Just letting you guys know, since I had so many requests to do a part two for Maybe She's Got A Friend, I will be writing it in the coming week. But for now, this is based on a dream I had last night. Enjoy!

38. Hiding

You hadn't seen Bucky in months.

After the events of the war between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, Steve had seemingly disappeared off the face of the planet, and so did Bucky. You knew they were both hiding somewhere, Steve told you that much. They had to leave; the whole world was still searching for the Winter Soldier, and Captain America had been labelled a criminal.  You called Steve every day, holding onto the hope that one day he would pick up and let you know where he and the love of your life were hiding.

You picked up your phone and dialled Steve's number once more, only to be met with the same voicemail message you had become sick of. You sighed, placing your phone on the table before walking to the kitchen to drown your sorrows in ice cream.
Suddenly, your phone started ringing, and you rushed to pick it up. There was no caller ID.

"Hello?" You answered.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." You recognised Steve's voice immediately.

"Steve!?-"

"Could you please open the front door?"

Your heart began to thump against your chest as your hung up the phone, running to the front door. You flung the door wide open and fell into Steve's arms, embracing your friend in a long-awaited hug.

"Steve," you gasped, taking a step aside so that Steve could walk inside, "I can't believe it. It's been so long, I was beginning to think something bad had happened to you."

"I am so sorry for everything you've been put through. It must've been hard to lose all contact with Bucky like that," Steve ran a hand through his hair, which had grown longer since you'd last saw him. He'd also grown a beard, and the way he dressed made him almost unrecognisable.

You sighed, "I missed you, Steve. And I missed Bucky even more."

Steve pulled you in for another hug, "I missed you too, (Y/N), but Bucky missed you even more. You can take my word for it."

"When can I see him again?" You looked up at your friend, feeling tears well in your eyes.

"Actually," Steve started, "That's what I'm here to talk to you about. I have to take you there."

Your eyes lit up, the thought of holding the love of your life in your hands again was unbearable. You missed Bucky so much, "When do we leave?"

~

Steve drove for hours, deep into the woods. On the way, he had explained everything and apologised profusely for the pain you'd been put through. Finally, the car started approaching an old cabin made of bricks and Steve beeped the horn in a specific sequence. He told you this alerted Bucky that it was in fact Steve outside, not someone that could be harmful.

You twiddled your fingers in your lap, looking down at them, "What am I going to say?"

Suddenly, Steve's eyes lit up the way you remembered they had done months ago, a mischievous smirk curling his lips, "Oh, I don't think there'll be much talking going on."

"Steve!" You squealed, hitting the super soldier's arm playfully, although you knew it wouldn't even cause him to flinch. Steve parked the car behind a bush, and opened the door for you.

Steve placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and looked down at you, "Everything will be alright."

All you could do was smile and look up at him.

You walked up the wooden steps, side by side, your surroundings eerily quiet. The floorboards that led up to the door creaked as you stepped over them, and as you reached the door, it loomed over you like an adult would over a small child. You gulped as Steve let go of your shoulder to knock on the door.

"Buck, it's me," Steve called out before glancing over at you. After a few seconds that dragged out like minutes, the door swung open.

There was Bucky.

Bucky's eyes met yours instantly and it sent a familiar shiver down your spine. Your eyes quickly moved to his hair, which had been cut the way it had been over 50 years ago, but he had kept his beard. He had lost some muscle, but that didn't phase you in the slightest.

"(Y/N)!" You leapt into Bucky's arms, his warmth comforting you the way it had done months ago. He smelled delightful, the way you had remembered, and he rested his head on yours. After what felt like an eternity, Bucky pulled back and gently grabbed your face, pressing his soft lips to yours in a passionate and loving kiss. When you pulled away, Steve gave you a pat on the back.

"I told you there wouldn't be much talking," he winked at you and Bucky before chuckling.

"Bucky," You mused, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you so much more, doll."

"So, this is where you've been all this time," you paused to look around, taking in your surroundings. You noticed how small their living space was; a small kitchen that joined to the dining room, a smaller lounge area, an old bathroom and two bedrooms. It was simple, but it was lonely.

"Yeah. L-let me show you around," Bucky smiled as a tear trailed down his cheek. You wrapped your arm around Bucky's torso as you walked around together. Steve had found his way to the kitchen and began to cook something for the three of you. First, Bucky showed you the lounge room. It was small and boxed in, with old cassette cases lined up on a shelf. Most of them were old war movies. The old television sat atop a wooden table, much of the furniture was made of wood. You noticed a frame perched proudly to the left of the TV. Inside of it was a picture of you and Bucky laughing that you remember Steve taking before everything turned upside down. It seemed to be the only dust-free object in the house. When Bucky noticed you looking at the picture, you turned to him and gave a warm smile, causing him to blush.

With your arms still wrapped around each other, you walked into the bathroom. The dated decor immediately caught your eye, and filled you with the nostalgia of your childhood. You'd grown up before everything became modern, before everyone got a mobile phone. You grew up while Tamagotchis were still popular, and TVs still looked like boxes. Today's world was something that saddened you. Everything was so much more difficult than it was when you were a child, and everyone had different expectations.

You and Bucky would constantly talk about how nice it would've been if you lived in the 1940s together, but then you remembered that if the events of Bucky's life hadn't unfolded the way they had, you wouldn't have met in the first place. Things would've been less complicated back then.

Finally, Bucky showed you the bedrooms. Steve's room was seemingly empty, except for the American flag that hung above his bedhead. Bucky then walked into his room, immediately blushing red as your eyes fell on his bedside table. The entire table was filled with pictures of you and Bucky in intricately detailed frames. Your eyes scanned the images. There were photos of the both of you, photos with you guys and Steve and a handful of photos of just you. One particular photo of you on the night of your first date with Bucky faced the bed.

"That's my favourite one," Bucky smiled, "Makes me realise I'm worth something."

"Bucky," you cooed, hugging him and rubbing his back with your hand.

"When you agreed to go on a date with me, I didn't think I was a monster anymore. All I could think about was you. That hasn't changed."

You smiled giddily, "I love you, Bucky."

"I love you more than anything in the world, (Y/N)."

Without further hesitation, you pulled Bucky close and melted into a sweet, loving kiss.

"Oh," Steve blushed as he entered the room, interrupting you. You and Bucky quickly pulled away, your faces tinting the same colour as Steve's.

"Dinner's ready."

~

Shoving another mouthful of spaghetti into your mouth, you looked over at Steve as he started talking.

"We're going to have to tell the others," Steve said blankly as he twirled some pasta around his fork.

You swallowed, "Tell them what?"

"Where we are."

"What if the government finds out?" You laid your fork down on your plate, "I can't lose you guys."

"You won't," Bucky interrupted, "I wouldn't let that happen. Over my dead body."

Steve glanced between you and Bucky, "We can't hide here forever."

"We can't let them find me, Steve. They'll take me away, you know that! They'll take me away from (Y/N)."

"No one's taking you away from me, Buck," A smile tugged at your lips as you repeated his words, "Over my dead body."