putting the pieces together.

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Steve wasn’t..well, he wasn’t really sure what brought him out here. Perhaps, he was just enjoying the freedom, the ability to do whatever he wanted, the fact that he was no longer under Hydra’s control. It was..it was amazing. He didn’t have to worry. He wasn’t just an asset anymore, but a person. A person that barely remembered his past, but..a person, still.
At least now he remembered his name. When he was born. Where he had lived. At least he remembered fighting alongside…Bucky. A little, anyways. Not as much as he’d like to, but he figured getting everything back would take a while. A long, long while.
But, when he heard his name, he blinked, turning his head slightly. Speak of the devil.
Just looking at Bucky’s face brought back flashes of things. Stolen kisses when they were sure no one was looking, whispered I love you’s in the dead of night–
Oh, geeze.
He figured, well, slightly remembered that they had had something, but it was always a little off putting when the memories came back, as small as they were. In fact, he almost looked skittish because of it, like an animal ready to bolt, but he wouldn’t. Not this time. He wanted to remember. He wanted Bucky back in his life. That much he knew, but..he couldn’t help but be a little paranoid that Bucky would hate him.
“…Bucky,” he muttered after a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip. “I, uh..a while. I guess. I’m just..trying to..to gather myself,” he mumbled, absently kicking at the ground. He felt a little awkward. After all, the last time they had seen each other, Steve had been trying to kill him. “Um–I–” He didn’t know what to say, really, so he just shut up, glancing away slightly.

Lord give him strength. It was so hard to not close the distance between them. To not grab him and pull him close and just HOLD him. Bucky needed to know that this was all actually happening. That this wasn’t just a figment of his imagination that had been brought to life by his need to see Steve again.

But, as much as he wanted to do all of those things, he remained stood where he was, forcing his hands into his jacket pockets to keep them busy. Though…he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering over Steve’s body. Christ, he looked like SHIT. Then again, he probably didn’t have a place to stay. He HAD been kept by Hydra for years, after all.

‘I’m just..trying to..to gather myself,’

Those words kept repeating inside of his head and his heart broke a bit more every time.

“…How much do you remember?” He really didn’t want to ask, but he had called him by his name. He had to know. “I…could help, if you want me to. I was about to head back to my place. You’re..free to come with me if you’re okay with it.”

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