[It hurts somewhere, deep down, to see Steve in pain. It's almost like being back on the helicarrier, when the wounds had been physical, but it had been Steve's words and his emotion that had reached him. This was no different, and he finds himself unable to bear the cloying sadness in the room.
He surges to his feet all of a sudden and bolts for the door, out of the bathroom and out of Steve's room as fast as he can manage. He's relying on Steve's word, and on the element of surprise, to get him out of there before he can be caught. He needs to be gone, he needs to not think about Steve Rogers again.
Assuming Steve lets him go, it will be several weeks before anything more is heard of Bucky, he disappears off the map again. But then Steve might start noticing that things are slightly off in his room whenever he goes back there - clothes out that weren't out before, a box of old photographs disturbed, an empty packet of cookies discarded by the night stand. Not every time, but at least every few days and getting more frequent, like someone is coming in and searching for something that they never quite find.]
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He surges to his feet all of a sudden and bolts for the door, out of the bathroom and out of Steve's room as fast as he can manage. He's relying on Steve's word, and on the element of surprise, to get him out of there before he can be caught. He needs to be gone, he needs to not think about Steve Rogers again.
Assuming Steve lets him go, it will be several weeks before anything more is heard of Bucky, he disappears off the map again. But then Steve might start noticing that things are slightly off in his room whenever he goes back there - clothes out that weren't out before, a box of old photographs disturbed, an empty packet of cookies discarded by the night stand. Not every time, but at least every few days and getting more frequent, like someone is coming in and searching for something that they never quite find.]