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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] imfollowinghim) wrote 2014-08-15 02:34 am (UTC)

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Just paying you back for all that whining you did back when you got the flu. [Which isn't super fun to joke about sometimes, because Bucky can still remember being terrified of falling asleep, in case he woke up to find Steve cold and quiet and lifeless under the blanket.

Thank God for Dr. Erskine.

And he did have to live through that - being without Steve and knowing about what happened - for a little while, and it was horrible. It'd only been about a month between him dying and Steve showing up here, and it's probably embarrassing how badly he'd missed having him around. Bucky had missed him during basic and when he'd shipped out, too, but that had been kind of different. As much as he'd thought he was going to die in Italy, and in the factory, that had still felt different. At least Steve had been home and more or less safe, and he wouldn't blame himself for Bucky getting killed.

(Well, Steve probably would have found a way to feel guilty anyway, but Bucky'd like to think it'd be less crazy than it was now.)

This is different. Bucky had died watching Steve's back, and he'd known how badly his friend would be taking it, and it made the rest of it - dying, being dead, dealing with being out of alignment with everyone else when it came to things like technology and pop culture and everything else - harder than it needed to be.]


Yeah, well, you're lucky you've got someone who'll put up with your bullshit. [And would call you on it. Endlessly. That's his job.

Bucky reaches over to pat Steve's shoulder gently, affectionate, trying to solidify that yeah, he's here and real and all that.]


Missed you, too.

[Again, for the whole month he was here by himself.

It was a long month.]

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