[Everyone's been telling him that Steve's coming back. His stuff didn't disappear, they say that means he'll be back in a few days, but Bucky waits and waits, and he doesn't come through that door. He finds a blanket, even though the closets kind of bother him he uses that when he has to, spreads it out in a corner of Steve's room, and keeps on waiting. He only sleeps when his body makes him, wakes more often than not, begins to resign himself to the fact that they were lying and Steve wasn't here. He knows that nobody can make him believe that this place is real, not even Steve, but it's a start and he needs it.
But then the door opens up; he's immediately on his feet, hand up in a fist, stance defensive.]
Steve.
[He drops his hand to his side, pressing his mouth into a firm line. Bucky knows he can't fool Steve, even after a few moments pass and he schools expression back into something manageable, that mask on again. He's relieved, visibly, and happy, too.]
They kept saying you'd come back, and I wanted to believe them.
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But then the door opens up; he's immediately on his feet, hand up in a fist, stance defensive.]
Steve.
[He drops his hand to his side, pressing his mouth into a firm line. Bucky knows he can't fool Steve, even after a few moments pass and he schools expression back into something manageable, that mask on again. He's relieved, visibly, and happy, too.]
They kept saying you'd come back, and I wanted to believe them.
[A slight step forward.]
You've got a lot of friends here.