Bucky made his escape while Steve did the dishes. Outside on the porch with a cigarette between his lips and cold rain pelting his face every so often, he let himself break a little more. Sarah Rogers was gone. Sarah Rogers was gone and heād lived his life for years without knowing that, lived his life just going through the motions while Steveās foundation shifted.Ā
The burn of nicotine helped. He blew out the acrid smoke and tried to forgive himself for not knowing.Ā
āI thought you gave them up.āĀ
Bucky wiped his face and looked around to see Steve standing in the doorway. āFor the most part,ā he said, and took another drag.Ā
The door creaked when Steve came to join him. He sat against the opposite post, his stockinged feet sliding against the wood. āGot one more?āĀ
Bucky reached into his pocket and grabbed his pack of Marlboroās. Lighting it as it hung from Steveās lips, it felt like nothing had changed.Ā
āDonāt tell Ma,ā he said, breathing out smoke and leaning his head back.Ā
Buckyās lips twitched while his heart ached. āCross my heart.āĀ
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