[ Howard is in one of those. So is his son. So are all the people from Bucky's past that he never wants to face. He's got a bug out bag ready to go and he'll be a hermit in the woods if he has to be. ]
What's your Steve like? Could the world even handle two of them?
Steve is… he's terrific. Everything you've heard about, except I guess you haven't heard at all. [ Bucky thinks of the first time he saw him, in the theater back in Scotland, how he knew then that the country was going to war. He thinks of how Steve died, the footage that replayed for days and days on the news. That was before he learned that people come back to life all the time these days. ] I don't know if the world can even handle one of him.
[ It's hard not to look a little fond, though, watching some other version of him wax poetical about some other version of Steve and even if a million details about them are completely off, there are some real constants that Bucky's thankful to know remain. ]
Oh, yeah. We grew up together. He was always exactly like that, just got beat up more for it.
[ Not that Bucky didn't jump right into the fray when he could. A guy's got to have his friend's back and even if Steve had started some of those fights himself, Bucky hadn't been about to let the other guys finish it. ]
[ He blinks, like that'll bring the picture into focus, It's still hard for him to see it. Not— Steve, being stubborn, or even Steve being skinny. But having a friend like that, growing up. ]
[ Meanwhile, Bucky can't imagine his life without Steve. He's family. Bucky can't imagine even a fraction of his life without that, save for when he'd been too young to form particularly coherent memories. ]
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I'm not anyone special. [ A pause. ] I know where Steve's pod is, though. My Steve.
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[ Howard is in one of those. So is his son. So are all the people from Bucky's past that he never wants to face. He's got a bug out bag ready to go and he'll be a hermit in the woods if he has to be. ]
What's your Steve like? Could the world even handle two of them?
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Steve is… he's terrific. Everything you've heard about, except I guess you haven't heard at all. [ Bucky thinks of the first time he saw him, in the theater back in Scotland, how he knew then that the country was going to war. He thinks of how Steve died, the footage that replayed for days and days on the news. That was before he learned that people come back to life all the time these days. ] I don't know if the world can even handle one of him.
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[ It's hard not to look a little fond, though, watching some other version of him wax poetical about some other version of Steve and even if a million details about them are completely off, there are some real constants that Bucky's thankful to know remain. ]
World might just have to change to suit him.
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[ He looks at the table, then, his lips pressing into a line.
We could hope. I guess. [ Though part of him still believes Steve will wake up and fix everything because that's what he does. ]
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[ Maybe the world doesn't have to be all doom and gloom and sullenly frowning Bucky Barneses, right? ]
Can't see too many changes any Steve Rogers would try to make that I wouldn't get behind.
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Don't tell him that. His head'll get big enough for his shoulders. [ His impossibly broad shoulders. ]
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Oh, I'd never tell him that. Can't have the man looking proportional. No one will recognize him.
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Did you really know him before they hit him with serum?
[ Because he did not, and he's always been curious. ]
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[ Not that Bucky didn't jump right into the fray when he could. A guy's got to have his friend's back and even if Steve had started some of those fights himself, Bucky hadn't been about to let the other guys finish it. ]
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[ He blinks, like that'll bring the picture into focus, It's still hard for him to see it. Not— Steve, being stubborn, or even Steve being skinny. But having a friend like that, growing up. ]
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Best guy I've ever known.