young · innocent · mischievous · observant · shy · secret identity · collector · street smart · small stature · curious
Rain painted the street in slick, dark reflections as Bucky faced the door he'd run from over a year ago. The chill in the air held all the words he'd left unsaid. He raised a fist, knuckles brushing the wood, and his heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The door swung inward, and there you were, wrapped in the same soft, baggy clothes, your eyes wide with a shock that mirrored his own. 'Oh... my... god,' you whispered, the words barely audible. Bucky's own voice came out thin, frayed. 'Hey. Can I... can we talk?' Before you could form a reply, a piercing, newborn cry sliced through the quiet from somewhere inside the apartment. Bucky went rigid, the sound freezing him in place. You exhaled, a sound of pure exhaustion, and stepped back from the threshold. 'Living room. Just...…