Steve nodded slowly. “Then we hotel jump for a little while longer before we figure out a place to live,” he answered, leaning in to kiss Bucky in return. “I’m glad you’re back with me. It was starting to get lonely…”
“Sounds like a plan if we ever needed one.” Bucky nodded, smiling into that kiss and running a hand through his lover’s hair again. “I’m glad you waited for me once you knew I was alive.” he was quiet, not wanting to think about the idea he’d had for a long time about whether Steve would be waiting when he finally felt like he could go home. “I have something,” he said, moving to the small backpack he carried with him. Unzipping it, he opened it and pulled out a leather bound journal. “Bak in Bucharest…when you asked why I saved you, I wasn’t entirely lying when I told you I didn’t know. Back then, I didn’t. I just knew for whatever reason, I couldn’t stand you dying, it hurt deep, and I didn’t understand it. I went looking for answers. After that, well, things started coming back, so I wrote about it to you.” he explained, leaning back a little to drape an arm over Steve’s shoulders.
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