Their pillow fort taken down by a stranger who didn't understand was...understandable, even if he wasn't happy about it. Steve trailed his fingers along the top of one counter as he headed towards the sound of Bucky's voice, passing Bucky in the hallways as he did so and went to the living room. He stood at the doorway and looked at the pile of blankets on the couch, all couch cushions back in its normal places. The cleaner did a good job and saved him time and effort from having to dust and wipe everything himself, but he'd rather have had to do it himself than have a stranger take apart something they weren't suppose to touch.
Shaking his head, he began to to put the pillow fort back together, one blanket for the ground, another for the roof, and couch cushions for walls. Just like it was before. It wouldn't be exactly the same as before, but it would be close. Hopefully good enough to put Bucky at ease again. He'd not missed the cold tone of his friend's way or the almost angry footsteps.
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Date: 2014-09-19 06:51 am (UTC)Shaking his head, he began to to put the pillow fort back together, one blanket for the ground, another for the roof, and couch cushions for walls. Just like it was before. It wouldn't be exactly the same as before, but it would be close. Hopefully good enough to put Bucky at ease again. He'd not missed the cold tone of his friend's way or the almost angry footsteps.