The name of the university is ringing a bell in his mind, and Bucky shrugs lightly, his cracked lips carefully curling into a small smile:
"I knew that," he says, unconvincingly. Part of him knows he has classes to get to, assignments to grade and students to help, but it feels...strange. Like this is the dream and not the other way around.
"I know that," he reiterates before he looks up at Steve, "but it doesn't feel real, you know? Like. I'm not supposed to be here."
And most importantly, like Steve isn't supposed to be there either. There's this bittersweet feeling that settles heavily in his belly, as if this reunion isn't supposed to be happening at all.
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"I knew that," he says, unconvincingly. Part of him knows he has classes to get to, assignments to grade and students to help, but it feels...strange. Like this is the dream and not the other way around.
"I know that," he reiterates before he looks up at Steve, "but it doesn't feel real, you know? Like. I'm not supposed to be here."
And most importantly, like Steve isn't supposed to be there either. There's this bittersweet feeling that settles heavily in his belly, as if this reunion isn't supposed to be happening at all.