"Wow." Bucky mumbled, turning to Steve. "What do you think?"
Steve breathed in and out heavily, obviously at war with himself.
When it became clear to Bucky that Steve was not going to speak, Bucky quit prodding him and waited for the elevator to come to a stop in silence.
When the doors opened, they revealed a five star suite, complete with massive furniture and beautiful paintings.
"Please talk, Stevie." Bucky begged as Steve sat on a couch chair.
Steve made a gruff noise, Buck plopping himself down on the arm of the chair. "Would you like to?" he said finally.
"What?" Bucky let Steve grab his hand.
"Would you like to be an Avenger?" Steve faced Bucky, looking confused.
Bucky paused in thought. Would being an Avenger be good for him? Would doing good help him come to terms with the bad?
Bucky decided.
"I think I might." Bucky said quietly, afraid of what Steve would think. "Would you be okay with that?"
Steve looked dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? Of course! Why would you think that?"
"Well, you didn't speak for a good ten minutes, soooo....." Bucky moved from the arm of the chair to Steve's lap.
"Right, I'm sorry." Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky's waist. "I was just afraid for you. Tony has been known to... force things."
"I got that." Bucky laughed. But he looked at Steve seriously. "Do you think I could do it?"
"Are you kidding?" Steve put a hand on Bucky's face, caressing it lightly with his thumb. "I think you'd be amazing."
Bucky smiled wholeheartedly, leaning down and kissing Steve's forehead. "So, you think I should?"
"I think you should do whatever you want, Bucky. And if that means being an Avenger, then I would support you fully."
Bucky grinned. "I'd be working with you."
"Oh god." Steve teased.
"I love you, Stevie. I missed you so much." Bucky kissed him hard on the mouth.
When they separated, Steve smiled the best he had in years.
"I love you, too." Steve squeezed Bucky's hand, which he still had a solid hold on. "I missed you even more."
Bucky smiled back at him.
He was home.
