Steve Rogers
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PLANS Steve will be sleeping through the majority of the timeskip.
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waking - Feb. 2702 - Station
It ends as suddenly as it came over him, with a sharp breath and a lot of confusion when Steve opens his eyes. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, looks down at the bed that he doesn't remember getting into. Bucky's asleep beside him, and the only thing that makes Steve doubt himself is how peaceful he looks, how that wouldn't be the case if something was wrong.
But Steve knows that something is. ]
Bucky.
[ He whispers his name, tries to shake his shoulder gently and gets ready to dodge the slash of a knife if need be. Some people sleep with teddy bears; his friend sleeps with a blade under his pillow. Steve says his name a little louder the second time, shakes him harder. The feeling from before not only returns, it's confirmed. There's a note in his hand, and Steve unfolds it to read Ariadne's handwriting: I miss you. Please wake up soon.
There's more around him, in different handwriting, some with the ink smeared. There's little gifts too, like things people might leave at a grave site, and it's all so damn unsettling that he can't stay still. Steve gets up, tries to use a locket that no longer works. He checks on Bucky one last time before he goes up into the Station, and the confusion gets worse from there. There are walls and windows repaired where they weren't before. Steve goes outside and there's a chill in the air that they were finally leaving behind the last he remembers, and a light patch of snow crunches under his boot.
Steve takes a deep breath, looks around one more time, and then starts looking for answers in any place or person that he can find them.]
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Ariadne doesn't notice, because she's bodily throwing herself in Steve's direction. The tears are starting back up too, but as long as she's allowed, she's going to hold onto him and not let go. ]
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Ari.
[He doesn't notice the cat either, can't take his eyes off her face as he closes the distance between them in two steps, catching her and picking her up off the ground.]
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There's a lot to say -- how much she missed him, how terrified she had been that he would never wake up again, how she'd really rather he never do that again. There's news to catch him up on, there's Bucky to worry about, there's her vision from winter and what it might mean. Sam has to be around somewhere, and she doesn't know if Steve knows about Natasha being gone yet, if he's gotten a chance to look at anything while she was getting here. But Ariadne can't stop crying, can't quite catch her breath enough to choke anything much out, sobbing into his shoulder and trying to kiss it at the same time. ]
Steve, [ she manages at last, and his name is thick with desperation and relief and love, like it's the only one she knows. ]
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He holds her as she sobs against his shoulder, stroking his hand against her hair, heart pounding in his chest. He doesn't want to do that to her again. He has to figure out what caused it, how to stop it. He never wants to be the reason that she cries ever again.]
I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. And I'm sorry.
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Wasn't your fault, [ she sniffs, making herself look up from his shoulder, eyes red, tears still falling. Ariadne wants to look at him, though; she's spent a lot of time looking, but she's missed his eyes. Her palm comes up to stroke along his cheek, forehead resting against his. ]
I missed you.
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[From the notes and little gifts that she left. Steve smiles at her as he reaches up to brush a tear away with his thumb, kisses away a second before pressing his forehead against hers again. His arms lock around her, holding her comfortably against him, and it feels like there's nothing in the world strong enough to break that hold.]
Now you're stuck with me again.
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[ Just... a lot of them. Some are for Bucky, but she had tried to keep them apart as things steadily accumulated the more they slept. ]
Good.
[ She could stay right in his arms forever, if given half a chance. Her tears are slowing down, Ariadne distracted by the fact that he's awake and with her again, at least for now. ]
I don't know if you noticed, but I kind of like you.
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[He smiles at her, and at the fact that fewer and fewer tears are starting to fall. Steve kisses the tip of her nose. What? It's adorable.]
I hope you've noticed that I kind of like you too.
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Ariadne smiles back, brushing her nose against his. ]
I hoped so, yeah.
[ Now don't mind her burrowing closer again. ]
You should look at everything that was left for you.
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[He's joking though, knowing that he needs to look at everything, that maybe it'll help him understand whatever has happened while he was asleep. Steve carries her over to the bed, settles them both there with Ari still in his lap.
He takes a deep breath and starts with the notes first.]
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[ And she doesn't. Shifts a bit, sure, enough to get comfortable -- and see what he's looking at, because she wrote a lot of them but not all of them, and she wants to know which one he's reading at any given time if at all possible -- but doesn't leave. Her head settles on his shoulder, fingers idly stroking whatever's in reach, wandering across him.
She'll answer any questions, add in details, but mostly she's focused on the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat, the way he moves as he unfolds the notes. ]