Who: Bucky and open What: Sunshine Where: The roof of Miguel’s building When: Sunday, early morning (can be a little later, he probably won’t move until mid-day) Open/Ongoing/No warnings yet
It had taken Bucky hours to actually go through the door. He wanted more information, wanted to know what he was walking into. To make sure there wasn't some retribution or consequence if you used the magic to step into another place. But when people had come and gone without harm or worry and he'd been able to figure more things out, he finally stepped through. It was late, so late it was early when he got there.
He wanted to see something.
He didn't leave Miguel's apartment building yet though, and instead just found his way on to the roof. He figured out which direction was East, because he remembered that was important, and then he sat, his legs hanging off the side of the building.
The city was loud, even at this time of day and Bucky wasn't sure he would want to be around it for long. Even when it was busy or at the highest capacity he'd seen it, the station had never been even close. For now though, it wasn't so bad, it made it feel new.
He had some memories, from before the station, but they were mostly fractured. Just clips and pieces of a world before. Most were from the island: moments with his family before they were lost or broken, schoolwork and classes with kids his own age, what it was like to play outdoors. Of Steve. He thought he might have a few vague thoughts from before, from New York in the 30s. But he was never sure if they were real or just fabricated based on stories people had told him. But most things before the station had all faded or been tinted by pain or nostalgia.
He looked out over the horizon, just as the sky had started to go light. He couldn't remember the sun. It had been so long and before they woke up on the station it had seemed so inconsequential. He'd never thought to stop and enjoy it because it was just there.
He watched it slowly rise, turning the sky from faded black and blue to a warm amber and pink that nearly took his breath away and he refused to close his eyes until he felt the warmth of it on his face. He didn't think he'd ever know that feeling again.
He shivered and let the tears that fell line their way down his face. The weight of the last days and weeks weighing on him as much as the sight amazed him. He was alone, no one would judge that weakness here. Even if, deep down, he wished he wasn't.