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“We can’t stay like this for long,” Steve remarked.
“‘t’s fine,” Bucky replied, voice muffled against Steve’s pant leg.
Steve leaned back against the wall behind his bunk, carefully running his hand across Bucky’s back. The thin, dark scars crisscrossed against his skin faded significantly since last week, but there were still certain points that would make him flinch if Steve touched them.
“How are you feeling?” Steve asked, and Bucky sighed.
“Fine…
“How long d’you think we’re gonna be stuck out here?” He asked, voice tight.
“Stuck where?”
“Europe, I guess.”
"…Not forever?” Steve tried.
“Thank God for that.”