[ Brooklyn ] a new beginning

Going down to DC has been a much easier prospect ever since she bought the condo and had it furnished (and adapted) to her specifications. It gives them a place to settle that isn't the hotel; a place that's theirs, that feels like home. There are cat toys and a tree for Alpine and dog toys for the little gray bully who'd moved directly into their hearts and home, and it's lighter and airier than the Brooklyn apartment but feels just as much like home.

Because he's there. That's the secret ingredient.

She wakes up slow, light diffused through the white linen shades she'd had installed in their bedroom, and rolls over to find Bucky's side of the bed still warm but rumpled and empty.

A deep breath in, and she rubs at her eyes, stretching over the bed to eye the door and the sounds beyond it. "Baby?" she calls. Her voice is gritty with sleep, and she takes a second to clear it. "Are you heading out for a run?