Office Hours, Tuesday All Day

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Steve was in his office, with the door open. He was ostensibly working on class materials, though his attention kept getting drawn back to his sketchbook, which he'd half-filled since Saturday with studies of Bucky. Obsessed? No. Focused, and hanging on like grim death to the memory of that grin Bucky had flicked his way in the sculpture garden, just after Steve had handed off the shield and reminded him not to kill Tony Stark.

It had been far too long since he'd seen Bucky Barnes smile.

((Open, as office hours are.))