It honestly sounds like heaven, but Bucky very much doubts he'll ever close his eyes free of nightmares. It's been two years since he got away from HYDRA and in that time he hasn't slept a single night without them. It's something he's just accepted as a part of him, the way he has a metal arm or grows a beard. He won't cry about it, but he doesn't see a solution for it, either.
When Rumlow turns, it doesn't escape his notice. People tend to be careful around him. Alan had moved his hands deliberately within Bucky's vision when they'd met and he's noticed other people doing the same, whether they know him or not. Even when he leaves the gun behind, he knows there's something he can't quite cover in the way he carries himself.
That show of trust is something he does pick up on. Not a lot of people look at him, get a read on his capabilities and fall into trust that quickly, especially another soldier who Bucky would be just as careful and deliberate around himself.
"That's a nice dream you're selling, Brock." He smiles at Rumlow's back.
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It honestly sounds like heaven, but Bucky very much doubts he'll ever close his eyes free of nightmares. It's been two years since he got away from HYDRA and in that time he hasn't slept a single night without them. It's something he's just accepted as a part of him, the way he has a metal arm or grows a beard. He won't cry about it, but he doesn't see a solution for it, either.
When Rumlow turns, it doesn't escape his notice. People tend to be careful around him. Alan had moved his hands deliberately within Bucky's vision when they'd met and he's noticed other people doing the same, whether they know him or not. Even when he leaves the gun behind, he knows there's something he can't quite cover in the way he carries himself.
That show of trust is something he does pick up on. Not a lot of people look at him, get a read on his capabilities and fall into trust that quickly, especially another soldier who Bucky would be just as careful and deliberate around himself.
"That's a nice dream you're selling, Brock." He smiles at Rumlow's back.