It was past bed time. All the kids were tucked away in their rooms, sleeping the innocent sleep. Bucky was a few steps out the front door, in one of the cutaways that allowed you to look out onto the park, and up at the stars. Slowly indulging in the one vice he couldn't shake. Especially since Mouse had vanished.
No. Not vanished, just gone back to her time. Her time where it was nice on the island, everything was lush, and Peggy was still there. Or that was the way he liked to imagine it.
Bucky stood there in pajama bottoms and a simple white shirt, feet bare because he had been laying in bed. His long hair tied back in a loose messy tail, more to keep it out of his face, than anything fashionable.
He tamped out the cigarette when he heard Steve calling out. Stuffing the half stick back into the pack and tucking that in his waist band. "Steve, Steve, I'm out here." He quick stepped to the door, which had been kept open with a chair. "I'm here."