[And that snaps him out of it, makes him panic a little. Steve has this fear that if Bucky leaves, he'll never see him again, and he doesn't believe it's entirely irrational. His fists become hands again, slender fingers reaching for Bucky's wrist. Flesh or metal, he doesn't even care.]
Don't go.
[Quieter this time. After a moment he picks the lasagna up, puts it back in the microwave and presses start the way Bucky showed him. Bucky doesn't need to be redeemed, not in Steve's eyes. Just reclaimed.]
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[And that snaps him out of it, makes him panic a little. Steve has this fear that if Bucky leaves, he'll never see him again, and he doesn't believe it's entirely irrational. His fists become hands again, slender fingers reaching for Bucky's wrist. Flesh or metal, he doesn't even care.]
Don't go.
[Quieter this time. After a moment he picks the lasagna up, puts it back in the microwave and presses start the way Bucky showed him. Bucky doesn't need to be redeemed, not in Steve's eyes. Just reclaimed.]