Steve is spit and glue as it is when Bucky starts talking. He already knows deep in his soul that this is really, truly Bucky because he'd forgotten about that knife he pulled free. But there it is on the floor now. Real, just like Bucky is. But if that isn't enough to drive the fact home, the hand that grabs his own is.
His throat clogs with tears instantly as he feels rough skin against his own. The callouses that were healing too fast but that Steve didn't pay enough attention to back when he could. He knew the feeling of them so well. Sniper gun indents where, still as Bucky was, his hand couldn't help but shift against the rough metal and plastic. Steve wants to memorize them all over again. He wants to sketch them. Paint them. He wants to hold them in his own hand and never let them go again.
Is that possible? Steve doesn't know but it starts to become his next goal.
"I...I don't know..." It's the honest answer. The piece of metal from the shelf is in his pocket and Steve wants to show it to Bucky and explain but he also wants to never touch the damn thing ever again. If it explains how this man is here, now, who was to say it doesn't also have the power to send him home? And if that happens now, Steve is sure he will not survive it. He knows it deeper than he knows his own name.
Spit and glue.
"I don't know what happened... I was. I was just here. And then..."
Words are failing him. Steve shakes his head and just steps closer, his free hand pressing to Bucky's cheek and feeling the warm, living skin. His eyes lock on the other pair of blue and hold. Hold until the world goes blurry with the lack of blinking.
No. No, he realizes when he gives in and finally lets them close.
When he does, tears overflow down his cheeks. Steve inhales hard and steps back so he can scrub them away fast and recover what little he can. This could be a trap, after all. But if Thanos or anyone else yanked Bucky here from the past to distract him then they did a good fucking job.
'Distracted' was definitely not an inaccurate word to describe him currently.
"Jesus..." He sniffles hard and blinks back the residual tears. "Okay... Are you okay? Nevermind me, Buck. You're the one who... Who made a trip. Are you alright? Do you remember what might have happened?"
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His throat clogs with tears instantly as he feels rough skin against his own. The callouses that were healing too fast but that Steve didn't pay enough attention to back when he could. He knew the feeling of them so well. Sniper gun indents where, still as Bucky was, his hand couldn't help but shift against the rough metal and plastic. Steve wants to memorize them all over again. He wants to sketch them. Paint them. He wants to hold them in his own hand and never let them go again.
Is that possible? Steve doesn't know but it starts to become his next goal.
"I...I don't know..." It's the honest answer. The piece of metal from the shelf is in his pocket and Steve wants to show it to Bucky and explain but he also wants to never touch the damn thing ever again. If it explains how this man is here, now, who was to say it doesn't also have the power to send him home? And if that happens now, Steve is sure he will not survive it. He knows it deeper than he knows his own name.
Spit and glue.
"I don't know what happened... I was. I was just here. And then..."
Words are failing him. Steve shakes his head and just steps closer, his free hand pressing to Bucky's cheek and feeling the warm, living skin. His eyes lock on the other pair of blue and hold. Hold until the world goes blurry with the lack of blinking.
No. No, he realizes when he gives in and finally lets them close.
When he does, tears overflow down his cheeks. Steve inhales hard and steps back so he can scrub them away fast and recover what little he can. This could be a trap, after all. But if Thanos or anyone else yanked Bucky here from the past to distract him then they did a good fucking job.
'Distracted' was definitely not an inaccurate word to describe him currently.
"Jesus..." He sniffles hard and blinks back the residual tears. "Okay... Are you okay? Nevermind me, Buck. You're the one who... Who made a trip. Are you alright? Do you remember what might have happened?"