Bucky had tried to stay awake. Tried. It didn't work. He woke in his room, as per usual.
He sat up. His room. Not the abandoned building he'd been holed up in before his arrival at the hotel. The portrait on the wall was gone, but his blue jacket still hung on the back of the door, and his dog tags were on the night table.
Of course, as every week, he was back in the black uniform he hated, but that was a moot point right now. He was still here.
He rolled out of bed and headed for the door. Stevie and Kate were gone, that had already happened but, as Diana had told him, reminded him, there were still others here that he needed. That needed him.
What if Steve was gone?
That little thought made him freeze, and then Bucky started running for the stairs. Just as he was turning the corner, he crashed into another body running towards him. Sudden pain in his face blinded him for an instant. He was running too fast, the body he'd crashed into the same, and they fell in a tangle of limbs. Instinct took over, and he rolled into the figure he'd crashed into, blinking hard past the stars in his field of vision.