Who: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes What: Talking ... again. Where: Clint and Phil's When: Saturday, September 27th Rating: N for Nervous
He could find reasons to be nervous, all over again. Reasons to be angry. Reasons to be upset. Reasons to run around in circles, screaming, though that wasn't ever productive, even if it was satisfying. Instead of letting any of that happen, though, what Steve did was ignore it all and proceeded to spend a sleepless night cleaning out the mess of a couple of months of neglect out of an apartment he was told was his. Barely settled and out of time, all over again. At least it was barely a blip this time around. It did decide him, though, that whatever happened the next day, he wanted out of this apartment. It may actually have belonged to him, in a weird, can't remember way, but it didn't feel like it and he wasn't going to play that role. Even if it was to play the part of himself.
He also reasoned that it didn't have to make sense to anyone else, even himself, and he was allowed to be irrational, at least for a night.
When Saturday turned up, he washed up and pulled on clothing he thought he could remember, eyed the underwear with deep mistrust, and stuffed his feet into his own boots. He remembered the boots.
He was halfway to the other apartment before turning around and, now muttering, took a roundabout detour to a bakery. It meant turning up nearly an hour later than he wanted, but he turned up with a white box tied with red twine in his hands and his heart in his throat as he leaned on the buzzer.