Don't take your guns to town, son
Aug. 1st, 2014 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_rogersWhatever else he had been made or not made to be, Steve could not deny the persistent itch between his shoulderblades at so long spent inactive. He had thought, when Natasha had laid the file into his hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek with her goodbyes at Fury's gravestone, that the search for Bucky would keep him sufficiently occupied. That he could immerse himself in the search for the man who had been his friend and not be shaken loose by anything shy of rooting out Hydra's bases and burning them to the ground (if, as he suspected, Bucky didn't get to them first).
Discovering the man had returned to the Nexus ahead of him had seemed to have made that task easier. Both were proved to be a lie. Bucky remained nearly within reach but often just out of sight or pulling at his thoughts with no clue as to where he was, or what he was thinking, and even meeting him again on a run had not solved more than that the other man was caught in the midst of the struggle to stake out who he was in the present first and foremost, and determined to see that Steve was aware of that fact. And, for all that he wanted to press and reach out and grab his friend to drag him back in, Steve could not deny his friend the ability to make his choices when it had been kept from him for so long.
There was only so much training he could do. So much running he could do around the grounds, boxing he could do in the gym. There wasn't room enough to get to try his hand out again at parkour (several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had gone twitchy after he'd run up a wall at one of the on-site gyms after seeing a video of it on youtube), and he hated to hog the pool save for late nights doing laps to loosen his overtense muscles.
All of which drew him to the idea of one of the doors. Of exploring and seeing what was out there in these worlds within worlds, and where he knew a handful of people within the hotel, there was one in particular he thought of in stretching his proverbial and literal legs outside the Nexus' boundaries. Divided as they had been on a great number of issues, and as different as their two lives had been, the friendship that had sparked up between Natasha and himself had become one he depended on. Their meetings were less frequent than he might have supposed for the fact of their living in the same strange pocket universe (if that was what it was) but where it might have been easy to drift away from her without a shared goal immediately at hand, he found that he liked her company. They had drawn too deep an understanding between themselves for him to want to let it go, and whether passing meetings in the hallway, a shared meal, or a run out on the grounds, Steve was never disappointed in the easy camaraderie they shared.
He stopped before the door to his room, raising a fist and knocking a short rhythm on the wood before stepping back to wait.
Discovering the man had returned to the Nexus ahead of him had seemed to have made that task easier. Both were proved to be a lie. Bucky remained nearly within reach but often just out of sight or pulling at his thoughts with no clue as to where he was, or what he was thinking, and even meeting him again on a run had not solved more than that the other man was caught in the midst of the struggle to stake out who he was in the present first and foremost, and determined to see that Steve was aware of that fact. And, for all that he wanted to press and reach out and grab his friend to drag him back in, Steve could not deny his friend the ability to make his choices when it had been kept from him for so long.
There was only so much training he could do. So much running he could do around the grounds, boxing he could do in the gym. There wasn't room enough to get to try his hand out again at parkour (several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had gone twitchy after he'd run up a wall at one of the on-site gyms after seeing a video of it on youtube), and he hated to hog the pool save for late nights doing laps to loosen his overtense muscles.
All of which drew him to the idea of one of the doors. Of exploring and seeing what was out there in these worlds within worlds, and where he knew a handful of people within the hotel, there was one in particular he thought of in stretching his proverbial and literal legs outside the Nexus' boundaries. Divided as they had been on a great number of issues, and as different as their two lives had been, the friendship that had sparked up between Natasha and himself had become one he depended on. Their meetings were less frequent than he might have supposed for the fact of their living in the same strange pocket universe (if that was what it was) but where it might have been easy to drift away from her without a shared goal immediately at hand, he found that he liked her company. They had drawn too deep an understanding between themselves for him to want to let it go, and whether passing meetings in the hallway, a shared meal, or a run out on the grounds, Steve was never disappointed in the easy camaraderie they shared.
He stopped before the door to his room, raising a fist and knocking a short rhythm on the wood before stepping back to wait.