The little goat was following them. It followed until the two made their way back to the house and then it returned to its herd.
After a quick dinner, Steve and Bucky fell into bed. They cuddled and talked for hours, about nothing and everything, until Steve fell asleep sometime after midnight.
Bucky lay awake for a long time, watching the stars through the open window.
Wrapped in his lover's arms, for the first time in forever, he felt like James Buchanan Barnes again.
With that miracle, and with Steve at his side, anything was possible.
Bucky fell asleep, smiling.
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This is the end of Chasing the Sun and of this drabble trilogy. My thanks to all who've read and commented. It meant the world to me. When next I post on this Bucky verse, it will not be drabbles but will have regular-sized chapters. Time to stretch a bit. It will be a little while, though, before I post again. I want to chill, think and plan out the next fic. So, I hope to see you-all later. Once again, thanks for reading.
