part 3
There hadn’t been much at all going on in Stark tower, much less anywhere else. Steve was sitting in the main room along with Tony, Sam, & Rhodey. They were all three arguing about something that Steve wasn’t very interested in at all.
Steve had been felt really uncomfortable around the others for the past two days, although he guessed it was “the withdrawal from the lack of his boyfriend” , as Natasha had put it a couple days beforehand. Steve had been reclining on the couch reading most of the day, just enjoying the peace. Of course until Sam & Tony & Rhodey all had to be in the sam room.
He closed his book, setting on the table in front of the couch. He creeped down the hall, heading towards his room down the long hallway.
Opening the door, he closed it behind him, laying onto the large bed in his room. It had occasionally been shared with him by Bucky, but of course, he had not had felt that experience for a while now. What had been merely weeks felt like years.
After dozing off, deep thinking, and lots of drawing, he realized that three hours had already passed.
3:17PM the clock on his desk read.
Just as he was about to give up for the day and go back to sleep, he heard a knock on his door. He turned, seeing Nat stick her head through the open doorway. He waved his hand, motioning for her to come in.
She closed the door behind her, walking completely into the room. “So,” She started. “Did you hear the news?”
He looked at her, confused. “From who?” She motioned her head in the direction of the living room. “Tony. Didn’t he tell you what T’challa has said?” Steve shook his head. “He’s been in . . . deep conversation all afternoon.” She nodded. “Ah, Well.” She took a seat. “You’re boyfriend is defrosted now,” She smiled, no doubt at her own joke.
”Oh, shit,” He whispered. “Really? That’s great! When are we leaving? Why didn’t T'challa just tell me?”
“Well, obviously everyone should know that a partly important person in our lives is not dead, and we’re leaving in about 10 minutes. That’s when they should arrive to bring us.” She rose from her seat, leaving the room.
Steve got up, getting semi-ready, and joining the others (Sam & Nat), outside.
He watched as the Wakandan ship landed softly hovering over the ground, seeing T’challa & Nakia in the opening of the door. “Natasha.” Nakia nodded. T’challa greated them. Walking towards Steve. “Are you ready, Captain?” Steve nodded, bording the ship with everyone else.
He felt them lift off, heading towards the country of Wakanda.
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As they landed, Steve felt a rush of adrenaline run through his body. How was Bucky? Is he okay? His arm? His mind? So many questions ran through his mind as they left the ship, entering the large lab where they had apparently held him.
Shuri greeted them as they entered. “Ah, it is so nice to see you all again. Natasha, I think I have some things to show you and you’re friend.” She smirked, pointing towards Sam. “New tech.” Nat smiled.
“And for you, Mr. Rogers,” She walked towards Steve. “Your broken boyfriend is in his hut, resting. We thought it would definitely be better for him to rest, considering all that he just went through.”
“And, the guy had no arm last I saw him.” Sam interjected. “He got one now?”
Shuri laughed. T’challa answered, “No, but they are all working on a newer, better arm for Mr. Barnes.” Sam nodded. “Anywho, I heard y’all got new tech. Got any wings for me?” He asked as they walked away, leaving it only to be T’challa, Nakia, and Steve.
”Well then, Captain. I’ll have Nakia guide you to where Barnes is, and let you have your time.” He rested his hand on Steve’s shoulder, walking away.
“This way,” Nakia said. Steve followed her out of the building.
”So, uh.” Steve said as they were walking along the farmland. “How is it with you and T’challa?” Nakia smiled a bit. “Very well, actually. We haven’t gotten much time together, since I’ve been on more missions and me and Okoye have been training the children.”
Steve nodded, seeing a small neighborhood in the dirt.
Nakia guided him down a pathway, bringing him towards a small hut, pointing towards it. “Here we are, Mr Rogers. Contact us if you need us,” She said, handing him a small communication device.
He stood outside the hut in silence for a second. He didn’t know whether to knock, or to just walk in, or what.
He decided to just pull away the small blue cloth covering the doorway. He peeked in, revealing Bucky. Alive, breathing, sleeping. With a blue cloth wrapped around his arm that once-was-an-arm.
The light shining in through the doorway seemed to have woken Bucky, much to Steve’s delight. Bucky lifted his head. His hair had gotten longer, Steve realized. He took in every new feature of him. His eyes had gotten a deeper blue, and his face more stern.
Steve smiled.
”How you been, Buck?”