Steve had dreams about this moment. It was the stuff that his fantasies were made of. He got by on these for the last year, and suddenly it was very much real.
Steve was waiting for the other shoe to drop quite honestly. He wanted nothing more than to pull Bucky back in, and kiss him like his life depended on it.
He looked up at his friend, smiling back. "Why?" He asked softly.
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Steve was waiting for the other shoe to drop quite honestly. He wanted nothing more than to pull Bucky back in, and kiss him like his life depended on it.
He looked up at his friend, smiling back. "Why?" He asked softly.