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It had been a rough night. A successful night filled with breakthroughs and triumph, but rough.
Exhausting.
Despite initially wishing to refuse, Sterling was happy he had taken Bucky up on the offered ride home. All he had to do was hold on for dear life and put his trust in the man he had just met moments before on the most vulnerable night he'd had in years. No big deal.
Though if anyone understood how he felt, even if he didn't know the extent yet, it was James Buchanan Barnes.
He sighed heavily as he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, finally home. He buried his face in both of his hands and attempted to rub the tired from his very soul, but it was no use. The night had nearly claimed him. Wouldn't be long now before he crashed, he could feel it.
"Thank you so much for the ride. I cannot tell you how much that means to me. I'd probably have fallen asleep if I'd taken the bus or a lyft. Motorcycle certainly woke me up enough to get me home. Can I get you something? Water? Something to eat? I don't have much but any way I could thank you, it's yours."
