Bucky & Steve
Day 1 | Empire City | PG
Bucky runs across his best friend, who
has no idea who he is.
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Thing, Thing, Thing
It was an adjustment, having two sets of memories and a whole new city to live in. Bucky had gotten used to the chaos of Derleth, and the quiet. But after months of finding themselves in new worlds and different realities, he understood the longing for some stability.
It seemed the experiment had worked. It remained to be seen if this was a stable new timeline they were in, or something for them all to settle into.
He had an apartment. He had a job. He even had a motorcycle, which he supposed was for fun, since his work was well within walking distance of the apartment. There was even a decent coffee shop on the way.
That was where he'd glimpsed the short stature of Steve Rogers before. He'd looked, and by the time he'd done a double-take, the figure had been gone. Probably just a trick of his mind, he'd thought, but after the conversation with Kovacs, he wasn't so certain. Going back to the coffee shop after work had seemed like the logical thing to do, and somehow, it worked.
Bucky had just gotten his drink when he glanced out the shop windows and saw him again. This time, he knew it was no trick. That was Steven Grant Rogers. He looked healthier than he had in the 1930s, but the short, lean statue was otherwise the same.
Bucky hurried out of the shop. "Steve!" he called out. "Hey, Steve!"
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