God. Bucky doesn’t need a weapon to kill Steve, just some well-timed breathing to flay Steve from the inside out.“What part of ‘go away’ do you not understand?” Bucky snaps.Steve goes away.*By the time Steve’s pulling ground beef from the freezer, he’s set with murderous resolution to make the best goddamn burgers Bucky has ever had in his life. He mixes the ground beef in a big glass bowl with a load of spices, then forms the patties and sets them in a cast iron pan on the range.Steve’s cutting a thick slice of cheddar cheese and feeling despondent when Bucky wanders past the kitchen and into the living room. He’s dressed in a bathrobe that only reaches midway down his calves, a towel wrapped around his hair and soft slippers on his feet that shush-shush across the tile floor. Steve freezes in place and watches Bucky flop down on the leather sofa and turn on the TV. Steve feels the maelstrom in his mind quieten down several notches, just being in the same room again, knowing Bucky’s near and of his own volition.