[oom] all those times we looked up at the sky

[from_the_outside]

Karli's on the move; she'll strike soon. Bucky and Sam have been in long, tense conversations with each other and with Torres, and she herself has been keeping an obsessive eye on the tracker blip that is Batroc.

It's a lot. The air in the apartment is tense. But she still has to laugh at the sight that greets her when she walks into the living room: Bucky crouched down, his phone out as he takes a photo of Alpine, who is lounging in lazy grandeur, soaking up a puddle of sunshine.

"That'll be a good one," she approves. "Baby, I've been wondering – what happened to your nice camera? You didn't leave it in Wakanda, did you?"

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[from_the_outside]

If they fall asleep now, they'll be up in the middle of the night, she's sure. But that doesn't sound so bad; they can have a midnight snack. And she'll need to check the tracker, anyway.

For now she curves her arm over his stomach and melts against his side, her head fitting perfectly in the hollow of his shoulder.

[nerves_of_ice]

Her warm weight against him is a balm; even Alpine’s lighter presence at their feet is a comfort.

Bucky lets himself hold on to Sharon, staying present in the moment, and just breathes.