[Bucky does wind up taking a while in the shower, because he's replaying the morning over and over in his head, too. It had felt so real in those couple seconds, and he's been startled badly before by loud noises, or people touching him without warning - it had happened during the war, too, he'd almost broken Gabe's hand once when he'd tried to shake him awake after a particularly bad nightmare - but it still hadn't felt quite like that. Like for a second, he really was back in Italy.
By the time he steps out of the shower, his fingers are pruney and the bathroom mirror is all steamed up. He starts toweling himself off and almost absently wipes the steam away, glancing at his reflection quickly, and standing behind him there's-
Bucky whips around to look behind him, eyes wide and blood running cold for a second, because he could've sworn-
No. He didn't see anything. Just his face, and when he looks back, that's all he sees again. No one standing behind him. No Zola. He's on the Barge, in Steve's apartment, and he's safe.
(What's happening to him?)
He tosses his soaked uniform into the hamper and changes into the shirt and shorts, once again thrown off by how soft they are. Which isn't bad, but it's just kind of different, half remembered, and he does appreciate it.
Steve gets another smile when he comes back out of the bathroom and retrieves his sandwich before sitting down heavily on the couch, which still feels too soft sometimes, but he's getting used to it. He takes a bite before saying anything, and then might try talking with his mouth full a little.
At least he's holding his hand over his mouth in some semblance of politeness?] All yours. I'll save you a couple sandwiches.
[It's teasing, trying to reassure him that it's okay to look after himself instead of watching Bucky to make sure he's eating or taking it easy. Not that Steve will necessarily listen because he sucks at taking care of himself, but he still probably wants to get changed into dry clothes, at least.]
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By the time he steps out of the shower, his fingers are pruney and the bathroom mirror is all steamed up. He starts toweling himself off and almost absently wipes the steam away, glancing at his reflection quickly, and standing behind him there's-
Bucky whips around to look behind him, eyes wide and blood running cold for a second, because he could've sworn-
No. He didn't see anything. Just his face, and when he looks back, that's all he sees again. No one standing behind him. No Zola. He's on the Barge, in Steve's apartment, and he's safe.
(What's happening to him?)
He tosses his soaked uniform into the hamper and changes into the shirt and shorts, once again thrown off by how soft they are. Which isn't bad, but it's just kind of different, half remembered, and he does appreciate it.
Steve gets another smile when he comes back out of the bathroom and retrieves his sandwich before sitting down heavily on the couch, which still feels too soft sometimes, but he's getting used to it. He takes a bite before saying anything, and then might try talking with his mouth full a little.
At least he's holding his hand over his mouth in some semblance of politeness?] All yours. I'll save you a couple sandwiches.
[It's teasing, trying to reassure him that it's okay to look after himself instead of watching Bucky to make sure he's eating or taking it easy. Not that Steve will necessarily listen because he sucks at taking care of himself, but he still probably wants to get changed into dry clothes, at least.]