The Funeral - Band of Horses
New York
3 months post blip
Driving through the streets of Brooklyn in the back of a cab, you watch the world go by. Stopping in a queue of traffic, you watch as various figures walk past. Every now and then you like to see if you recognise people. It was hard to regain contact after you came back. People moved and grew distant so tracking them down was difficult. A lot of the time, they didn't want to be found because it was too difficult to see their loved ones again after mourning them.
Deep in these thoughts, you didn't even notice him at first. He was just another face walking past. At a double take however, you're certain it's him, even if the hair did put you off.
You throw some cash on the seat next to you and start to climb out.
Y/n
"Thank you! Keep the change!"
You calmly walk onto the pavement a few yards ahead of him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him with his hands in his pockets so his shoulders are slumped over. You wait for him to look up as you stand there.
When he finally reaches you, you can tell he is consumed by this thoughts as he dodges out of the way.
Bucky
"Excuse me."
You stand there for a second, almost offended, before slowly spinning around and calling after him.
Y/n
"Hey! Grandpa..."
He turns around, confused by the heckle. When he sees you, he stops completely. A slight smile plays on his lips.
Y/n
"Nice hair."
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