ᵇ ᵘ ᶜ ᵏ ʸ (followingyou) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-24 15:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, bucky barnes, steve rogers |
WHO: steve and bucky
WHERE: ballroom, then elsewhere
WHEN: backdated to Friday
WHAT: catching up on the future
STATUS: completed
WARNINGS: tbd
The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on Sam's couch. His stomach had been full and his skin warm from spending the entire day outside with Sam and Sarah's family friends. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been able to fall asleep so hard and so fast. When he woke up, he found himself on his feet in a dark hotel lobby. Crowne Plaza. Something in his mind opened up, like a book he'd forgotten, and started to pull memories he hadn't realized he'd lost out. It was an insane head rush and by the end of it, when all of it had poured out, he was so dizzy that he had to wobble his way to the front desk. But even if the computer there had been working, he wouldn't need it to tell him why he was here. He already knew. How long had it been this time? Hours? Days. Weeks? For Bucky, it had been over half a year since he'd seen Steve ...go. It had taken him that long to reconcile with the fact that he wouldn't see him again. Steve was finally living the life that he'd always wanted. Bucky couldn't be angry with him when he knew that Steve deserved that happiness. But he'd missed the hell out of his other half every day. Steve was at the hotel too. Or he had been. Was he still? There was only one way to find out. Even with the mess of his memories starting to mesh into a cohesive shape, it took him awhile to track Steve down. The storm at the hotel seemed like it was years ago instead of hours. When he did reach the ballroom, he lingered at the doorway. It was easy to spot Steve. Harder to step into the room and approach him. What if this was a dream? What if by the time he got to Steve, he'd disappear right before he could touch him? Fuck all. If it was a dream, at least he'd get to see Steve again. Bucky quietly crossed the room to him, running his hands nervously through his disheveled hair. When he was close enough that he could smell Steve's shampoo, he stopped. "Need a hand?" |