The only place that Bucky could find some peace - sat atop the rooftop of his apartment complex, watching the world go by. His legs dangled from the edge, but he kept his sitting position angled just right so that he wouldn’t fall. Call it what you will, but exposure therapy was probably the best term for it.

A lit cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, a small trail of smoke rising from the tip. This was his calm. He could take these small moments of quiet to just… Be.

The flashing lights and blast of colour from the billboard screens of the city casted an almost dystopian glow across his face, highlighting his features and shadowing others. He was a little adverse to the incredibly overbearing illumination at first, but he’d grown used to their neon presence - he was just more familiar with the sort of ‘poster-esque’ billboards of the 40s, and the dim yellow lamps hovering above.

He clamped the cigarette between his index and middle finger, taking a deep drag and lifting it from his mouth as he exhaled a small cloud of smoke, his head tilting back as his eyes fluttered shut.

He lowered his head back down and opened his eyes again, glancing to the side as he felt a small shift in the atmosphere. Nothing bad, only a new presence coming up from behind him. The corner of his lips curled into a small smirk, and he tapped the foot of the cigarette, watching the few flakes of ash fall from the end and drift into the wind.

“Figured you’d show up at some point.” He chuckled, turning his head to look over his shoulder at you, raising an eyebrow before turning back around to look back out at the city.