too stubborn to admit he was afraid.]