He could feel it, a change in the air, a shift in the earth. He looked around him, trying to pinpoint exactly what was giving him that strange feeling, and for a brief instant he saw him before a group of joggers passed, blocking him from view. Getting quickly to his feet Steve kept his eyes trained on the crowd and a moment later it parted and a lone figure stepped through, approaching him slowly. The clothes and general unkempt appearance did nothing to mask who it truly was.

All this time searching and all he had had to do was sit and wait for Bucky to come to him.

Steve wanted to close the distance between them, to hug his friend and call him by name, but he knew that was the worst thing he could do. He had to be cautious, for Bucky’s sake, for his own, and for all the people around them. He had to play it cool.

“It’s his day off,” he said, his eyes locking onto Bucky’s and searching for recognition, for intent, for affection.