This world is full of so many possibilities. Each living thing has an entirely unique experience. The sights they see, the sounds they hear. The lives they live are so complicated… a-and so simple. I can’t wait for you to join them
when steve is standing in bucky’s teeny tiny apartment I can’t imagine how he feels. there’s the little bed with the sleeping bag on it, the chipped tiles in the little kitchen, everything is so simple and worn down and I can’t fathom it. all I can think is that it probably looks far too much like their little apartment in brooklyn. tiny, barely one room. so steve has no trouble imagining buck in the space, living there.
but then I started to think about bucky. this is the time where he’s piecing his mind back together, regaining his memories. all I can think is, he did it on purpose. he wanted to feel safe and at home. the only memories he has, that are pleasant, are the ones that come from that little brooklyn apartment. that little space he shared with his little stevie, his best guy. everything is so little and nice and pleasant. this space reminds him of those memories and makes him feel content.
I don’t know. I have a lot of feelings about these boys.
“and all of a sudden I was a 16 year old kid in brooklyn again.”