It's all that Sam and Natasha can do to keep Steve in check as they fly him back to Wakanda. He can't sit, pacing back and forth in the quinjet like a caged animal to the point that it pisses Natasha off. Even Sam warns him that maybe he should just sit and relax because the plane can only fly so fast.

Everyone gives them space, knowing this day would have to come. The minute he had come back, T'Challa and Shuri had prepped for this. There was Bucky's hut and a guest bedroom had also been set up for Captain Rogers as well. Nobody doubted that the love the two of them shared when they saw how much Steve had fallen apart at losing Bucky twice.

The minute the plane lands, Steve is bounding down and practically running up to T'Challa, shaking his hand with a tremble in his grasp. "He's this way, Captain." They lead Steve through the palace to the room that had been set aside for him. "He's in there, Steve."

Steve steps inside, closing the door behind him as he glances around the room. Seeing Bucky on the floor, curled up with the phone so tightly in his grasp breaks his heart. "Buck?" His voice is rough, his shoulders tense and he clearly had seen better days. Facial hair he didn't bother to keep trimmed in any real capacity. Hair unkempt. His face dirty and bruised. Without Bucky, Steve hadn't bothered to take good care of himself anymore.

He moves slowly, almost hesitantly before he lowers himself to the floor. Crawling closer to Bucky, one hand reaches out but stops just short of his best friend. "Buck... Bucky, it's me."