There's Bucky at the end of the alley, tall and handsome in his uniform--and Steve is tiny again, lungs constricting with every breath and an ache in his knuckles and his face.
"Thought I lost you." He manages to muster up a smile. "Shoulda known you'd turn up like a bad penny."
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There's Bucky at the end of the alley, tall and handsome in his uniform--and Steve is tiny again, lungs constricting with every breath and an ache in his knuckles and his face.
"Thought I lost you." He manages to muster up a smile. "Shoulda known you'd turn up like a bad penny."