For all of us who've seen the light

[punched_hitler]

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"Seriously," Steve said quietly, trying to smile nonchalantly, even if he still felt a little on-edge. He took a breath, held, it, then let it out at the question.

"That's the long story part. The short answer is, we've both been on ice. In my case, it was unintentional. In yours - not so much." There. That was the simplest explanation, wasn't it? It was the truth, too, if not all of it. "Honestly, you weren't gone more than a couple of weeks before I... ended up taking a very long nap. I woke up a couple of years ago when SHIELD - that's what the SSR turned into - found me. By accident, it turns out."

He watched Bucky as he spoke, looking for signs that he should stop, that it was too much - or that he could keep going.

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[punched_hitler]

The real problem was, Steve saw what he wanted to see. He heard what he wanted to hear. And right now, he wanted - needed - Bucky to be Bucky. He was having a hard time truly equating Bucky's face with any other personality, even though he knew better, and it was harder still when Bucky looked so much better - clean and healthy, and smiling at him.

It was stupid. But Steve was pretty damn stubborn. Even when it really, really wasn't good for him.

He glanced at Sam, who looked uneasy - but again, that was understandable. He nodded, stepping over to Bucky, holding the tray and the glass of milk now, smiling his most genuine, relieved smile. "Where do you want to eat?" There wasn't really a table, so it would be the floor or the bed.

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The Soldier smiled, "The bed's fine." He scooted back and crossed his legs in front of him, hand resting in his lap. He was, admittedly, hungry, and would only be too happy to eat before killing Rogers. They would no doubt put him down after that, so there was no real reason to die on an empty stomach. He took the tray and the plastic fork and knife and set to work devouring the food. He watched Rogers closely, waiting for the man to sit down.

Toss the tray, legs around Rogers's chest and arms, hand on his jaw, neck snapped, it could happen in an instant. Wilson would be powerless to stop it, even if he had the ability to shock the Soldier with the collar.

Sam stood with his hand on the door, ready to shove it open. He had the trigger mechanism for the collar in his hand, just waiting for the Soldier to make a move. But instead he started to eat, devouring the meat and potatoes much how Steve had, his head bowed over the tray, scooping potatoes into his mouth eagerly.

[punched_hitler]

"Did you eat like that in front of your dates?" Steve laughed - he knew Bucky hadn't, because he'd gone out on enough double dates (that had ended as no date for him and two for Bucky) to know that at least the jerk had better manners in front of the ladies. He couldn't blame Bucky for eating the way he was - hell, Steve had been doing the same, himself - and he moved to sit down on the bed, still gingerly because of his side, and watched his best friend go to work on that meal. "There's more where that came from, if you need it," he said, settling back a little, leaning against the wall. "This isn't the war. You're not on rations. But you will choke if you don't slow down, buddy."