Hi All,

This is either a one-shot or a two-parter (I haven't quite decided yet). Either way, I really want it to be an extract from a fic I'm thinking about writing soon about Bucky and an OC.

As for the title, yes – I totally stole it from the Wiz Khalifa song, but the song has been stuck in my head for days, and in a weird way, I feel like it's pretty appropriate when referring to a Bucky/Steve reunion.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it – let me know what you think.

P.S. Apologies for any spelling and grammar mistakes - I always proof-read, but always seem to miss some. :-/

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Releasing a shuddering breath he didn't even realise he had been holding in, Steve Rogers stopped opposite the very innocent, very non-descript looking door.

Number 37.

From the outside there was no way to tell that there was anything remotely significant about this door. It was the same bland, pale green as all the other doors in the hallway; the paint was just as chipped as those either side, and the once shiny numbers were just as dull and lack-lustre as every other in old apartment building.

After everything he'd been through, it had never occurred to Steve that such an ordinary door could have such a huge impact on his future.

It felt like it had taken him forever to get here. Not just to the door from all the way across town, but to this moment in time.

It was hard to describe exactly what emotions he had been filled with when he found out that Bucky was still alive. On the one hand, he was ecstatic. Not only did it turn out that he didn't have to be the only man out of time in this crazy backwards world of his, but it just so happened that his companion was his best friend. No… not his best friend; Bucky was so much more than that. Bucky was more like his brother.

And so to have the joy of finding out his would-be brother was alive and well be marred by the knowledge that he was now a slave to the same evil organisation he had supposedly died trying to stop was more than a kick in the guts.

Steve was lucky though. He had Sam. In fact, he would never have made it number 37 if it wasn't for Sam.

It had taken them months.

At the beginning of their search for Bucky, they had believed that he would have returned to HYDRA, and, as a result, had unknowingly wasted weeks searching through HYDRA facilities, and interrogating HYDRA agents in their attempt to locate the former Howling Commando.

To be honest, it was really nothing more than plain and simple luck that put them on the right track.

Or rather, Sam's luck.

And now, here he was. Standing, in a mild state of shock, outside number 37 trying to build up the courage to knock.

It was silly really. He had done so many things in his life. Dangerous things, stupid things, things that other people liked to call "brave", but here, in this moment, the great Captain America was being thwarted by a door.

Scoffing slightly at the thought, Steve shook his head and reached out his fist, knocking on the door before he had time to reconsider.

And then came the worst part.

The waiting.

Bucky was supposedly in there. Had apparently been staying here this whole time. Why exactly, Steve had yet to figured out.

He could hear footsteps from within the apartment now, and instantly felt his heart rate increase.

What if he was wrong? What if Bucky wasn't here, and this was just another dead end?

Or, on other hand, what if they were right? What if Bucky was walking towards the door right now…?

And before Steve had time to decide which outcome terrified him the most, the door to number 37 was opened.