You’re not wrong, Buck. It’s… It’s a different world here. No fighting. Just… Just us. Think about it.

[His words are soft, an attempt to be inviting as he gently sways Bucky in his arms. Gentle kisses move their way up and down his neck, lingering at the pulse point there. His teeth graze Bucky’s skin and his eyes flutter closed, losing himself in all the other sensations. The touch of Bucky, his scent and how he feels beneath his fingertips. Strong arms tighten around Bucky, never wanting to let go.]

I’m here, aren’t I? Whispering in your ear. Reminding you how much I’ve missed you, missed this. I remember it all, Buck. The bed that was too small for us back home. The way you protected me, kept me safe and warm. There’s no fight here, Buck… Just us.

[He grins and pulls Bucky away from the window, not really wanting an audience as he shows Bucky just how much he’s missed him.]