Steve nodded slowly. “I wanted to go back to Brooklyn but… it’s not the same anymore and I wouldn’t even begin to know where to start looking for an apartment or a home of any kind, honestly. Hotels were easier. I could move around whenever I needed to do so.” He shifted as Bucky sat beside him. “I’m glad you found me, too.”
Bucky moved to lay his hand on Steve’s thigh, quiet for a moment. “The world isn’t the same.” he replied, a twinge of regret in his voice as he sat beside Steve. “We don’t need a permanent place, though, right?” he asked after another long moment. “We didn’t need a home back during the war, we just needed each other.” He moved to lean against Steve, resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder. “We only need each other to be home, right?”
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