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Return to me

r e t u r n e d

The premise of the meme is simple. Two characters, lovers, have been separated for a time. How long is up to you, as is the reason for the separation. Was it unwilling - an imprisonment, a required journey - or because of a choice one of the characters made? The reason may, of course, color the reunion, and somebody may be pretty miffed, with good reason. Still, the theme is the same: intimacy after being apart.
This meme is mostly geared towards being a smut meme, but nobody will judge you for just doing so heavy fluff.
Reply with your character and preferences.
Reply to others. Assumed CR is probably key here.

[either the returned or the returned to. Smut, fluff, angst, this can even be gen, or some mix of those. They all work. Assumed CR is fine. m/f for anything shippy]

Edited 2018-08-11 00:36 (UTC)

[He travels. Also he reincarnates a lot. I'll roll with whatever.]

[Castmates preferred.]

[Post IW? Or first meeting after Bucky was a frozen pizza?]

[ prefs in journal. ]

[I have no real preference, both are good. Depends on which one of them you want to be moodier tbh]

[ Brand new muse, so apologies for any roughness. ]

[ 20+ ]

[being reincarnated is the same as being away right?

Bucky has no idea what happened. It was the strangest thing; one moment he was standing in the forest, feeling something unraveling. Like a thread in his stomach being yanked out. And the next? The next he was face down on the dirt again, alone and lost, trying to figure out what had happened. Luckily he hadn't been alone. The group of (apparently) reformed heroes that had fallen at the end of their battle with Thanos followed T'Challa back, out of the forest. And back to the people who were waiting for them.

It was then that the truth came out and Bucky was barely able to wait till he was alone to punch his hand through a wall. It had seemed like a second to him. Like a blink if the time your eye was closed was bright, yellow, timeless, and safe. He had thought maybe it had been an hour. A day at most, judging off what he could tell of the sun. But then Natasha told him and the proof of what she was saying was clear in the few lines of strain her face held now that she hadn't, before. It hadn't been an hour.

It had been three years.

Three years that they'd been gone. Wakanda without their king. The Galaxy without their Guardians. Steve... God, Steve.

It was the only thing that he had cared about, when they got to the main building. Where was Steve? Was he alive? Was he in one piece? How soon could he get out to him and help get him back home? How was he? The answers calmed him, but only a little. Steve was on his way back, alive, but no one directly could answer how he was or had been? They'd had a mission, after all. One that they'd apparently done and done well. Everything else had to come secondary.

But Bucky knew Steve better than to think that meant he'd been fine.

So instead of waiting inside, Bucky finds himself out on the landing deck, waiting for the jet to touch down. Three years. Steve hasn't seen him for three years. But maybe he's been fine. This wasn't the first time, after all. And Steve had managed the last one. But Bucky won't settle down until he's at least seen Steve and gotten positive proof of not only his state of health, but also state of well-being.

As the plane sets down, Bucky stops pacing and just waits off to the side. It had only been a second for him. It doesn't seem fair that Steve always gets the short end of these sticks when it comes to them being separated. But at least he keeps coming back, it seems. He pastes on a smile and crosses his hands over his chest, acting like this is just any other milk run on any other day. Just your best bud, back from the dead. No big deal.

Maybe, if he is lucky, he'll get another pat on the back.