Bucky 

I landed really softly on Steve's balcony before gently picking the lock so I could get inside the studio. When I was done, I got inside quickly, noticing that Steve was fast asleep in his futon and not wanting to wake him. I slipped my shoes and jacket off after locking the door to the balcony but before laying down on top of the futon with my arm draped over Steve's covered form.

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I stayed awake until T'Challa came up the stairs the next morning to check on Steve. He came in and startled at seeing me, causing a tail to appear from under his shirt and bristle up like a bottle brush. I gave him a look that said: wake him and they will never find your body. He nodded, still trying to calm himself down.

"When did you get here?" T'Challa asked in sign language. I shook my head and shrugged my right shoulder, as if to say: no idea. T'Challa nodded thoughtfully. Steve stirred at my sudden movement, his blond eyelashes fluttering open, revealing those beautiful blue eyes that I loved so dearly.