It showed just how far gone he was when he didn’t even notice the man approach him until he was right there before him on the other side of the table. Steve looked up slowly, dirty blond hair in his face as he did so. He brushed the hair aside and met the man’s gaze, seeing the beers in his hands. His table is littered with shot glasses and other empty bottles but he slowly nods his head slowly.
“I guess you’ve earned that much,” he said quietly, “seeing as how you managed to track me down and find me.” He leaned back in his seat, waiting for Bucky to sit down.
Bucky managed a slight smile, his face barely curving up because of the mixed emotions. It was Steve sitting in front of him, but it wasn’t Steve at the same time. “Been tracking you for a few weeks. Finally figured it was time to approach.” he explained. He set the beer down across from him, helping clear away the mess so that they were seated across from each other comfortably. “Do you know me?”
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