It's not as easy for them to sit like this like they used to. They're both larger men now. But it's familiar, Bucky's hand at Steve's back in case he had an asthma attack. Making the best of their army grade cots in the middle of the European winter. Huddled together for warmth.
Steve can think back to so many dreams he had that were like this. It's a much rarer thing here in reality. He shifts on the bed, leans more of his weight onto Bucky so they're closer.
"I know some of their grandchildren now. That's how it is though. Seeing ghosts in everyone who walks by, reminding me of the folks we left behind. Not you though. You're the only one who's been with me every step of the way." Never near enough, but following all the same. "Where d'you want to go once we get outta here?"
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Date: 2018-05-05 07:41 pm (UTC)Steve can think back to so many dreams he had that were like this. It's a much rarer thing here in reality. He shifts on the bed, leans more of his weight onto Bucky so they're closer.
"I know some of their grandchildren now. That's how it is though. Seeing ghosts in everyone who walks by, reminding me of the folks we left behind. Not you though. You're the only one who's been with me every step of the way." Never near enough, but following all the same. "Where d'you want to go once we get outta here?"