i want honey on my table (слэш)

The lobby of Avengers Tower hadn’t changed much—sleek glass, muted colors, the quiet hum of cutting-edge tech—but Steve Rogers felt completely out of place.
He clenched and unclenched his fists, heart thudding beneath his ribs.
He’d spent what felt like a lifetime trying to get back. Returning the stones was supposed to be a quick round trip—back in a blink. Instead, he was stranded in the past, with no way home. Everyone must’ve thought he chose it: a peaceful life, Peggy, a white-picket fence.
But they were wrong.
He only wanted Bucky.
It had taken years of working with the fledgling SHIELD and piecing together experimental tech until a window finally opened, and he was able to make it back—back to Bucky.
But by then, the world had moved on.