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Mun, as cute as you think these homecoming videos are on youtube, maybe I should just go out for a run or something whenever you want to look at those.

[It's kind of clear Steph's just not willing to watch the homecoming videos.]

...Maybe I'll just go get some pie, then.

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I know.

[She hugs him tightly]

I know, Bucky, I know. If it weren't for us, hundreds of men wouldn't even have had their homecoming. Or even live to have the great kids or grandkids that I see these days.

It just...kind of kills me a little, you know? You never got that. Not really.

[Hugs her back, a tiny bit more burrowing than support, though.]

Not their fault, Steph.

Besides, others didn't come back home because of me.

I know it's not their fault. I...I know. And I'm glad they got to go home. And I don't need the recognition.

[She holds him tightly because she did what she did because she wanted him to come home. Then one thing lead to another and a super soldier serum later...]

[Bucky lets his breath out in what's almost a soft sigh.]

'm here now.

[her voice is barely audible because of the chaos when he first arrived. Steph doesn't seem to want to ever let him go]

Welcome home, Bucky.

[There's half a smile on his lips.]

All the welcome I ever might've wanted, anyway.

[she smiles at him a little]

Yeah? I always thought you were gonna be swept off your feet by some fancy French girl.

Never.

[Fierce whisper.]

Oh.

[She kisses him and just holds him tightly. This should've been us. Should've been in 1945. Not now.]

[And he kisses back, soft, and sad, but very, very much present, and wanting her to hurt that little bit less. Better late than never.]

[She keeps kissing him and when they finally surface for air, she leans her forehead against his]

[He closes his eyes, and - he almost says something else. But can't, not yet.]

Thank you.

[she doesn't ask him what for, just nods and kisses him again]

[That... can so go on for a while.]

[But he'll ask, eventually.]

Feeling better?

Yeah, I'm feeling a little better.

Good. 'm glad.

[She doesn't let him go, doesn't let him get away more than a hair's breadth. Steph just moves and buries her face in his neck and holds him tight]

[Bucky's arms tighten around her, so warm.]

Hey, hey. It's all right. It's all right, now, Steph.

[It's just like before for them. This familiar embrace. Just like whenever she had nightmares or was too ill to move. When they weren't sure if she was gonna last the night. She just holds him tight]

[Something. Something about the way she presses close. Something about this makes him think of days so long gone by. Days where her own breathing could be her enemy, let alone - so much more. When she needed him, almost. And his heart skips a beat, his fingers combing gently through her hair.]

[Because he misses - not her frail health, back then, but the kind of person he was, at the time. Especially when her love hasn't wavered, when he still, somehow, miraculously still means so much to her. And.]

[He doesn't want to let go. Ever.]

I miss home.

[It's something she would never admit to anyone else. No one. No one other than Bucky, at least. As he would understand her homesickness]

[Oh.]

[This. This twisted inside him, unexpectedly. Home. How they had been, how things had been. Just the two of them, before the war, before--]

What, with scrounging up pennies and trying to find a place with a low flea count?

Keeping warm by the radiator. Dancing to the radio.

Radiator if we were lucky.

Me sneaking ice in for some spectacular bruises, and then you returning the favor. Damn idiots always aiming for my pretty face, anyway.

They might have made it prettier.

[she smiles a little]