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[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

Las Vegas had changed quite a bit in the last 70 years. The last time he was here this was only a back water town, a pit stop on the USO tour on their way west. Now it was an entire city that catered to tourists. Steve wandered around among the flashy buildings and (mostly) gaudily dressed tourists in the strip, looking for signs that matched the descriptions in the report he was given for HYDRA.

Nothing. Nothing that stood out to him of course.

Usually something like this was best assigned to Natasha or Clint, but Clint was on medical leave, and he'd been outvoted when it came to another mission that Bucky and Natasha had left on a day before he'd left. Thor and Bruce wasn't even considered and Tony had meetings Ms. Potts had said he was not allowed to get out of unless it was a global emergency. Tony had clapped on on the back and told him to go wild, which Steve had rolled his eyes at. He shook his head at a poster advertising spa and massages and decided to find somewhere quieter for lunch away from the main strip.

Of course, it was on his way out that he spotted a familiar face, a HYDRA agent they'd been on the lookout for the last few months. Of course Steve will put off his lunch to follow. And of course, something will go wrong and the last Steve remembered was feeling a pinch at the back of his neck and then blacking out

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By the time Bucky returned Steve was lounging on top of the covers, sitting partially up against the headboard and pillows. He hadn't bothered putting pajamas back on, knowing that Bucky would insist they come off immediately and he was feeling too mellow for another discussion over sleeping clothes. (He refused to acknowledge that he was getting used to sleeping without clothing, no matter how cold it was; Bucky was warm enough in any case.)

"HYDRA is to blame for kidnapping me, I didn't kidnap myself." Steve pointed out as Bucky tossed the pillows (only four of them) this way and that onto the bed and caught the one that fell conveniently into his lap. "That's my defense. I have no control over what they do or think." He paused and looked at the pillow consideringly. "And I feel compelled to tell you that you may have 4 free hits with the pillow before I start responsive action." That should be fair enough; four pillows, four hits.

He was really still working on Steve to accept the ease and comfort of just lounging around naked with him when it was time for bed or fun in and around bed. It appeared that his friend was as resistant of staying out of clothing most of the time as he was of steering clear of them. The fact that they warred over bed clothes seemed appropriate when they got along about pretty much anything else.

"No, but how come you didn't fight back like you usually do? Afraid of an unusual amount of property damage this time?" He settled down and noted that Steve had a pillow too, not that he cared for any of that. Their war couldn't be limited to just fists. "I only need three to make you regret." And then he proceeded to attack Steve with the pillow in his grip with a savage barrage and made three hits and then exploded feathers everywhere. "Do you regret yet?"

Steve didn't count himself as a prude but he still preferred clothes most of the time. Bucky might not mind the cold, especially in the winter but he did. Not even blankets made up for cold New York winters, no matter how good indoor heating has improved in the last seventy years (or how warm Bucky was). It was an ongoing discussion between them that was probably not going to be decided either way for a long time. Especially since both of them were stubborn.

"Ambushes happen. I have never claimed to be all seeing." Steve grunted out as Bucky started his attacks with the pillows. Bucky was not gentle with them in the slightest. He winced as feathers began flying everywhere and made a mental note to leave an extra big tip for the cleaning ladies the next morning when they checked out, holding up an arm in an attempt fend them off from his face. "You'd have been better off asking HDYRA if they regretted kidnapping me. Actually...they probably regret it now that you blew up another one of their bases." He said matter-of-factly as he picked up his own pillow. He told Bucky that Bucky was allowed four hits and directly after the fourth hit he'll be retaliating.

He preferred now to get his heat from Steve when they shared a bed together. His friend was very warm and comfortable to cuddle down with that it seemed strange to bother with clothing. Plus, he had grown very fond of skin-to-skin contact with Steve, and he was not all that ready to consider giving it up because it happened to be a little cold outside the blankets.

"No, but you should be able to smell a HYDRA trap miles away," he pointed out, though he certainly didn't fault Steve for the incident. If anything, he had been good to come and help, to rid the world of yet another HYDRA base and protect his friend at the same time.

Of course, he didn't relent until there was only fabric of the pillow left, feathers and fluff all over the bed. These fancy places certainly didn't make tough fabrics anymore if that result occurred. "There are always more HYDRA bases," he replied and blew a feather from clinging to his hair and tossed the casing away because it was pointless to have a pillow fight with no pillow filling.

He would always prefer to be warm, even hot over the cold. He still remembered cold New York winters before the war, where indoor heating consisted of a mixed coal/wood fireplace that he had to constantly get up and refuel every three or four hours. And he could never afford quite enough fuel so it was always on the chilly side and the walls were the type that were cold in winter and hot in the summer. Seventy years spent frozen in ice didn't help. With the serum, his body temperature ran hotter now but he stilled preferred a warmer temperature for his apartment and warm blankets and clothing in the winter. It was all in the mind he knew, but he couldn't make himself be otherwise. There was Bucky to cuddle with in bed most nights now and even without clothing Bucky kept him warm enough. For now anyway. And he liked the skin to skin contact more than he could admit.

"Still haven't developed clairvoyant abilities overnight." Steve answered dryly. He did appreciate Bucky coming for him, always would. And if push comes to shove, the rest of the Avengers would come too. Then there were no more words but him and Bucky going at each other with the pillows. He wasn't quite as hard on his makeshift weapon as Bucky was but there were still his fair share of feathers scattered around the bed and on his hair from his pillow. He made another mental note to recompense the hotel for the damage as well as the extra cleanup. "Yes." He sighed at the thought of more HYDRA bases hidden around. "There's always more heads to kill." He put the pillow aside as well and reached out to pick out a feather from Bucky's hair.

Steve had always enjoyed the heat and he had apparently had a better appreciation of the cold. There was nothing wrong with the differences in preference save that one was giving way to the wants of the other. He figured that as long as fewer clothes were involved in the process while they were alone, he was fine with whatever temperature everything had to be. It wasn't like Steve put up much of a fuss about it now that they had entered the realm of being lovers, a term that made him flush with pleasure every time he heard it, even if it wasn't even referring to him at all.

"But at least you can do anything other than that," he remarked with a shake of his head. He knew that the Avengers were a loyal group to one another, but it was nothing like this. Two men out of time waging war on each other with pillows until there was very little left of the pillows themselves. It wasn't even taxing on his strength and the strikes weren't painful at all, just provoking a sense of freedom that he found most with Steve. He blew feathers from the air trying to land on him, and he looked up when Steve plucked one from his hair. "Yes, HYDRA has mastered the ability to hide, and that makes them very dangerous," he agreed as he leaned in to catch Steve's lips in a kiss.

Steve was well aware he indulged most of Bucky's requests, to a degree that he got side-eyed looks from some of the more perceptive Avengers that knew him well. But why shouldn't he indulge Bucky's requests, the harmless ones. He supposed it was just...easier...that there were no clothes in the way when they started getting intimate in bed, which was often. Bucky was eager for the close contact and pleasure and Steve was the same. It's been long time for him, and longer for Bucky that they both wanted to indulge as often as they could.

"Nobody's perfect, Bucky. Least of all me." Steve said with a teasing smile. While pillow fights have never happened between the Avengers (none that he knew of anyway and he didn't live full time in the Tower), snow fights did happen occasionally in the winter, or prank wars. He knew there was an unspoken agreement (for now) that Bucky was not to be pranked but Steve knew if the others could see this scene right now that restriction would be dropped quickly. "We'll just have to cut off each head and burn the stumps one by one." Steve answered easily and then there were no more words for the moment as Steve leaned into the kiss, eyes sliding closed as his arms reached out to draw Bucky back as close as can be.

"Maybe not perfect, but you're getting fairly close. You're like... eighty-seven percent perfect," he said thoughtfully as feathers still drifted through the air around them. He would put the number higher, but he had a feeling that Steve would contest anything that happened to be in the nineties. Besides, he knew the truth regardless, and Steve would eventually accept it or their battling would continue for the sake of battling, which was always exciting.

He waved a hand in the air to prevent a drifting feather from trying to land on his nose and blew air at it so it flew over to Steve. He nodded his head and suddenly surged forward to tackle Steve over, the air generated from his motions sending feathers all over the place despite the fact that they hadn't been very far apart in the first place, not with Steve reaching for him. "Let's not talk about HYDRA in bed. We can make that a house rule like no sex in the pillow fort, alright?"

Steve laughed at the number, which seemed arbitrarily high to him. Of course Bucky would give him a high number and he was surprised it wasn't actually higher than that. Then again if Bucky asked him the same question, he probably would have given a similarly high number. They were both biased for one another, he knew. Steve knew his own faults however and knew despite how some people saw it, he was far from perfect.

When the feather floated over in front of his face, he puffed air back at it to make it go back to Bucky playfully, only to grunt as he was suddenly tackled into the mattress. "Alright, alright. New rule, no talk of HYDRA or work in bed." It was something he was happy to abide with; they were supposed to relax in bed, not talk of something that made him angry and at times depressing. One of feathers sent into the air by Bucky's sudden motion landed on his nose and he couldn't help but sneeze suddenly. "Sorry, sorry!" Steve scrounged up his face as he apologized for sneaking in Bucky's face.

That laughter made everything in the world right just for that moment. Everything fit into place in his world, and he could just lay there amid the ruined fluff and feathers and listen to it all day. It was moments like these that built him up again and made him remember what he was fighting for, why it was important not to make the slide back into being the Winter Soldier entirely. This was waiting for him, greeting him, pushing him to take back his life. He would be forever bias towards Steve, and he didn't plan on changing that ever.

The feather brushed his cheek and was sent on his way as he laid out on Steve on the bed again. He blinked when Steve suddenly sneezed right in his face, and the feather brushed his forehead and stuck in his hair as he blinked his eyes rapidly. He then bent and kissed Steve hard as if that was the only thing in the world that would make up for the 'slight' against him.

He could see that Bucky was changing, moving towards something more than what HYDRA ever planned for their asset. (Just thinking that HYDRA would think they could use people as a soulless object made Steve's blood boil.) Or perhaps it was moving back, back into what Bucky was before. But not entirely the same, or even close to it, Steve knew. He's long known that it wasn't possible, just like it wasn't possible for him to go back to the Steve before the serum. That was alright too. As long as Bucky was happy with who he was, so was he.

Steve couldn't help but laugh again at the look on Bucky's face as the feather floated from his face over to Bucky's only to get stuck in Bucky's hair and the laugh turned into a moan as Bucky's mouth pressed against his. As they kissed Steve slide his hands up against Bucky's spine until he reached shoulders to continue with one hand up into the mess of wild hair at the back of Bucky's head. When they broke for air Steve kisses Bucky's cheekbones, nose and his forehead, smiling a bit dopily at his friend.

His eyes half-closed with the little bursts of laughter, almost regretting that he cut it off with a kiss. It still rang in his ears though and he could turn it over in his mind even as his lips worked over Steve's soft warm ones. The combination was quite wonderful, especially as he felt Steve's hand in his hair, a favourite of his now that he had come to appreciate that his mess of hair could be stroked and grasped like that.

He sighed and squirmed in pleasure at the little kisses dancing across his skin, eyes remaining closed as he just leaned into the embrace. It felt so warm, and he knew this was probably what being loved felt like. His fingers massaged Steve's shoulders as he shifted his legs to straddle his friend's waist, curling his feet just under Steve's thighs to force them up just slightly.

It was a good thing the Bucky didn't remember Steve was ticklish or Steve would be on continuous watch for attempts to pin him down and tickle him. (It had been a thing, one summer when they were kids.) But now Steve had something else to distract him with, especially when Bucky has shown he liked his hair and scalp stroked and petted (and pulled on even durin sex). That was something new and it was something Steve himself didn't know he'd liked doing until now. No one, not even Peggy had ever given him permission to play with their hair. And Bucky had lovely thick hair that felt wonderful to sink his fingers into, like he was doing now.

Steve' shoulders relaxed under the ministrations of Bucky's fingers and he shifted his thighs up accordingly to Bucky's feet underneath them. He loved it when Bucky looked all relax and content, especially when leaning in against Steve's body. There was never any reason to feel cold when Bucky was here like this with him. Steve dropped more kisses along the hairline down Bucky's ear, nuzzling lightly at that spot. In the meantime this new position pressed right against his soft cock, and Steve rubbed lazily once or twice against it but he felt no other urge to do anything more right now, unless Bucky wanted.

There was so much to still learn and relearn about Steve and how they interacted together. There was no way that the Smithsonian ever covered such parts of his life, since he was not the super-soldier that the world needed. That was all Steve, but he was endlessly curious about his previous life before the Soldier. He knew there were little things that he had to relearn and explore on his own, and he really wanted to. Now and especially with the road trip seemed like a very good opportunity to rediscover all these things that he and Steve enjoyed together.

He tucked in close, warm and satisfied and comfortable, and there was something very comforting feeling the way that he rose and fell with each of Steve's breaths. He stroked his friend's shoulders as they lay together, his eyes closing at the kisses, tilting his head to give Steve more access to his ear. He shifted, grinding his hips lazily but without intention of arousal for the time being, just enjoying the entire scenario despite having feathers everywhere. "The world... is much simpler when we're like this."

He had felt a mixture of all different emotions, particularly embarrassment, awkwardness and loss when the Smithsonian first put up the exhibition. They had been good to put up accurate information but at the same time it didn't feel like enough. They had missed all the tiny details about his old friends, about Bucky even though logically he knew they couldn't put everything in. There was nothing his and Bucky's adventures growing up in Brooklyn, nothing about Morita's habit of drumming his fingers when waiting, Dum Dum's favourite colour, what Gabe kept in his wallet at all times and Dernier's favourite types of cigarettes. (Steve was well aware HE was the main subject, not his friends and that just made him feel worse at the time.) And there weren't many people who remembered now, and though he did had hope Bucky would remember everything in time, he was happy enough with what they've already rediscovered together and the opportunity to make new memories together.

Steve could fall asleep like this, he thinks. Bucky was so obviously content with where he is and so was Steve. He has long since gotten used to having a solid weight on him in bed that it felt odd not to have it whenever Bucky was away on missions. The grinding against his cock got a lazy twitch from Steve but he ignored it in favour of pay slow lazy kisses and nuzzles against Bucky's ear and neck. "Yeah...just the two of us...no one to interrupt, nothing to worry about." They couldn't stay like this forever of course but Steve wouldn't object to prolonging it as long as he could.

The Smithsonian had confirmed things for him but also left him with a lot more questions as well. The confirmation had been enough to drive him to find his friend, to settle in with Steve who had all the answers that the Smithsonian did not. There were faces there in the exhibits that were shadows of a life he still couldn't remember well, but it had been his initial lifeline back then. Now it seemed so paltry considering all the wild stories that Steve told him about the war, Brooklyn, their friendship, the stupid stuff they had done for no other reason than to do it.

He made no effort to move away from Steve, no effort to stop kissing the soft skin that had just a hint of sweat on it. He sucked a hickey into one spot on Steve's neck, but he knew that it would fade quickly and didn't care one bit. He slowly relaxed even more, his motions slowing, his belly full of good food, his mind a pleasant haze of all the good things they had done and would do. He closed his eyes, nestled his face into Steve's neck and slowly drifted off he sleep, completely uncaring about the state of the room that they were occupying. All that mattered was that they were together and they were relatively safe.

No matter how Steve personally felt about the Smithsonian exhibit he was glad it was there. There so that people may learn at least some few facts about his old friends and more importantly, had given Bucky a nudge in the right direction towards Steve. Even if the information at the exhibit contained the bare minimum of their shared history, Steve was happy to fill in the blanks for Bucky, to tell Bucky everything he wanted to know, either in words or in pictures. It didn't matter that Bucky didn't remember everything, that he was here, that he stayed and had the desire to know more was enough for Steve.

Steve sighed into soft skin as Bucky peppered kisses back onto him and even sucked a mark into his skin. It would be gone within the hour he knew and Steve felt just a bit regretful about it. He continued to pet Bucky's hair and mouth back at Bucky's neck and ear, his own actions slowing down as his eyelids began to droop as well. It's been a long day for him already and now that he had Bucky's familiar weight on him even in a bed that was not his own he drifted readily into sleep, more at ease than he had been in the last few days.

And when he woke, it was to a room with feathers scattered everywhere surrounding and on the bed and a clock showing a time an hour and a half later than he usually would have slept. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what happened last night and he smiled fondly down at the mess of dark brown hair still resting on his chest and shoulder.

Steve was always warm and solid underneath him, and it didn't matter that their surroundings were different from usual. It had been a long day, both with the start of his own mission and then coming here to find Steve and while they had had only a few hours together and there were sirens down in the streets as the HYDRA base was dealt with now that it was exposed, he slept easily and well from where he had lay himself down. Between the two of them, he considered this the safest place to be.

Aside from straightening his legs in the night, he remained a heavy weight on his friend's chest. There was considerable comfort as he rose and fell with each of Steve's deep breaths in sleep, something that made him think of different times when the opposite would be true. Maybe he was remembering a time when Steve was small and needed his chest to rest on. Maybe he was remembering way back when they were children.

Slowly, he shifted on Steve's chest and opened his eyes, which sharpened when he realized he was awake. His eyes flicked around the room to find the place in a state of disarray from feathers, and he slowly lifted his head from where it had rested against Steve's shoulder. He bit back a yawn and instead stretched slightly before finding himself looking down into Steve's face which wore a fond smile. "I suspect we slept too long. Are you feeling well?"

The hotel had very good soundproofing (it had to, at the price it charged), nearly on par with what the Tower had. But Steve could still hear the sounds of local authority responding to the 'mess' he and Bucky had 'cleaned up' yesterday. On an ordinary day he would have been up and about already, probably starting on debriefing on any missions that he part in yesterday, certainly had have breakfast and gone for a run already. But they'd sent him here on 'vacation' so Steve thought himself justified in leaving any HYDRA related cleanup to the rest of the Avengers.

He could feel it, the moment when Bucky started to wake up, that minute shift in body movement and breathing. When they had been young children, they had napped together often enough on the same bed, curled up closely together on limited space. What did they call it these days? Big spoon and little spoon? As the thought passed through his head he couldn't help but smile, a silly little smile in response to it. Yes, back in those days he'd been a 'little spoon' and Bucky the 'big spoon'. He rather missed that sometimes, the way his body was small enough that Bucky could fit around him easily.

Steve stayed relaxed and at ease as Bucky woke up completely and his eyes followed Bucky's gaze around their room. "I feel completely well." He answered reassuringly. "We've both had a long day yesterday and our bodies were aware of it." He scrounged up onto his arms and leaned his head in close to Bucky's. "Shower for both of us then...hmm...it's a bit late for breakfast...brunch I think. I can order in again, unless you want to go out instead?" There was a buffet as part of the hotel that Steve had tried but he'd found the amount and variety of food offered overwhelming, not to mention the amount of people there. He didn't enjoy it and he doubted Bucky would either.

Calm and secure where he was, he lounged purposefully on Steve's chest even as his eyes moved around the room looking for discrepancies from what he remembered from the night before. This arrangement had become familiar to him as well, though it wasn't always just like this either. Sometimes they were on their sides, sometimes he could convince Steve to switch, other times they weren't even at the pillows but the opposite way. This was still the exact way that he liked to sleep, curled up or at least close to Steve's dependable warmth and solidness.

"It's later than it usually is," he pointed out, though he recognized that Steve probably already knew that. They did not make it a habit to sleep in, but it had been a long and trying day, so this change in their schedule seemed perfectly acceptable. He lifted his head from where it had come to rest on Steve's shoulder and immediately kissed his friend's lips in a very 'good morning' way. "Yes, shower together and then eat here."

He preferred to avoid public places when he ate given his reactions. Plus, he wasn't going to risk being stared at on such an auspicious day, the first day of their holiday and road trip together. He reached out and picked a feather from Steve's hair, examining it and then nuzzling his friend as he slid his body off to the side. "Once we bathe and eat, we can start our trip?"

Steve slipped his hands behind his head in a casual pose, waiting until Bucky finished his visual inspection of their surroundings. Other than the addition of feathers, nothing has changed. In any case, with their enhanced hearings any surprise 'visitors' would be detected before they got one foot in the door, Steve was sure. Especially Bucky, who seemed to sleep with one ear open, no matter their sleeping positions. Most often then not that was draped over Steve's torso, their legs entangled. At Bucky's insistence, occasionally Steve would be the one draped over Bucky, though he was rather dubious about Bucky's comfort like this; how could he be when Steve was both bigger and heavier than he was?

"We ARE on vacation, or at least I am." Steve responded wryly. "That's the entire point of them sending me here, however sneaky they thought were being. And that's one you do on vacations I think. Sleep as late as you want, go to bed as late as you want?" Steve rather doubted he would if it had been a normal day yesterday. His days in the army has firmly fixed his habits into sleeping early and rising early. Steve returned the quick peck of his lips with a quick one of his own. "You can start the shower first, I need to make a few calls...order breakfast and arrange for a rental car."

He grinned at the feather picked out of his hair, an inevitable consequence of sleeping in a mess of destroyed pillows without cleaning up first, sliding off the bed after Bucky and pressing another quick kiss to Bucky's cheek in response to the nuzzling. "Yes...well...after we clean up the feathers here. The staff doesn't need extra work cleaning that up, that was all us." He was going to be leaving a big tip to the cleaning staff as well.

Slowly, he turned his head as he folded his mismatched arms across the top of Steve's chest and rested his chin there, peering down into his friend's face, mirroring a casualness that he often didn't feel. This time he did, especially as he stretched his legs and tangled their feet together, considering the sheer notion of a holiday. He couldn't remember ever having one, though he supposed every day not serving HYDRA was probably what a vacation was supposed to feel like.

"But didn't we just sleep late because we were exhausted and because you were potentially experimented on?" He had slept well because Steve was here, and he had eaten very well just before bed too. That seemed like a reasonable explanation as any as to why they had slept beyond when they normally awakened and gotten on with their exercise or eating or whatever it was that happened to be planned for the day.

"Not together?" He frowned but pushed himself up off of Steve's body and stretching when he had regained his feet. He nodded, obediently wandering off to the bathroom in order to give Steve space to do whatever was necessary to set things right for this little road trip and he cleaned himself up with a shower. He made certain to be conservative with the hot water, and fifteen minutes later, he was wandering out again in nothing more than a towel around his waist. "Your turn?"

The position they were both in on the bed puts Bucky's nose right within kissing distance, so Steve gives in to the temptation, leaning up just a bit to quickly peck there with his lips. He loved seeing Bucky like this, all loose and relaxed and he was gladder than ever that his proposal of a vacation was taken so well. He couldn't quite remember ever having taken one either; before the war, he'd have considered holidays were for rich people who could afford to take days off of a job without suffering the financial consequences for it. And then there was the war, and no one even thought seriously of one while on the front lines.

"Well, most likely. But I think that's also the point of a vacation. To not follow your everyday schedule and do something different. Or not as you choose." Steve always slept better when Bucky was near, safe and sleeping well. A part Steve was kind of itching to go out on a run as he usually did, though right now he felt more like getting mundane things such as eating and showering out of the way to start their much anticipated roadtrip.

He pressed a quick kiss to Bucky's cheek and answered rather apologetically. "Another time. If we want to leave today I should make those calls now." He should also at least give one of the Avengers a heads up that they were leaving Vegas. Steve watched as Bucky disappeared off into the bathroom and reached for the phone on the bedside table to start his calls, only to finish the last one just as Bucky re-entered the room again and Steve trailed his eyes appreciatively down Bucky's mostly naked body. "Yes. Breakfast will be sent up in about twenty minutes." He stretched and took the few steps to the attached bathroom to start his morning cleanup routine.

"I wouldn't know. I don't remember ever having a vacation before, unless you count being frozen for months or years. I suspect that's more of a long sleep rather than a vacation," he reflected even as he finished up with what he was doing. He watched Steve, noting that his friend was off of the phone and clearly had made whatever arrangements were necessary for them to head out on their trip when it suited them.

"Twenty minutes. Right, I will be dressed and waiting," he said, nodding his head. He would not bring a knife to that service either, aware that most people didn't take well unless it was Steve or Natasha, both of whom indulged him in such antics. Hotel staff seemed not to be equipped to deal with it.

Instead, he padded to the bedroom to dry himself off completely and pull on a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey long-sleeved shirt. He tossed a red collared shirt over top, but he left it unbuttoned and instead decided to groom himself appropriately. He tied his hair up into a simple tail and then applied the simple leather gloves that were far more appropriate when dealing with the public. He found people stared at his metal fingers, so it was best to keep them from attracting attention.

Then he began the clean up of feathers in the bedroom, putting them into a pillow case to be removed.

"It'll be something new for both of us. Together." He answered. And that was a good thought, Steve considered as he began to clean himself in the opulent bathroom provided as part of the hotel suite. Bucky didn't really remember too much about the America that was in their childhood and young adulthood and the one Steve remembered didn't really exist any more. Like he'd told Bucky, there had been a brief attempt at exploration of this new world he woke up in but his heart hadn't really been in it. It would be different this time, Steve is sure.

Twenty minutes was plenty of time for Steve to brush his teeth and take a quick shower. Army habits of washing as quickly as possible (and not waste hot water) was still very much ingrained into him. It was only when he and Bucky were washing together that these habits fall to the side. He spent a minute checking his own reflection in the mirror before deciding that the peach fuzz that was starting to show on his face didn't warrant shaving yet...in fact, it might be a good idea to grow it into a full beard. It might help him stay off the radar of the media in their raodtrip, another form of disguise other than the old hat and hoodie trick.

He smiled to see Bucky already cleaning up the feathers from last night and already dressed. "Let me get dressed and I'll help with that." Steve called out as he padded into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist much like Bucky did minutes ago. If the staff were as punctual about bringing up breakfast like they were last night they still had some time.

[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

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