Who: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes What: Checking in When: Saturday morning Where: The Barnes Home Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
He’d wanted to come out to see Bucky yesterday. After the news had broken that the man terrorizing their town was dead, his corpse correctly identified thanks to Diana, no one was willing to subject Darcy to doing it, it had taken everything in Steve not to hop on his horse and just ride out to the Barnes’ farm, pull the other man into his arms and soak up the relief. He’d instead sent everyone home to be with their families, their own friends if they had none in town, and gone to his sister’s house to see the woman he was to marry and reassure her that everything was over.
He’d given Kate the night with her husband and himself a night with Darcy, but he couldn’t say he hadn’t been thinking of Bucky the whole while.
It was early yet when he went out to the farm, very nearly passed Kate on her way into town on his way out and wouldn’t have had a good excuse to be headed that way if asked. He tied his horse to the front porch and made his way up the steps to knock, smiled brightly, in a way he hadn’t since long before all the murders started, when Bucky answered the door. Not even nerves would scare him away from seeing this man, not now. Not when everything was finally right again.
“I wanted to come sooner,” he explained rather than a greeting. “Didn’t seem right last night.”
And he’d wanted to be with Darcy as much as he’d wanted to see Bucky’s face. Steve had stopped trying to explain those sort of feelings.