Who: Bucky, Steve and Logan What: Catching up Where: Steve's apartment then a bar in town When: After Bucky's scouted out the town. Rating: R for language and possible mentions of character death. Status: Closed, incomplete
He hadn't called. It was a small thing, but Steve had made the request and anytime someone failed Steve Rogers it was like yanking the whiskers off a kitten. Still, Bucky had put it off and put it off the closer he'd gotten to Steve's room, until he found himself outside the man's place without having given any warning at all. He wasn't enough of an ass to turn on his heel and just leave, but a guilty wave inside of him said that he'd in part done it on the off chance Steve wouldn't be home. Mere hours ago, he'd been trying to kill the man, and now here he was with a head full of memories that made him want to sink to his knees and keen, getting goddamn pancakes from his former target. From his best friend who'd been that target. Steve didn't deserve to deal with this shit.
That wasn't how this place would let it work, though. There wasn't anywhere to run. In some ways, the utter shift in reality made things a little easier to bear. Even Bucky, who was trained to think on his feet, was feeling off balanced in this small town that he'd been unceremoniously dumped into. Well, five minutes after arriving he was agreeing to help with looking out for a madman, so that part was plenty familiar. Steve sounded the call and Bucky, who'd been more than content to sit in the shadows indefinitely here, came running without pause. There were some things Bucky Barnes just couldn't do, and that was refuse a request to serve. Least of all when it came to Steve.
Shifting his feet, he raised his hand to knock when he sensed someone behind him. Spinning on his heel, tensed and at the ready, he barely relaxed when he saw the tall, solemn figure now in front of him. Steve, in casual clothing and looking tired but far better than how Bucky had left him a few hours ago. Ignoring the bags of food in his hands for the moment, Bucky lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Surprise." It was the best he had to offer as he fought to forget the images flashing in front of him. He could hold it together. "Shouldn't keep Logan waiting long. Guy's gonna drink up all the good draft." With that he started heading past Steve towards the stairs, pausing only because of his shoulder brushing against the other man's, solid and real. Steve was real, and all right, and here. Reaching up, he gave Steve's shoulder a tight squeeze before continuing on, not meeting his gaze, as always letting actions say enough.