[ WWII AU ] a ghost story

[from_the_outside]

It's been almost two years since she's been home, and little by little, the grief has gotten easier to live with.

It hasn't gone away. But she's able to focus on her job, watch movies, chat with friends, sleep most nights. She still dreams about him, but the dreams are tinged with wistful longing and only sometimes does she wake up with tears on her cheeks. She can't have his picture out in this apartment, Kate's apartment, but it's safe in the mountain house, along with his last letter to her, and she has a scan on her phone to look at when the long day is over and she's in bed, the stars from the lamp he'd given her filling her dark room.

Steve has helped, more than she could ever explain, and she hopes she's helped him in return. Aside from a few deeply classified missions here and there, they haven't worked together all that much, but she still sees him almost every day. In the halls, she's undercover as his mild-mannered neighbor, Kate, but in her secure apartment they can talk over anything, everything.

And it works. Every day is a little easier. They lean on each other when they need to, and they spend hours remembering and reminiscing about Bucky, talking shop, chatting about how Steve's fitting into the future. It's nice. She still misses Bucky, an ache that never really goes away, but they can both breathe through it, work through it, live through it.

She's on her way up from the basement laundry machines when she hears a familiar step in the hall, and has to smile to herself – first her own, then Kate's sweeter, more open one. "Hey, neighbor."

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[from_the_outside]

"It's okay," Sharon says, quickly. "It's okay. She invited you, that's fine. You can be here."

He can stay here for as long as he wants or needs, easily. "I know you didn't break in."

[nerves_of_ice]

He knows better than to ask her what she wants, now; if maybe instead she'd prefer for him to not be here, in the place that means so much to her.

She'd wanted to share this with the man in the framed photo. Not the one who'd kidnapped and hurt her.

His glance flicks to Steve and holds, weighing him. "Any lingering injuries?"

[from_the_outside]

"No." Steve's still staring at him, still poised and tense to take off after him if he runs. He swallows, then nods to Bucky's right shoulder. "You?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm operational." He says it as a matter of fact, because it is. "I heal quickly."

[from_the_outside]

She can see it hit Steve like a bullet: operational. Bucky, who had been so full of life and charm and personality; now it's like someone had wrung all of that out of him, left him an empty husk of himself.

But he can't be empty. She won't believe it. "Come inside."

She says it too quickly, too plaintively, and visibly pulls back on herself. "Please."

[nerves_of_ice]

Steve flinches, and Bucky feels the ache of the blow he'd delivered in his chest, in his gut, as if he'd just punched himself with his own left fist.

He hadn't even meant it. He'd just been telling the truth.

Sharon's plea hits his ears, and he turns his level regard back on her. "Are you sure?"

Peggy'd twist his ear for not doing her the courtesy of assuming she was, but he has to ask. He can't let her do things for him out of obligation. He won't.

[from_the_outside]

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll... make some coffee."

Or something. Anything. Whatever it takes to get him to come inside, to let them see him, to be close to him. Her knuckles are white from how tightly she grips the railing. "Come in. Please."

[nerves_of_ice]

She's hanging on to the railing as though it might vanish if she doesn't, or as if she might. It's the other night in her apartment all over again, only worse, and he hates himself all over again.

He also knows he's going to accept. It's the only way to get through this; the only way to make them see, to help them understand.

Bucky nods and starts forward. He takes care to keep his pace slow and deliberate, so as to make certain it won't be confused for an attack. Only it seems Steve wasn't thinking like that at all, for as soon as he gets close, Steve crosses the remaining space between them in an instant and wraps him in a tight hug, his body shaking.

[from_the_outside]

Once again – like always – Steve does the thing that no one else can do, and before she knows it, she's vaulting lightly over the railing and running, gravel scattering under her shoes, barreling into both of them to put her arms around both.

There's just enough left of her sanity to hope he doesn't see this as an attack, but she's not trying to pull him and Steve isn't trying to grapple him. She has one arm around him and one around Steve and she presses her head to someone's shoulder, shuddering as her fingers grip into the cloth of someone's shirt.

[nerves_of_ice]

Steve shifts a little to the side, drawing Sharon in as she crashes into them. Bucky's afraid to move at first, but slowly raises his left arm upward to pat his best friend's shoulder. He curves his right arm around Sharon's waist, holding on, letting himself be held by both of them.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, each word choked, broken, and barely audible. "I'm sorry. Sorry."

It's all he can manage to say.

[from_the_outside]

His arm goes around her and she almost sobs at the feeling, how familiar it is, how strange. Steve's arms are around them both, and she's gripping into both their shirts like she'll never let go.

Bucky's voice is a bare whisper, hardly anything at all, but she presses her face into his shoulder, shaking her head, and listens as hard as she can. It's his voice, his voice, not the Winter Soldier ordering her not to scream. She can feel Steve's shaking breath through the arm she has around his back. "We've got you, Buck," he murmurs. "It's gonna be okay."

[nerves_of_ice]

It's not, he's certain. How can it be? But just for a second, for a second, he lets himself believe it.

"I'm sorry," he says again. "It would have been easier for you both if I'd just run. I couldn't. I'm sorry."

[from_the_outside]

For a second, she laughs, though it comes out almost as a sob. "Baby, neither of us has ever cared about easier."

He knows that. He'll remember it. He'll learn it all over again. "We care about you."

Steve presses his own head to Bucky's, his breath coming hard. They're both being careful not to crush her, she thinks, a little wildly. Which is nice of them.

[nerves_of_ice]

A violent shudder runs through him, but he tips his head against Steve's and doesn't pull away.

You shouldn't, he doesn't say. It'd be better for them if they didn't, but that's not who they are, it's clear. He doesn't feel surprised, so maybe he's always known that.

"I hurt you both. So badly," he whispers. "I know you can't forgive me for it. But I'm sorry anyway."

[from_the_outside]

"I forgive you," Steve says, immediately, without giving an inch. "Sharon?"

"Me, too." She whispers it, and sets her cheek against his shoulder. He doesn't smell the same, he doesn't feel the same, but it's him and that's all she needs. It's so much more than she ever thought they'd get. "I forgive you, Bucky."

The people who created the Winter Soldier, who sent him on his mission, not so much. But it hadn't been Bucky who chose to hurt either of them.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shakes his head, but doesn't argue. It's not that he thinks they're lying; he's sure they want to mean it. He just doesn't believe they can.

He makes himself take another deep, ragged breath. "You probably have questions." Maybe if he reminds them who he is now, they'll realize he should go. Maybe they'll let him, or even make him.

[from_the_outside]

Steve chuckles. "That's an understatement, pal."

He sounds as crazed with relief as she feels, but they aren't over the hump yet. Who knows how long that might take? "Come on," she murmurs, and looks up at them both. "We can talk inside."

[nerves_of_ice]

He takes it as a subtle request and removes his arm from her waist, lowers his hand from Steve's shoulder, and tries to take a half-step back so that he can follow them.

[from_the_outside]

Instead of letting Bucky go, Steve shifts to his side, keeping one arm around Bucky's back. Sharon leads them, glancing over her shoulder every few steps to make sure they're both still there, then opens the door for them.

[nerves_of_ice]

He's not sure if Steve's hanging on to him to keep him from bolting or for another reason, but it doesn't really matter. He walks side-by-side with his best friend to the door and follows Sharon inside.

He hesitates in the hall, but remembering she'd mentioned coffee, shifts direction to enter the kitchen and goes to stand at the end of the island.

[from_the_outside]

She really can't get over seeing him here, in this house, where she'd imagined him so many times. "Aunt Peggy picked a good spot," she manages, trying to find something, anything to break the silence as she goes to fill the coffee maker.

"This place isn't your typical safe house, but it's pretty damn secure. And isolated."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It's nice," he says again, softly, as Steve takes up position on the side of the island next to him. "I didn't - I wasn't going to - she offered."

[from_the_outside]

"I know."

She measures out coffee and looks over at him, her eyes softening. "I'm glad she did."

[nerves_of_ice]

He nods, and is quiet for a second or two. "How long has she been...like that?"

[from_the_outside]

She glances over at Steve, who's keeping an eye on his best friend, then looks back at him. "Since before I was brought to 1944 by the cube," she tells him, quiet.

"And that's two years ago, now."