Like someone in a dream, she watches the airport grow in the window as they descend towards New Jersey. She can see the skyscrapers of New York; if it were light enough she'd be able to see Long Island Sound. All of it so familiar it hurts.
Her breathing comes faster and faster as they slip lower and lower, and then Bucky's initiating the landing sequence – there's a bump and a skidding sensation – and then she's home. For the first time in seven long years, home. She's a bundle of nervous energy as they taxi in, as Bucky talks through their arrival, as they come to rest in a hangar, and then the hatch opens and she can walk down the stairs and onto US soil for the first time in seven years.
Nobody arrests her. Nobody sees her and shouts. Nobody pulls a gun. She breathes in the muggy night air and looks at Bucky with shining eyes, absolutely unable to speak.
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Her breathing comes faster and faster as they slip lower and lower, and then Bucky's initiating the landing sequence – there's a bump and a skidding sensation – and then she's home. For the first time in seven long years, home. She's a bundle of nervous energy as they taxi in, as Bucky talks through their arrival, as they come to rest in a hangar, and then the hatch opens and she can walk down the stairs and onto US soil for the first time in seven years.
Nobody arrests her. Nobody sees her and shouts. Nobody pulls a gun. She breathes in the muggy night air and looks at Bucky with shining eyes, absolutely unable to speak.