Let's finish what we startedThe steady rhythm of footsteps on the boardwalk set the pace for Steve's heart; he'd listened to that particular gait for almost twenty years of his life, and was convinced he’d even know it in his sleep. He waited, but didn’t turn; half scared the steps would pass him by, heart stuttering as the sound stopped, starting again as it drew nearer to him like a magnet.
"You got my note."
Bucky's rough voice sent a shiver through Steve's whole body; he couldn't look into the gray eyes studying him so intently, and hesitantly; all at once, so he closed his own and sighed.
"Why'd you come back?"
Bucky took a deep breath, held it, let it out. "What happened- I- I'm so sorry, Steve. I feel like- I can never forgive myself for trying to- I didn't even know you! God, how could I not have known- I came here hoping I could tell you I'm sorry, and that you'd, I don't know, punch my lights out for tryin' to kill you... Ah, this was a stupid idea."
Steve finally glanced at Bucky w