“Jesus, Buck, Jesus,” he says as soon as he’s righted himself on his knees next to Buck. He grabs Buck’s face between his hands, looking into his eyes, feeling his pulse under his thumb where it’s resting just under his jaw. Alive. Buck’s brow is furrowed and his eyes are squinted while he tries to slip out of his hold but Bucky crushes him in a tight embrace against his chest, ignoring the surprised grunt. His heart’s still hammering in his chest and confusion fogs his head but Buck’s here so it’s okay, it’s okay.
“Alright John,” Buck says, voice muffled by the way Bucky has his face pressed against him. He feels a few gentle pats to his back before there’s a pressure pushing at his shoulders. Bucky lets him pull away, just barely, and says with a hoarse voice, “You were dead.”
Adult. This utterly brilliant groundhog day fic is an amazing Bucky POV. His love for Buck is just beautiful, but I also really enjoy seeing tidbits of the other guys.