Steve was prepared
for Bucky to be touch-averse, was prepared to regulate who he interacted with
his friend and take cues as much as he could.
But the first time
Bucky comes to his apartment after… everything, he hugs Steve tight and only
breaks off when Steve suggests he make himself comfortable. On Steve’s ratty
couch, he pulls a notepad and writes on it carefully.
-Thanks for agreeing to see me
“It’s no problem. I’m
glad you got into contact with me. I’m about to make coffee. You want some?”
Steve says. Bucky nods and starts to stand. “You don’t have to get up. I know
what I’m doing.”
Bucky gets up anyway,
and Steve is treated to the pressure of Bucky’s head on his shoulder while he
makes coffee. It’s unexpected, but terribly nice.
“So where have you
been living all this time?” Steve asks casually. An annoyed puff of air in his
ear. “Okay. You seem like you’ve been eating well, at least.”
If feels like Bucky
nods, and so they lapse into comfortable silence after a while. Bucky greatly
appreciates the coffee, but adds more milk than Steve remembers him favouring.
He scoots his chair so he’s beside Steve, not touching, but the proximity alone
is warm and as addictive as touch. After a moment, Bucky slides Steve a note.
-It was hard for me to see you, but I’m glad I’m here.
“Will you be staying?
You’re welcome here.”
Bucky shakes his
“At least stay for
dinner. I was going to watch The Seven Year Itch.”
Bucky shrugs, and
then nods with a smile. On the couch, he wraps around Steve, and settles when
Steve makes no move to push him off.