Home, For Now
Steve sat at his kitchen table, aimlessly nursing a cup of coffee. Bucky had been gone for almost a week now. Granted, he was used to it, she needed time to detox from this futuristic world they had suddenly been tossed into, and so had he, but it didn't stop him from missing her. He jumped when he heard a rattling at the door like someone trying to get in with a lock pick. There had been burglaries in some of the other apartments, so everyone had been on alert. He ran to the door and after a moment's hesitation, pulled it open. Bucky stood at the door, looking tired but strangely fulfilled. Steve stared at her, unsure of what to say. Bucky gave him a weak half-smile.
"I needed a partner." She paused for a moment. "And I missed you." She ran a hand through her hair, nervously glancing towards the stairs. There was a smudge of eyeblack still on her cheek.
"All you have to do is ask." Steve replied quietly, shifting from side to side. Bucky's eyes welled with tears and she held out her arms. Steve picked her up in a hug and, sweeping her off her feet, carried her to the couch with a laugh. "But now I'm making popcorn and we're watching Breakfast at Tiffany's and you are not allowed to protest." Steve set Bucky down on the couch, but she didn't let go of him. With a funny little smile, she pulled him on top of her. Steve never made it to the kitchen to make popcorn, and they didn't watch Breakfast at Tiffany's. That night Steve found Bucky's new scars and kissed her and cried. That night Bucky told Steve about some of the places to where she had been disappearing. That night Bucky made one of the few promises that she would always keep