WHO: Bucky Barnes (MCU) and Steve Rogers (MCU) WHAT: Hey, you're here too. Yup. WHERE: Outside of where Steve's living WHEN: Evening RATING: Low, maybe some swears and feels we'll see.
Everything was confusing and nothing made sense. Bucky was trying not to overthink, to venture into territory with no answers because he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere at the moment. He'd learned a few things in the short time he'd been there. Thinking smaller, to the more immediate situation surrounding him was also very confusing. In his welcoming with America, he'd learned that there was a Steve Rogers and a Tony Stark in what he'd also learned was now called Starklandia (really). He'd also found out that Stark knew him. He was guessing, based on a comment Stark made that meant that Steve knew him, too. Of course, immediately, he wanted to go to Steve because that was just sort of instinctual for him. But he hadn't, not yet. Honestly he didn't even know if Steve knew he was there, if Stark told him or anyone else. He doubted it, since Steve hadn't come looking for him. There was a reason Bucky was lurking, but he didn't think he could do it forever. He just needed to do some observation, first.
And he had. Which was exactly why he'd stayed away. Steve, who he was 99.9% sure was the Steve he'd known forever, was living with Tony Stark. He didn't really understand why that was, but that was Steve's business. Last he knew, they were at odds and a lot of that had to do with him -- Bucky. If Steve was trying to survive in this place with Stark, Bucky didn't want to cause problems with that. He didn't want to be the cause for a rift, again. But this place wasn't that big, and he'd engaged in a brief interaction with Stark that didn't immediately lead to a manhunt so he figured that would mean it was safe to talk to Steve. Maybe.
So he decided to wait. Outside, across from where he'd seen Steve and Stark coming and going. Bucky wasn't really sure what to think, say, or do. But he needed to see Steve. He needed to know where and when he was from, too. He leaned himself against a tree, waiting for some sort of sign of life to emerge -- hopefully of the Rogers variety, as opposed to the alternative.