[ The words hit way too close to home, because Brock is right. Bucky never really felt like he came home from the war. Hell, he didn't come home. He was left for dead and once he'd gotten away from HYDRA, he'd had to go on the run. He'd thought maybe Steve finally catching up to him in Bucharest could have been the start of the end, but they'd just had to keep fighting and it hasn't stopped. Now he's here, strange place that it is, and he might not be fighting, but he isn't home, either. It's like an improved being-on-the-run. The improvement being that Steve and Peggy are here and that Bucky's started to make some new friends, too, like River and Brock. It's possibly he has odd taste, but that wouldn't be new for him, anyway. ]
Just not that interested.
[ He shrugs. It's not something he can really explain. When he'd been younger, he'd chased skirts like it was a race for his life. Now? It seems unnecessary and messy and, frankly, frightening. ]
Something about the whole world ending that just doesn't do it for me.
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Just not that interested.
[ He shrugs. It's not something he can really explain. When he'd been younger, he'd chased skirts like it was a race for his life. Now? It seems unnecessary and messy and, frankly, frightening. ]
Something about the whole world ending that just doesn't do it for me.