Sydney stands outside of the bunker, wringing her hands together as she listens to the motorcycle heading towards her. She'd only been back an hour when the security system alerted her to movement on the path to the bunker. She could barely contain herself when she spotted him on the cameras. She didn't think this would happen so soon. She honestly thought it would be another two years. She thought that it might never actually happen. Two years had separated them. Two years had changed them. She wasn't sure where they stood when he left. Only that they had missed one another immeasurably. It was left open. But he's here. He's here. Climbing off of his bike in front of her. Hair pulled back into a ponytail and showing off those wonderfully beautiful features of his face. She lets out a breath and takes a step forward, though she feels her legs may just give out. Relief floods through her. Relief that he came and he found her. That he's here. He grabs his bag from the bike and heads towards her. A little surprised to see her standing out here waiting for him. Little surprised about this place all together. There is a simple metal warehouse-style door behind her. And that it is. The mound behind it doesn't really scream home to him. He lowers his eyes and looks at her softly, raising an eyebrow.

"I installed security cameras along the road not long after I decided to stay" She explains seeing the look in his eyes. "For a place that is clearly meant to be so secret and secure there wasn't much helping it" She admits as she steps closer to him. "I saw you as soon as you made the turn off" Bucky smiles at her, reaching out to cup her cheek softly, then pauses. Worried about his new arm and touching her. He was used to it with his last arm, but this new one he is still getting used to. And getting used to being soft with it. He curls his fingers into his palm and then drops his arm. She clears her throat and turns away from him, glancing at his bag in his flesh hand. "You..visiting or...or staying?"

"Staying" He answers firmly. His place is here with her. "If that's...okay with you?" She hums and nods, touching his arm before heading inside. Bucky follows after her, adjusting his hold on his bag, suddenly feeling very nervous about this. It has been two years since they lived together. Two years since they've been a couple. Two years is a long time in their lives.

...............

Bucky follows Sydney through the inside of the bunker, his eyes scanning around and checking out the place that she has called home. It's a bunker. An actual bunker. Built into the ground and made up to be a home. He remembers the advertisements in the papers back in the 40s for bomb shelters. They never looked like this. She takes him into a long hallway lined with doors. She draws her hand along the wall until they touch a door.

"You could have your own room, it that's why you want" She touches a closed door as she leads him along the hallway before she stops and knocks on the door. It's an empty bedroom. As she doesn't know where they stand with one another, she thinks it might be best, for now, that he has his own space.

"What if I don't want my own room?" He asks her, she lets out a breath and smiles to herself. She was feeling a little doubt in regards to their relationship, it's true. It's been two years and a lot has changed. But she hoped. She really hoped that he was still interested in exploring a relationship with her. He reaches out with his flesh hand and touches her back, guiding her to turn around to face him. "I love you" He assures her firmly. "That hasn't changed" He promises softly. She nods a little and touches his chest, she is then falling into him, curling herself into his hold as his arms wrap around her.

"Just when you didn't....touch me before" She mumbles and he snorts. He knew he made a mistake then. He should have just followed through with his affection, but he didn't.

"I have a new arm" He informs her, drawing his new hand down her back, carefully. "I'm not used to being tender with it" She pushes herself back from him and runs her hand over his arm. "It's stronger than my last.......I was worried about hurting you" She gives him a look and he sighs. "I know" He assures her and shrugs. He was being stupid. She's a vampire, capable of taking a few hits without batting an eye. He should have known better than to worry about hurting her. She pulls off his glove to reveal the black and gold vibranium of his arm given to him by the Wakandan royal family to fight against Thanos.

"You'll just have to get used to it" She comments and lifts his hand to curl it around her cheek. "It's okay" She whispers and leans into his hand. He lets out a soft breath and leans forward to press his forehead to hers, drawing his false thumb over her cheek.

.....

The two of them are curled up in bed together. Two years they have both waited for this. For them to be reunited. For them to embrace one another again. He glances around her bedroom. It's not as clean and pretty as their room back in Romania. None of their trinkets have made it it seems. All of his goats. Gone. He pulls a face at that, but it will be easy enough to replace them. He might even have a couple in his bag waiting to be unpacked. None of her little trinkets are here either. Her crystals and glass ballerina. But this is her home, which makes it his home now too. She is his home. He watches as she holds up his vibranium hand and turns it around to catch the light from the bulb above them. It's not as effective at that as his former arm, but he doesn't think it is about making it reflect the light and is actually more about her looking at his new arm.

"What happened to our apartment?" He asks her, she lets out a breath through her nose and shrugs.

"I don't know" She answers. "I went back to get my go-bag, but I assume once they cleared it it would have been packed up and rented on...."

"All our things?" He asks, she snorts.

"Alas, I think they made their new home at a dump" She offers sadly, knowing how much those things meant to him because they were the first things he chose and bought himself after what Hydra did to him. "But we can get new things..." He nods in agreement but it is not the same. Their life was in that apartment. Everything that Hydra did to him was undone in that apartment. She pushes him back against the bed as she straddles his waist. "I'm sorry" She offers as she draws her fingers along his jaw.

"I know" He assures her, touching her waist and drawing his hand up her back. He has to accept that it's gone. And she's right, the can make this their home. Even if he has to share it with her brothers. That's going to take some getting used to.

"So" She starts against his lips. "Still worried about that hand?" He lifts his vibranium hand to her face and curls it around her cheek. He hums and shrugs.

"Perhaps some more practice won't hurt" He draws her in closer and she smirks, kissing him softly.