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WHO: Bucky!Cap (FINALLY!)
WHERE: Medical bay on the Agrii ship (closed to Steve first, then anyone who wants to visit him later); on the network
WHAT: WAKING UP and some apparent brain fog? Hm, what's up with that...
WHEN: Return journey (current)
WARNINGS: N/A, will mark any threads as necessary

In the med bay (action/spam):
[Bucky wakes up slowly. Groggily. Like he's been put under and getting back to wakefulness is a slow, struggling slow through molasses. Everything feels heavy and his head is pounding halfheartedly as his eyes finally, finally struggle open and -

Where the fuck is he?

He jolts in the bed he's in, still feeling like he's been hit in the head with a sledgehammer but also like he's just been hit with a shot of pure adrenaline. Waking up confused, groggy, and with no idea of where he is is never ideal.]

Later, over the network:
[It's a little while after waking up that he actually gets on the network to try to catch up. But boy howdy, when he does…

You know what? He gives up about five minutes in and just clicks the video on.]

Okay. Somebody want to tell me what the ever-loving hell I just missed?

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Bucky rolls his eyes at Steve; "I said get out of here, not take a jog, you mook."

But the thing is... if Steve's concerned... Look. If Steve's concerned, then that doesn't bode well for Bucky's sense of panic, or lack thereof. Everything might be taking place very, very internally, but there are major alarm bells ringing right now, even as Steve passes some kind of scanner over him, and Bucky just hopes he even knows what the hell he's doing with it.

Also, that it tells Steve everything is fine. Bucky... really hopes everything is fine. Because if Steve is hiding shit from him, they're gonna have to have a talk.

"Sure," he says, "whatever the hell the Green Room is." He slides off the bed, steady on his feet (for what it's worth, Rogers), and gives Steve an expectant look.

Steve pauses as Bucky stands. He just stares at him for a second, eyes soft, before he's leaning in and wrapping his arms around him, tight. His face buries into his neck, breathing Bucky in and just remembering what it was like being close to him again. Having the man he loved back in his arms again.

"I missed you so bad, Buck," he admits softly into his skin. Steve's eyes close as he concentrates on his breathing and on not crying. It's hard but he can manage it.

"I was so scared you were really gone, this time. You got no idea..."

"Steve - " is all Bucky gets out, voice a little soft as his arms come pretty much automatically around Steve's waist, pulling him close, letting him get close.

God. He knows it felt like he'd just blinked, but that isn't what had happened, and he knows that, too. It's not how it works. He's been through this before. They've been through this before. Ad he can very, very easily imagine exactly how Steve had felt. What he'd been thinking.

It's so fucking unfair.

"Hey," he says softly, leaning close, pressing his cheek to the top of Steve's head. "Hey. I know. I know, and I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry this keeps happening. You know I want to stay with you."

Just like neither of them has much choice, in the end.

"You don't have to be sorry," he assures him. "I know it wasn't you. It wouldn't have been you. I know we would stay together if it was just up to us..."

Steve turns his head and kisses Bucky nice and slow this time. He is going to be doing that for awhile, now. Whenever he can. Bucky is just going to have to deal with it, but Steve is pretty sure he doesn't mind.

"But we're together now," he finally manages to get out as he pulls back and looks Bucky in the eyes. "You're here and I am gonna hold onto you with both hands because I am sick of missing the man I love and having all these regrets on my shoulders. No more. Absolutely no more."

But it never is up to them, and Bucky knows it. Steve knows it. They can't do a damn thing about it, though - and neither of them is the type to let a good thing pass them by, just because it might be lost tomorrow.

It doesn't make anything easier, though, and it doesn't do much to make Bucky less angry.

Here and now, though, he raises an eyebrow; he's not quite sure what kind of regrets Steve might have, but he isn't sure that asking about them is going to get him much of an answer, either. Steve tends to swing between playing his cards close to the vest and wearing his heart on his sleeve. Sometimes he manages both at the same time.

So, "Yeah," is all he says - he agrees, because living with regrets is shitty and he's done enough, too. "Yeah." He reaches up to touch Steve's face, then tilts his head toward the door. "Come on. You can hold on with both hands while we walk. I wanna make sure I still can."

He's itching to move, probably because he hasn't done it for quite a while now.

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