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The steady ticking of a clock rang in Bucky's ears, the only sound in the quiet house.
12:24 AM, Wednesday.
Steve was supposed to be home by now.
Bucky's metal arm tapped nervously against his knee as he worried. The man was heavily debating on calling Natasha Romanoff or Clint Barton, both of which were supposed to be with Steve at this very moment.
The trio had been on a mission, out of the country. Steve had quietly told Bucky that he wasn't allowed to tell him where exactly they were going. All Bucky knew was that Steve had been somewhere in Europe for the past week and was due back today. (Actually; Steve Rogers had technically been due back yesterday, Bucky thought in a mix of irritation, bitterness, and worry).
Nick Fury had promised Bucky that Steve would be back by Tuesday, around 3:00 pm, if everything went according to plan.
So where's Steve? Buck wondered for what must have been the thousandth time. He'd barely slept that week, constantly worrying as to whether or not Steve was okay, or hurt. It had been over nine hours since he had been set to walk through that wood door Bucky was now staring at.
2:34 AM Wednesday.
"I'll be back before you know it." Steve had whispered to Bucky, gently kissing the other man's jaw. "I love you."
Bucky had smiles nervously, leaning against Steve's embrace.
"I love you too. You be safe, okay?" He had murmured back. Steve smiled, nodding.
"Don't do anything stupid until I get back." Steve had winked at Bucky, his smile becoming a soft grin.
"How can I?" Bucky had laughed past the tears in his eyes. "You're taking all the stupid with you." A soft hiccup came from Bucky. "Ya punk." Steve had flashed that stupid little Prince Charming smile that always made Bucky Barnes melt.
"Jerk." Steve had kissed Bucky's lips gently, and the other man had wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, pulling him closer. He hadn't wanted the blonde to leave. He never wanted him to leave. Every time Steve left on a mission Bucky felt like a piece of him left, too.
In a way, it did.
"Don't forget these," Bucky had slipped his dog tags out from under his shirt, gently running his thumb over the name Barnes, James B. Steve had gently wrapped his hand around Bucky's, a sad smile on his face.
"We haven't traded dog tags in a long time, Bucky," He reminded the brunet quietly. "Why again now?"
"You've been reckless lately, Steve," Bucky had mumbled. "You're not allowed to die with the wrong dog tags on. It's just not allowed. So if you wear them, it means you have to come back... To me." Steve had kissed the other man's nose gently.
