Chapter Two:

After Bucky gives Steve some pointers, he falls asleep as soon as his head hits his pillow. Nothing else keeps him awake, and if the hotel had blown up while he's sleeping, he wouldn't know.

He wakes up well into the day and immediately regrets not asking for Steve's phone number, or skype, or something so he'll be able to keep in contact with him. Who knows if he'll ever see Steve again. Generally when he meets people while he's out of America and becomes friends with them, he never sees them again after that first meeting.

What's he even thinking, it even happens when he's in America.

The only person he manages to stay in contact with that he had met overseas is Natasha. They don't see each other in person all that often, but they do make an effort to visit each other on occasion. Sometimes for the holidays, sometimes the other just pops in for a visit. It's a bit unconventional, but it works, and Bucky is happy with the friendship that he has and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Bucky slowly gets out of bed and quickly changes his clothes. Maybe if he waits long enough and stares out the peephole, he'll eventually see Steve again and then he'll be able to ask for his contact info. He quickly decides to not do that because of how creepy it would appear to Steve to have someone who he just met suddenly pop out of the door as soon as he exits his own hotel room.

Bucky shakes his head. He's being completely ridiculous. He needs something to clear his thoughts and take his mind off of last night.

Coffee, he decides, coffee's always good. He wonders what type of coffee shops they have in Salzburg, it's one of the few places he hasn't been to before despite it pretty much being a music capital of the world. Ever since he was a child he's been interested in music. There's something about how personal it can be, how even if two people play the same song on the same instrument, it will be unique in its own way.

It's what lead him to learn how to play the guitar. Throughout middle school and high school he had been so devoted to that instrument, constantly playing it and improving. Bucky reflects on how he no longer plays it. How now it's only sitting propped up against the wall in his room, collecting dust. He wonders why he ever stopped playing, why he stopped doing something that is so important in his life.

He steps outside of the hotel and takes in a deep breath. He can't say that the air smells nice, crisp, and fresh, considering there always tends to be the lingering scent of sewage from times long past. It happens in a lot of the older cities.

The sky is grey with clouds, and it looks like it's going to start raining at any second. Mountains surround the busy Austrian town, some of them with pointed peaks with light dustings of snow along them, and others look like large, rolling hills. Bucky sees the fortress, standing proud while watching over the town and her people.

Across the street Bucky sees a Starbucks, the green sign standing proud against the white, baroque style building that the shop resides in. He decides that Starbucks is good enough for now, he can go to the other cafés while exploring Salzburg when he's less tired.

He enters the building and gets in the line. Luckily, it's not too long and he'll be able to place his order soon enough. Once it's his turn to order, he goes through the motions, gives the barista his name, pays them, walks off to the side, and waits for his name to be called. Standing next to him is a man who looks pretty exhausted. Despite this, the man doesn't look grumpy, and actually looks quite open to conversation.

Bucky stares at him, admittedly like a bit of a creep. The man looks familiar. He's unsure of where he's seen him before, but Bucky is sure that he's seen him somewhere.

"Entschuldigung," Bucky says to him in German. He decides to play it safe in case he's just losing it and he's actually speaking to some random Austrian citizen.

The man turns to look at him, and gives Bucky a somewhat confused look. "Uh, sorry man, I don't speak German." He has an american accent, so he's obviously an American tourist.

Bucky laughs. "Alright."

"Did you need something?" the man asks him. He still has an air of confusion around him and Bucky wonders if it's his mind that's just been playing tricks on him and he's actually never seen this man before in his life.

"Yeah, do we know each other? I feel like I've seen you before."

"No, I don't think so." The man looks at Bucky carefully. "But I've been told that I look like an actor. The name's Sam Wilson." Sam sticks out his hand and Bucky grasps it and shakes.

"Bucky Barnes," Bucky introduces himself. He notices Sam start to open his mouth and before any words come out of it, Bucky interrupts him. "Bucky is a nickname."

Sam laughs and smiles. "Okay, got it."

Sam walks up to the counter, having heard his name and picks up two coffees. Bucky hears his name called soon afterwards, grabs his cup, and takes a long sip. He practically moans into the coffee.

He glances over at the two coffee's that Sam is holding and sees the names 'the Falcon' and 'Captain America' written on them.

"What's with the names?" Bucky asks.

"Just something my friend and I came up with one Halloween. The names ended up sticking," Sam explains. They both walk out of the Starbucks together, Sam sipping out of the cup that is labelled 'the Falcon', and start walking towards the hotel Bucky is staying in together.

Neither of them say anything about this, they just continue walking together in silence, sipping their coffee. Bucky enters through the spinning doors of the hotel with Sam still beside him. Then it hits him, this is where he's seen Sam before. Not because he looks similar to some actor, but because Bucky saw him checking in last night while he was waiting for his turn.

"You're staying in this hotel?" Sam asks as they both climb into the elevator. Bucky doesn't bother responding, the fact that he's gotten in the elevator with the man seems like enough of an answer to him. Sam hits the button labelled '12' and asks Bucky which floor he's on.

"I'm on the same floor as you, apparently," Bucky answers.

Sam snorts. "Next thing we know is that we've actually been sharing the same hotel room this whole time."

"I don't think I was so out of it yesterday to not notice that there was another man in my room."

The elevator stops and they both climb out of it side by side. Sam finishes the last of his coffee and Bucky is impressed that he was able to drink it all too quickly without burning his mouth. The two of them walk down the hall together side by side until they reach their respective rooms.

Sam looks at Bucky curiously.

"What?" Bucky asks. "This is my room, you don't need to wait for me to go inside it or anything. No one is going to kidnap me in the time it takes for me to unlock the door."

"No, that's not it man. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't get kidnapped."

"Then what's with the look?" Bucky quirks an eyebrow.

"It's just strange," Sam says and gestures between the door Bucky is about to unlock and the door that Steve had been leaning against last night. "Who'd think that a man that you meet in a Starbucks in a completely different country would be an American who's staying in the same hotel as you, on the same floor, and has a room right across the hall from you."

"You're staying in the room right across from mine?" Bucky's heart jumps inside his chest. This man is the room mate that Steve was talking about last night. The one that he didn't want to wake up with his guitar playing. Maybe if Bucky asks, Sam will be able to tell him when Steve's free so they could have another lesson, or even go out to find a nice little café and have a cup of coffee or tea together.

"Yeah. Dude, this is starting to get creepy."

Sam opens the door. Steve is standing inside the room with a glass of water in his hand about to take a sip from it. He doesn't move and is staring right through the door frame. Sam looks at him and then looks back to Bucky, who is staring right back at Steve. The two of them don't even seem to remember that Sam is even there.

Sam's eyes widen. "Oh. OH. I'm just gonna… get some more coffee and leave you guys to it."