There were so many men, in varying degrees of poor health and they bottlenecked as they unloaded. He looked at face after face, losing hope with every man who passed him until finally he caught a glimpse of someone. His face was in shadow, a blanket around his shoulders and Steve dodged a reporter to get closer, tracking him until the moonlight hit his face just right.
He opened his arms long before Bucky reached them, the two hurtling together like there was a magnet right in the depth of them that snapped one to the other. Steve was rough, rougher than you should have been with a man returning from war, hugging him fiercely and placing a kiss against his temple. "It's never the end," Steve agreed softly.
Steve held his face as he gave his cheek a gentle slap. "You had me real worried there," he said quietly as the scene brightened slightly from the flash from a camera exploded in the background.