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After the commotion of their return, the gears quickly started turning. A lot of debriefs had to happen in a very short time, as they were all set to fly back to London in the morning. Steve’s had taken hours, and he knew that Bucky’s, after insisting that he was fine and didn’t need any medical attention (Steve was rather certain that he was telling the truth about the latter, but how alright Bucky really was remained to be seen), had as well. Steve had seen the look of exhaustion on his face when he’d come out, the one he had quickly smoothed over when he saw that Steve had spotted him.
The sun had gone down eventually, and after they had finally gotten cleaned up, Bucky had fallen into a conversation with a few of the men. So Steve had stolen away, another thing on his mind he still wanted to take care of.
Howard Stark, unsurprisingly, had a large tent of his own, a light illuminating from within, so Steve knew he was there. A little awkwardly he cleared his throat since he had no way of announcing himself with a knock.
“Mister Stark?”
