[She comes in by the window, with so little sound he almost missed it. Steve is standing beside it, leaning against it and looking out at the billboard in a silent vigil when she eases it open and creeps inside. She flashes a sleepy-looking smile and presses a finger to her lips as she makes a beeline for Bucky's bed and curls up, cat-like against his metal arm.
Steve eases the window back down to keep out a draft and pulls up a stool beside them, instead. He doubts there's anything that could get past the three of them, and wishes that he had something to read. Instead, he reaches for his uniform and starts repairing one of its tears, unhindered by the low light.]
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5/11/14 04:21 (UTC)Steve eases the window back down to keep out a draft and pulls up a stool beside them, instead. He doubts there's anything that could get past the three of them, and wishes that he had something to read. Instead, he reaches for his uniform and starts repairing one of its tears, unhindered by the low light.]