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“Can   everyone   just   cool   it?”

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"slut."

I get it from you.

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@captrogers || Cont from here.

The sigh of relief that left him when Steve actually closed the gap between them spoke volumes about how long James had waited for this. With their positions reverse, the soldier's hands wasted no time wandering past the captain's shoulders, allowing him to wrap his arms around the other's neck loosely. Metal hand came to rest against Steve's back while the other wandered up, fingers soon finding themselves gliding through strands of sandy blond. Sure, this wasn't his Steve - but with how much time he spent in his company, James had found himself falling in love with him all over again. A soft noise left his throat when the kiss was deepened, his tongue eagerly responding without hesitation. How he had found himself wondering if he tasted the same way, how his eyes always wandered over when Steve didn't look his way, observing him and taking note of all the small changes in how the other held himself, only for him to immediately look away the moment the captain turned back around, pretending that he wasn't staring too much.

With being lifted up, his legs had moved on their own, wrapping around Steve's waist in a secure hold. There was something in the way he was being held up like this, sandwiched between the other man's body and the wall behind him - he couldn't put his finger on why, but if anything, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it a bit too much. So when the kiss was broken to catch their breath, James had to resist the urge to close the distance again, to renew that kiss filled with hunger and desperation - a feeling so mutual. But with how the blonde moved them away from the wall, only to lay him down upon the table, the soldier's ocean blue eyes gazed up at Steve, removing his arms to allow him to take of his shirt- then his own. Hands hesitated to reach over, instead moving to press palms against the wooden table under him.

"No, it's alright." Those words were breathed out softly as his body arched up against those kisses - catching even himself off guard with how much his body seemed to act on its own. Was it because he was so touch starved? That he trusted Steve to not cross boundaries that they had discussed before? He knew the other wouldn't do anything to actually hurt him, that he cared deeply for his comfort and would make damn sure about it. Bucky's mind was focused on those kisses trailing down against his skin, his breath hitching slightly as one hand moved up to press its palm against his forehead as he turned his head to the side.

"I.. I was hesitating, because of the whole ordeal we have going on - the fact that I don't belong here.. I didn't want to get attached, trust me, but.. Mmn." Yet he grew attached. He grew attached because they had taken the time to learn about each other again, considering the differences in timelines that he came from, and was currently in. They didn't even know when the solution to this massive problem would be even found - it could be tomorrow, or it could be another few years. It already had been a couple ever since they asked Strange about it. And one could not mess with timelines even more than they were already being messed with.

“You've been so kind, so patient, so understanding of the situation.. I guess it was just a matter of time before those feelings came around once more.” The words were almost mumbled, ears having turned red from how embarrassing it was to admit these feelings. As Steve had moved lower, a small spark of excitement ran through James' body, causing his next words to get caught in his throat for just a moment.

“I'm afraid, Steve. I'm absolutely terrified of losing you again, despite I know well enough that I can't stay here forever. But I don't want to focus on that, I want to focus on the now.. On you and I. Even if we already know how it'll end.” It would end in heartbreak, that much he knew, but there was a chance that he could still keep these memories in his mind, close to his heart, and that alone mattered to him. Call him a little selfish for that, for that maybe he was looking at it as some sort of closure that he had never gotten in his own timeline – something that he held against himself so much for not having stepped forward when he needed to let his own feelings be known.

He shifted, pushing himself up so he could lean on his elbows, allowing him to look down toward Steve, half lidded gaze filled with longing.

“..Would you still indulge me?”

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Steve   knew   the   risk,   but   he   was   already   in   too   deep.   Despite   the   timelines   and   the   inevitable   heartache,   he   had   fallen   in   love   with   this   Bucky.   The   time   they   spent   together   had   stitched   their   lives   into   something   he   couldn't,   and   didn't   want   to,   break.   Steve   reached   out,   gently   brushing   a   stray   hair   lock   from   Bucky's   forehead.   "I   would,   Bucky,"   he   whispered.   His   voice   was   steady   despite   the   turmoil   inside.   "Every   moment   with   you   is   worth   whatever   comes   after."   Steve   captured   Bucky's   lips   again,   his   touch   tender   yet   fervent.   As   their   kiss   deepened,   he   slowly   moved   his   hands   to   undo   Bucky's   pants,   feeling   the   warmth   between   them   grow.   He   paused   for   a   moment,   pulling   back   slightly   to   meet   Bucky's   eyes.   "I   love   you,   Bucky,"   Steve   confessed,   the   words   carrying   all   the   weight   of   his   heart.   "No   matter   what   happens,   I   want   you   to   know   that."   Steve   knew   that   expressing   those   feelings   was   a   gamble,   especially   with   the   looming   threat   of   being   torn   apart   by   circumstances   beyond   their   control.   Yet,   he   couldn't   hold   back   anymore.   The   truth   needed   to   be   said,   even   if   it   meant   facing   heartache.

Steve   carefully   helped   Bucky   slide   his   pants   and   briefs   down.   Their   movements   are   synced   silently.   With   his   gentle   guidance,   he   guided   Bucky   in   turning   around   so   he   lay   softly   on   his   stomach   across   from   the   table.   Steve   smiled   as   he   admired   Bucky's   bare   form,   appreciating   the   trust   and   vulnerability   between   them.   He   leaned   in,   kissing   Bucky's   spine.   "You're   mine,"   Steve   murmured,   his   voice   a   mix   of   possession   and   tenderness   as   his   tongue   traced   a   path   down   Bucky's   back.   "No   one   else   gets   to   see   you   like   this,   feel   you   like   I   do,"   he   continued,   each   word   punctuated   by   a   kiss.   "I'll   protect   you   from   everything,   even   if   it   means   fighting   the   world."   Steve   sucked   gently   on   Bucky's   skin,   leaving   a   trail   of   tender   marks   as   he   moved   lower.   The   sight   of   Bucky   beneath   him,   so   open   and   trusting,   made   Steve's   heart   race   and   his   desire   grow.   His   body   responded.   His   cock   twitched   with   eagerness   and   longing.   He   pulled   back   and   quickly   undid   both   his   pants   and   briefs,   letting   them   slide   down   to   his   ankles   before   stepping   out   of   them.   The   cool   air   against   his   skin   heightened   his   senses.   Steve,   now   exposed,   took   a   steady   breath   as   he   prepared   to   guide   himself   forward.   He   gathered   some   saliva,   letting   it   drip   onto   his   hand   before   spreading   it   along   his   length   and   towards   Bucky's   entrance.   Carefully,   he   spread   Bucky's   cheeks   apart,   giving   him   comfort   and   care.

Steve   gently   eased   himself   inside   Bucky,   letting   Bucky   adjust   to   the   intrusion.   He   moaned   softly.   The   sensations   of   warmth   and   tightness   overwhelmed   him   at   that   moment.   Paused   to   make   Bucky   comfortable.   Steve's   mind   raced   as   he   considered   the   whirlwind   of   emotions   swirling   around   him.   He   knew   it   was   all   happening   so   fast,   but   the   thought   of   losing   Bucky,   of   not   having   this   moment   again,   urged   him   on.   With   a   gentle   shift,   he   whispered.   "Are   you   okay   if   I   move?"   Hoping   for   Bucky's   comfort   and   readiness.   Steve's   cock   felt   incredible   inside   Bucky,   surpassing   everything   he   had   imagined.   His   hands   roamed   over   Bucky's   back,   tracing   the   curves   of   his   muscles   as   he   moaned   softly,   savoring   the   intimacy   between   them.   As   his   hips   moved   slightly,   he   was   mindful   of   Bucky's   responses,   allowing   the   rhythm   to   build   naturally   between   them.   Steve's   fingers   tangled   gently   in   Bucky's   hair,   feeling   the   silken   strands   slip   through   his   grasp.   He   groaned   deeply,   overwhelmed   by   the   intensity   of   their   connection   and   the   sheer   pleasure   coursing   through   him.   "You   feel   incredible."   Steve   breathed,   his   voice   rough   with   emotion,   as   he   savored   every   exquisite   moment   shared   between   them.  

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"Steve.." The other's name rolled off his tongue so easily as his hands reached over, taking a light hold of the captain's shirt as Bucky pressed himself against him. Steve's presence was so intoxicating at times - it was a miracle that it took this long before the brunette pinned the other against the nearest wall. He exhaled softly, brushing his lips against the blonde's, closing his eyes for just a moment before blue met blue once more. Fingertips let go of the other's shirt so they could travel upward, coming to rest upon Steve's shoulders.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting..?" [I'm not sorry.]

Steve's   heart   raced   as   he   looked   into   Bucky's   eyes,   feeling   the   weight   of   all   the   unspoken   words   between   them.   He   had   longed   for   this   closeness,   for   the   chance   to   be   something   more   to   Bucky   than   just   a   friend   or   comrade.   Yet,   doubt   lingered,   a   constant   reminder   of   the   risks   involved,   but   in   that   moment,   all   he   wanted   was   to   erase   them   and   be   what   Bucky   needed.   Steve   took   a   leap   of   faith,   closing   the   gap   between   them   as   he   captured   Bucky's   lips   with   his   own   in   a   kiss   filled   with   all   the   passion   and   unspoken   words   that   had   been   building   between   them   for   years.   The   world   around   them   faded   away,   leaving   only   the   two   of   them   in   that   moment.   With   new   resolve,   Steve   shifted,   reversing   their   positions   to   pin   Bucky   against   the   wall,   his   strong   arms   encircling   the   man   he   had   loved   for   so   long.   Steve   deepened   the   kiss,   his   lips   moving   with   a   fervor   that   spoke   of   years   of   longing   and   unspoken   affection.   God,   he   loved   Bucky   -   his   love   for   him   began   back   when   they   were   just   two   boys   in   Brooklyn,   navigating   a   world   that   seemed   so   much   bigger   than   them.   His   tongue   forced   its   way   into   Bucky's   mouth   hungrily,   desperate   to   convey   his   feeling   in   a   way   that   words   could   not   express.   Steve's   hands   moved   down   to   grip   Bucky's   thighs,   lifting   him   effortlessly   as   Bucky   instinctively   wrapped   his   legs   around   Steve's   waist.   Still   pinning   him   against   the   wall,   Steve   held   Bucky   securely,   their   bodies   pressed   tightly   together. 

Steve's   lips   never   left   Bucky's   as   he   continued   their   heated   embrace,   only   pulling   back   momentarily   to   catch   his   breath.   With   a   determined   glint   in   his   eyes,   he   maneuvered   Bucky   away   from   the   wall,   ignoring   the   chaos   around   them   as   they   knocked   over   plans   for   the   current   mission.   Carefully,   Steve   laid   Bucky   on   the   table,   the   scattered   papers   attesting   to   the   urgency   of   their   unfulfilled   connection.   Steve   pulled   his   lips   back,   his   breath   mingling   with   Bucky's   as   he   swiftly   removed   his   own   shirt,   tossing   it   aside   without   a   second   thought.   He   then   focused   on   Bucky,   deftly   unbuttoning   his   shirt   and   sliding   it   off   his   shoulders.   This   revealed   the   familiar   scars   and   contours   Steve   memorized.   Once   the   shirt   was   discarded,   Steve   leaned   in   to   gently   kiss   Bucky's   chest.   "I'm   sorry   for   making   you   wait   all   these   years,"   Steve   whispered   against   Bucky's   skin,   his   voice   thick   with   emotion.   "I   should   have   told   you   sooner   how   much   you   mean   to   me."   Steve   continued   to   trail   kisses   along   Bucky's   skin,   each   touch   a   silent   promise   of   the   love   he   had   kept   hidden   for   too   long.   "But   I'm   committed   to   making   it   up   to   you   now..."   He   murmured,   his   voice   tender   yet   resolved,   as   he   moved   lower   with   unyielding   affection.   "I'll   show   you   every   day   how   much   you   mean   to   me."   He   vowed,   letting   his   actions   speak   louder   than   his   words   ever   could.

[owinterer]

Where are you from?

Those words made the soldier pause. Steve was smart - and James was a fool for trying to play it off, thinking it'd work. A frown found its way upon his face rather quickly before he sighed. If that was how it was going to go, then he couldn't try to walk around the massive fucking problem that was just this whole ordeal. He closed his eyes, bringing a hand up to his forehead as he tilted his head to the side. Yeah, still a terrible liar if you knew him perfectly. Whatever, he would move on from this slip up rapidly.

"Look, I had to try, alright?" He finally sighed. "Ain't the first time I've been tossed around, but this time it seems more alarming, considering what you've just said." His voice was barely above a whisper, mostly to keep other bystanders from listening to their conversation. Sure, it was a bit shocking to hear that in this timeline, he was dead, but at the same time, anything could be possibly nowadays with this multiverse crap that he heard about - and, sadly, experienced. James took a moment to look over his shoulder, blue eyes carefully scanning their surroundings before he reached up, taking his sunglasses from where they hung on his shirt, only to put them back on.

Yeah, it was better if he kept those on for the time being. At least it would hide one of his more easily recognizable features - pale blue eyes that seemingly stared into your soul.

"Glad to see that you're always thinking ahead." He commented, voice soft though a saddened smile would be the only thing that would show itself on his lips. That was something that he had terribly missed, how quick Steve always was to come up with something when a problem arose. His heart ached, ached so badly but he knew better than to wear his heart on his sleeve. Years of keeping things to himself, knowing that it was better handled this way, mostly so that he didn't burden others - it was something that he tried to not do, but old habits would die hard, especially in the face of someone that cared so deeply.

And someone that he, himself, cared so deeply for.

"Mm." the hum was low in his throat. "Makes sense." A nod followed those words. If there was anyone that would have a damn clue about how to get him back into his own timeline, it'd be Strange. It was better to avoid anyone else, too, they couldn't know that he was around -- he didn't want to think about what it'd cause in terms of damage, honestly. He felt a shiver jump down his spine at the thought. No, think about something else, he told himself as he refocused his attention.

Shove everything back, focus on what was happening and later think back on everything that was felt.

"Lead the way, pal." 

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Steve   gave   a   reassuring   nod   and   started   walking,   leading   the   way   with   a   steady   stride.   Even   with   his   calm   demeanor,   his   mind   was   racing   with   questions   and   worries   about   the   implications   of   their   current   situation.   He   couldn't   help   but   wonder   what   it   would   mean   for   both   of   them   if   things   went   awry,   but   his   resolve   to   help   his   friend   remained   unshaken   as   they   approached   his   nearby   apartment.   As   Steve   pulled   out   his   key,   a   memory   flashed   before   his   eyes-   him   and   Bucky,   younger   and   full   of   hope,   standing   in   the   same   hallway.   He   could   still   hear   Bucky’s   infectious   laugh   echoing   in   his   mind,   and   it   sent   a   shiver   down   Steve's   spine.   The   apartment   had   been   their   home,   a   place   where   they   could   be   themselves,   and   the   thought   of   those   simpler   times   brought   a   bittersweet   smile   to   his   face.

"Sorry   about   the   state   of   the   place."   Steve   murmured   as   he   turned   the   key   in   the   lock.   "It's   not   quite   what   it   used   to   be."   He   hesitated   for   a   moment,   his   gaze   softening   as   he   glanced   back   at   Bucky.   The   apartment,   once   filled   with   laughter   and   friendship,   now   felt   like   a   hollow   shell,   a   reminder   of   what   had   been   lost.   As   the   door   swung   open,   Steve   was   immediately   greeted   by   Alpine,   the   small   white   cat,   glaring   up   at   him   with   an   unmistakable   look   of   displeasure.   Her   soft,   insistent   meows   filled   the   entryway,   expressing   her   annoyance   at   his   prolonged   absence.   Steve   chuckled   softly,   bending   down   to   scratch   her   behind   her   ear.   "I   know,   I   know."   He   said   apologetically. 

"I'm   sorry   I   kept   you   waiting."   Alpine   had   been   Bucky's   pride   and   joy,   a   little   furball   that   had   somehow   managed   to   worm   her   way   into   the   heart   of   even   the   most   hardened   soldier.   When   she   first   met   Steve,   she   had   been   wary,   her   green   eyes   watching   him   with   a   suspicion   that   bordered   on   disdain.   But   over   time,   the   shared   absence   of   Bucky   had   forged   a   bond   between   them;   they   were   both   left   with   a   void   that   only   Bucky   had   filled.   Steve   had   never   had   the   chance   to   tell   Bucky   how   much   he   truly   meant   to   him,   but   in   Alpine,   he   found   a   connection   to   the   man   they   both   loved   and   missed   dearly.

Steve   got   up,   closing   the   door   once   Bucky   entered,   before   heading   to   the   kitchen   to   get   Alpine   her   dinner.   The   small   cat,   however,   remained   near   the   door,   her   eyes   wide   open   as   she   stared   at   Bucky.   She   was   trying   to   comprehend   this   familiar   yet   different   version   of   her   owner.   Steve   watching   her   with   a   knowing   smile,   understanding   the   confusion   she   must   have   felt.   As   Alpine   approached   Bucky,   brushed   against   his   legs   and   let   out   soft   purrs,   as   if   marking   him   with   her   scent.   Her   small   meows   were   filled   with   curiosity   and   recognition,   acknowledging   this   new   yet   familiar   presence.   Steve   settled   her   dinner   down   in   her   bowl,   but   Alpine   seemed   determined   to   stay   close   to   Bucky. 

She   climbed   onto   his   shoulder,   her   little   face   nudging   his   affectionately.   Steve   watched   the   tender   moment   before   clearing   his   throat.   A   hint   of   sadness   in   his   voice.   "I'm   sorry."   He   said   softly.   "It   hasn't   been   the   same   without   him."   Steve   sighed,   remembering   how   Alpine   would   cry   for   Bucky,   her   meows   echoing   through   the   apartment   with   a   heart-wrenching   intensity.   It   had   been   so   bad   that   Steve   often   had   to   hold   her   close,   offering   comfort   even   when   she   squirmed   and   resisted.   Those   moments   had   been   their   shared   solace,   a   way   to   cope   with   the   aching   absence   of   the   one   they   both   missed   dearly.   "Is   your   Alpine   like   this   too?"   Steve   asked,   his   voice   tinged   with   curiosity   and   melancholy.   "Does   she   act   the   same   way   when   you're   not   there?"

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He had become used to busy streets, so to just see how empty they were, it caused James to be rather wary. Something felt strange, rather off, but he couldn't put his finger onto why. And because of that, he had made sure to keep himself somewhat well undercover - hair partly tied in a messy bun, a pair of sunglasses worn to hide his eyes, a jacket that was a shade lighter due to being worn yet still held firm from what had been probably years of wear and tear and a pair of gloves to make sure that his metal arm was out of sight entirely. It was perfect - at least, to the eyes of those that knew nothing of him, but he did not expect to be recognized the moment he dipped his glasses low enough to take a better look at some newspaper stand. He froze, knowing that voice all too well despite how many years it had been since he had actually heard it. Even if it was barely a whisper - he could hear it. He knew the other knew he could hear him, that enhanced hearing from the serum never failed him.

And he wished, he so wished that it would have failed him in this moment. He stood still for a moment, avoiding glancing over to the source of that voice - toward Steve.

The soldier found himself frowning, brows furrowing as his eyelids fell half shut before he eventually looked over, blue eyes meeting almost matching blues. It was indeed him - Steve Rogers. And he seemed just as surprised to see him, too. James's lips parted to let out a breath but he found himself taking a small step back when the other came closer, his voice dying in his throat as he was pulled into a tight embrace. Eyes wide, unsure if he should even return the gesture, the brunet found himself feeling a variety of emotions.

From his body screaming to push him away, that it was just his imagination and it was better to walk away, to his mind being flooded with too many memories - their time back in Brooklyn, when Steve had saved him and many others from Hydra, to their missions together, to when he fell from that train.. Then to their reunion decades later under that bridge. It was overwhelming, too overwhelming that he hated the fact all he could do was stand there, tense, unable to process what to do in this situation.

All because of he recalled that Steve was supposed to be dead. He wasn't supposed to be here. So what the hell was this?

“Steve…?” His voice was quiet but loud enough to be heard by the other soldier. A faint tremble went through his limbs as he tried to take control of his body once more, his aversion to touch be damned. His left hand would rise up, taking his sunglasses off before he returned the embrace, just as tight as his eyes fell shut. It was real - very real. 

This wasn't some sort of illusion, even less an hallucination from his mind. This was Steve, in flesh.

He couldn't find words to express anything, remaining quiet - at least, until the blonde pulled away. He remembered – remembered how physical contact made him feel when it overstayed its welcome, but James would forgive him for the time being. There was more pressing matters at hand than that. Taking a step back, he carefully hung his sunglasses from the collar of his shirt before his right hand came up to rub at the bridge of his nose. Focus, Bucky, focus. His gaze eventually returned up to Steve's face, yet avoided full on eye contact, as the other spoke, the question making the brunet blink once, then twice. 

How is this possible?

It made him realize a single thing. This wasn't his time. Far from it. He scratched at his cheek rather sheepishly as he pursed his lips for a moment, his gaze lowering to his feet. Should he say anything that he knows? He would have to be careful with his questions and answers, wouldn't he? 

“I'm not sure what you mean with that, Steve.” James finally spoke out after taking a moment to think it over. Considering the shock, the disbelief and the joy that he had noticed cycling through the other's blue eyes and face, he could perhaps make a guess of where he had landed and it made a shiver of dread crawl up his spine, causing the soldier's hands to toy with the fabric of the end of his jacket's sleeves before stuffing them into its pockets. No, he couldn't show that he was this nervous, not at all, it would bring only more questions to a conversation that would be long.

And god he hated having too much to talk. He hated talking.

“How is what possible?” He dared to echo the question, trying to brace himself for whatever the answer would be. That terrible feeling that he was sensing, it made him feel like any word that he spoke were trying to squeeze out of his throat - they felt heavy on his tongue, on his mind, as blue eyes carefully examined Steve's face to keep track of the various little changes within it - some sort of way to make sure he wasn't going to interpret the situation wrong. That was the last thing that he'd want to do.

He just hoped - hoped that this wasn't what he thought it'd be.

[captrogers]

Steve's   lips   curled   into   a   small,   knowing   smile,   relief   and   recognition   washed   over   his   features.   He   wasn't   stupid,   the   clues   were   all   there,   and   this   Bucky   was   indeed   from   another   timeline.   This   was   a   version   of   a   friend   he   never   thought   he   would   encounter.   "Where   are   you   from?"   Steve   asked   calmly,   not   wanting   to   frighten   this   version   of   Bucky.   He   knew   that   meddling   with   timelines   could   have   unpredictable   consequences,   as   Tony   had   warned   him.   This   Bucky's   presence   might   disrupt   the   delicate   balance   of   their   reality.   Steve   couldn't   help   but   feel   a   mixture   of   nostalgia   and   sadness,   seeing   Bucky   looking   just   as   he   did   before   his   tragic   end.   It   was   as   if   time   had   folded   in   on   itself,   bringing   him   back   a   piece   of   the   past   he   had   long   mourned. 

He   wondered   what   stories   this   Bucky   carried   with   him,   what   trials   he   had   faced   in   his   own   timeline,   and   whether   they   could   form   a   connection   that   transcended   the   boundaries   of   their   separate   realities.   Steve   sighed   softly.   "I   see   even   in   another   timeline,   you're   still   a   horrible   liar."   He   said   with   a   teasing   smile.   The   familiarity   of   Bucky's   deception   attempt   brought   back   memories   of   their   youth,   when   Steve   could   always   tell   when   Bucky   wasn't   telling   the   whole   truth.   It   was   comforting   in   a   way,   a   reminder   that   some   things   remain   unchanged   no   matter   the   time   or   place.

Steve   couldn't   shake   the   feeling   that   there   was   a   significant   reason   behind   this   encounter.   Was   Bucky   sent   here   for   a   purpose,   or   was   it   a   mere   accident   of   cosmic   proportions?   Steve's   mind   was   racing   with   possibilities,   but   one   thing   was   clear.   He   needed   to   find   out   why   Bucky   had   appeared   in   his   world   and   what   it   meant   for   both   their   futures."Even   if   you   don't   know   how   you   ended   up   here,   you   need   to   understand   the   impact   of   your   presence,"   Steve   continued,   his   tone   turning   serious.   "In   this   timeline,   your   death   was   a   turning   point,   something   that   shaped   the   course   of   events   dramatically. 

Having   you   here   could   change   everything,   for   better   or   worse."   Steve   hoped   Bucky   would   grasp   the   gravity   of   the   situation   and   work   with   him   to   uncover   the   reason   behind   his   unexpected   arrival.   He   couldn't   help   but   remember   the   day   Bucky   sacrificed   himself   to   save   the   Avengers   and   the   Thunderbolts.   It   was   a   selfless   act   that   cemented   his   legacy   as   a   hero.   Steve   always   knew   Bucky   was   destined   for   greatness,   even   when   others   doubted   him.   The   memory   of   that   fateful   day   was   bittersweet,   filled   with   pride   and   sorrow.   Now,   seeing   this   alternate   Bucky,   Steve   wondered   if   fate   offered   closure.

Steve's   heart   ached   as   he   looked   at   this   version   of   Bucky,   a   painful   reminder   of   all   the   words   left   unspoken   between   him   and   his   own   Bucky.   There   was   so   much   he   wished   he   could   have   said,   apologies   and   gratitude   that   never   found   their   voice.   The   presence   of   this   alternate   Bucky   only   deepened   the   void   of   what   was   lost,   making   Steve   wonder   if   he'd   ever   find   peace   with   the   past   he   couldn't   change."We   need   to   find   a   way   to   get   some   answers."   Steve   said,   his   mind   already   formulating   a   plan. 

"Strange,   they   might   be   able   to   help   us   understand   how   you   ended   up   here."   But   until   then,   we   need   to   keep   you   out   of   sight.   If   anyone   sees   you,   it'll   raise   too   many   questions,   and   the   consequences   could   be   disastrous."   Steve   knew   they   had   to   tread   carefully   to   avoid   altering   their   delicate   world   balance.   "We   can   head   to   my   place   for   now,"   Steve   said,   glancing   around   to   ensure   they   weren't   being   watched.   It   would   provide   them   with   a   secure   environment   to   strategize   their   next   steps   without   attracting   unwanted   attention.   "Once   we   are   there,   we   can   figure   out   the   best   way   to   approach   Strange   and   get   the   answers   we   need."

[captrogers]

cont.

@owinterer

Steve's     eyes     widened     in     disbelief,     his     mind     racing     to     process     the     sight     before     him.     This     couldn't     be     real     -     Bucky     was     supposed     to     be     gone,     lost     in     time     and     tragedy.     Yet     here     he     was,     standing     right     in     front     of     him,     looking     bewildered.     Steve     took     a     cautious     step     forward,     desperately     trying     to     reconcile     this     impossible     reality.     His     voice     barely     a     whispered     as     he     said.     "Bucky?"     He     couldn't     mistake     that     unruly     hair     and     those     piercing     eyes,     not     even     after     all     these     years.     Memories     flooded     back,     each     one     reinforcing     the     undeniable     truth     that     this     was     indeed     his     old     friend.     "It's     really     you,     isn't     it?"     Steve's     voice     was     filled     with     a     mix     of     hope     and     disbelief,     as     if     speaking     too     loudly     might     shatter     the     fragile     moment.     Overcome     with     emotion,     Steve     closed     the     distance     between     them     and     pulled     Bucky     into     a     tight     embrace,     holding     onto     him     as     if     afraid     to     let     go.     Tears     welled     up     in     his     eyes     as     the     reality     of     the     reunion     slowly     sank     in.     He     didn't     care     about     how     or     why,     only     that     Bucky     was     here,     alive     and     real.     The     mysteries     of     the     universe     could     wait,     for     now,     all     that     mattered     was     that     they     were     together     again.

Steve     clung     to     the     moment,     savoring     the     relief     and     joy     of     having     his     friend     back,     unwilling     to     let     anything     spoil     this     unexpected     reunion.     Steve     quickly     pulled     back,     realizing     that     he     might     have     overwhelmed     Bucky     with     his     sudden     embrace.     There     were     so     many     questions     swirling     in     his     mind,     each     begging     for     an     answer.     "How     is     this     possible?"     Steve     asked,     his     voice     filled     with     urgency     and     curiosity,     eager     to     understand     the     miracle     unfolding     before     him.     Bucky     had     been     presumed     dead     after     a     mission     with     the     Avengers     went     catastrophically     wrong,     and     the     guilt     had     haunted     Steve     ever     since.     He     had     replayed     those     final     moments     countless     times     in     his     mind,     wondering     if     he     could     have     done     something     differently     to     save     his     friend.     To     see     Bucky     standing     here     now,     alive,     was     like     a     dream     Steve     never     dared     to     hope     for,     and     it     filled     him     with     a     sense     of     overwhelming     relief     and     joy     he     could     hardly     express.