Juniper waited anxiously for a call from her sister. It’s hard having a twin who lives all the way across the globe. She went from talking to her every day, to staying up into the wee hours of the night waiting. Quietly, she tip toes out to the pool deck to get some fresh air as she hears the dial tone ring in her ear. No luck.
She notices a light on above her, with a man leaning against the railing. Steve. That must be the uneasy energy she has been feeling the past hour. It wasn’t uncommon for her to feel the anxious energies the night brought on. Her cellphone finally clicks, and her sister mumbles something. She is just going to have to wait. Turning around, she heads back into the compound and up the stairs toward Steve’s room.
Steve was quiet as he looked out at everything, lost in his memories, thinking of what he had missed while he’d been in the ice. He liked to think they had lived happy lives once they were home, that the war had ended and they had been able to go back to their families and live on. He looked at his glass, sighing softly. He paused when the door to his floor opened and turned enough to look over his shoulder at where Juniper stood. “Why are you up so late? Sister not call?” he asked, taking another sip from his glass.
Juniper laughs lightly as Steve asks about her sister. He knows her too well. She notices the drink in his hand, the crystal glass almost empty. He’s having one of those nights. Her smiles fades a little, wishing she could take is pain. “No, she’s probably off with a guy she just met. I’ll try again tomorrow.” She shuffles her feet awkwardly. Unsure of what to do next, she looks around his room. Normally it’s neat, but tonight the bed was unmade, there were papers scattered on the floor. “Can I come in?” she asks sheepishly.
Steve watched her for a moment, nodding a little. It was a feeling he was kind of familiar with. Or at least one he recognized. Before the serum, before the war, Bucky would disappear until the really late hours with various men and women. Steve would worry until Bucky came home, and only when Bucky was safe did he feel like he wasn’t quite as alone. The thought of the brunette made him sigh and take another sip, looking back out and waving with a hand that she could come in. “Nothing wrong with a little company.” he mused.
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