1942, that was his mindset. Early summer wind flew through the Volkswagen Beetle that Bucky drove. AC/DC was the music of choice; a secret little adjustment Tony had last minute slipped into the car. He'd introduced Bucky to the unfamiliar sound, and although he had to admit it was a bit much for him, he found himself quite enjoying the sounds of Back in Black blaring through the car's speakers. The car was upgraded of course, a CD player and Bluetooth was added because well, Tony thought it was necessary; Bucky was still getting the hang of it though.
Bucky took in the miles of green and yellow grass that scattered upstate New York, finding it a new calm from the noisy city they were so often in.
Steve was returning from his longest mission yet today, two months first round, four months second. His flight would land in less than an hour, and although the jets were more than welcome to land at the Avenger's compound, Tony had another secret airport built for the them to land a few miles further upstate from the compound; drew less attention he thought.
The sunlight shone off of Bucky's metal arm as he pulled into the parking lot of the airport. All of Steve's luggage he requested was in the back, along with his change of clothes. He stepped out of the beetle and blinked his blue eyes in the sun, running his fingers through his newly shortened hair.
Similar to Clint's, his brunette hair was drastically shorter than last Steve had seen him. He refused to let tony shave the sides however, he was too old fashioned for that.
Bucky shortly found himself leaning against the gate outside the airport, writing away in his journal. He'd started daily entries as advice from Steve; something he used to do frequently to help cope after coming out of the ice.
He hummed softly to himself as he heard the distant shout of people on the runways helping jets land; agents calling out instructions to new trainees. Distant footsteps became closer, and Bucky looked up to see the familiar smiling face of Steve Rogers coming towards him, bag slung over his shoulder.
Bucky but his journal away and accepted the hug that Steve offered; "how ya been buck?"
"Oh i've been alright, compound's keeping me busy."
Steve couldn't help smiling warmly at his old friend, happy to hear he was settling in good and things were starting to look better for him. The walk to Bucky's old beetle didn't take very long, allowing only a few words of exchange along the way.
"I got your stuff in the back", Bucky tells him, and Steve nods and a thank you.
Upon reaching the car, Steve looks in the back window and leans his head inside; a smug look on his face.
"Now I don't remember this being mine", he says, and Bucky laughs.
"Well, if she wasn't I wouldn't have brought her."
Natasha smiles back happily at Steve from the back seat of the Volkswagen, scooting over as Steve crawls in the back next to her, his arm going around her.
"I think Bucky needs a girl", Natasha says.
Steve scoffs lightly, "'been saying that for years."
Bucky shoots a quick glare to the back through the mirror and shakes his head as they pull out of the parking lot and back into the upstate fields.
"I missed you", Steve says, looking Natasha up and down with love pouring out of his eyes.
"Oh yeah?", and Steve nods a 'yes' with a bit of exaggerated sarcasm on his face.
"I missed you too", Natasha says.
And Steve can't take it anymore and pulls her closer to place his lips softly against hers, breathing in her scent and presence again for the first time in months, and he relaxes.
He's finally safe again and comfortable, and he finds himself thinking; 'I'm home.'
