ᵇ ᵘ ᶜ ᵏ ʸ (followingyou) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-03 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, bucky barnes, steve rogers |
WHO: bucky + steve
WHERE: their room
WHEN: april 3
WHAT: reaping rewards
STATUS: completed
WARNINGS: pg13
"What do you think of that John Constantine fellow?" Bucky lifted his head briefly from his spot on the floor between their beds. He was already in his pajamas (well, Steve's technically because he liked the feel of it better or so he stated) and lying on his stomach as he waited for the other to join him before they fell asleep. Steve had been true to his word and had helped set up a space for both of them there. A few pillows and blankets was all it took to help ease him into sleep that much easier. And having Steve close might have been a large factor. He'd recovered nearly all of his memories from before HYDRA had found him in the ice. The routine of the hotel helped but mostly it was Steve. Like always, his friend was right there with him through it all. Every bad dream. Every bad moment. Some days were harder than others. Some nights were longer. Steve would give him space when he needed it but was fast to his side when he asked. Lately, he'd been more ...demanding of Steve's time than usual. With more memories coming, Bucky's worst fear was forgetting them again. He'd started to write down as many of the important ones in a little book someone had offered to him over the network. Sketches of faces and buildings, either from memory or recent exposure, were scattered across the pages. Some were hastily drawn and others were given more detail depending on the memory. Names of people at the hotel or from back home were kept in a list on the back page, little x's next to them whenever he was able to remember something about them. A few had been filled in but there were some that remained blank. Bucky yawned and pulled out his little ponytail. He looked back down to his book that he'd laid out on the floor. With one of the pencils he'd gotten, he put a question mark next to the name Constantine. "I don't remember him here before. I remember Nat though." Memories would have to wait until morning, however. He had to fight against another yawn coming on as he closed the book and tucked it away under his pillow. It did bother him that he couldn't remember everything that had happened in the hotel. Especially when it came to Steve. It felt like the harder he tried, the more his mind resisted. Bucky couldn't help feeling that there was something important he ought to know and frankly, it pissed him off that the hotel was keeping it from him. Whatever it was, he guessed he just had to be patient. "Hurry up. Floor's getting cold." A joke. He'd been making more of those lately. Buck stretched out, then pulled his pillow underneath his chin. But he wouldn't close his eyes yet. No, they were stuck on Steve still. They were stuck on him a lot. Bucky tried not to make it obvious, especially whenever he was getting dressed or undressed. But there were also a lot of reflected surfaces in their hotel room so maybe he took a few liberties when he thought Steve wasn't looking. |