[JamesBarnes_BiggestBoyAlive]

This new world was a constant pain in the ass, even after the rapture had come and gone and things had settled down. He hated the electronics, even when they were useful, and he hated the media. Nothing was ever what it seemed. He hated the fact that so many people knew who Steve was, which sometimes made going out downright infuriating. Most of the time people either had no clue who Bucky was, or were too afraid to say anything to or about him. That was fine with him as the number of people he ever wanted to converse with could be counted on one hand.

Sharing Steve was the worst of all, even though nobody else got to be as close or sensual to the blond as he did. If Bucky could have things his way he'd just keep the both of them locked up together in a basement somewhere. With most major threats gone the world was in a solemn state of peace and mourning. Though several years had passed since the rapture its effects were still prominent. On the plus side, the world was now empty enough for everyone to have food, water, and shelter without much issue.

His day could be going better but Bucky couldn't complain too much; Nat was sassy and attractive and knew how to make anyone have a good time, even him. When she had first started trying to befriend him he'd been suspicious of her intentions until Steve had explained that she was his bestfriend (aside from Bucky himself, of course). She didn't want to befriend Bucky just to placate him, she legitimately wanted to form some kind of bond so there would be less distrust and unease between them. Her solution to his stoic stance was booze and trash talk. It worked like a charm every time.

Eventually Sam elbows him in the side and points out the time. Had he not Bucky might have been late for his date with Steve, which probably would have upset him more than the other man. He had tried countless times to 'lighten up' as Steve was always suggesting. However, it seemed impossible for him to keep up a happy facade even for a few days. Something or other always seemed to upset him, and he always tried to hide it to avoid bothering Steve, but Steve could read him like a book he'd owned since birth.

With only a bit of a stagger, as he'd tried not to get wasted despite Nat's best attempts, Bucky bids them farewell and heads out onto the street. The air is crisp and there's a bit of snow on the ground. Idly he checks his phone on the way, only a few blocks from the bar he'd spent the afternoon in. Though he looked a bit disheveled, as though he hadn't slept in days, the bags under his eyes gave him a ruggedly handsome look. Thankfully he was only tipsy and managed not to look like a hobo along the way.

When he goes to open the door a gust of wind slams it open, making a few people glance at him and instantly sparking anxiety. He feels his forehead wrinkle and hopes to high hell that nobody stares at him for too long. With much clumsy grace he brings his bulk over to Steve's table. Greeting him with a brief toothy grin he removes his jacket and takes a seat across from him.

"Well hello there sunshine," Even though he's not one to truly smile often a small, natural smile blossoms across his lips now that he's here. Everything was always better when Steve was around.