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(from here)
Well I hope I didn't do anything to piss you off.
[ It's a joke, mostly, and his smile expresses that. He hopes. ]
Well I hope I didn't do anything to piss you off.
[ It's a joke, mostly, and his smile expresses that. He hopes. ]
(from here)
I'm okay.
[ It doesn't even feel like a lie. He's probably not okay by anyone else's standards, but after everything he's been through, he has to figure this is as okay as he'll ever be. It's more than he deserves, anyway, so he'll take it and he'll make it work. ]
Didn't mean to worry you. It's just been a rough couple of--[ decades. ]--days I guess.
I'm okay.
[ It doesn't even feel like a lie. He's probably not okay by anyone else's standards, but after everything he's been through, he has to figure this is as okay as he'll ever be. It's more than he deserves, anyway, so he'll take it and he'll make it work. ]
Didn't mean to worry you. It's just been a rough couple of--[ decades. ]--days I guess.
(from here)
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.
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.
That's understandable. You're allowed to be thrown off by the end of the world.
[ or (presumably) whatever came before it. it's not like the picture she saw paints the portrait of a happy, uncomplicated life in Brooklyn. add in what she knows about Steve, about how there's nothing uncomplicated in that guy's past, and she figures there's more to deal with than cold weather and weird pictures. ]
I didn't mean to make things heavy when I mentioned my son. I just... [ she pauses, like she can't decide whether or not to explain herself. the guy's got enough to sort through without her adding to it, she just figures he's probably not much of a talker on his own.
she didn't used to be, either, so maybe she's projecting.] I'm not as good at being hopeful as he is. Henry believes in everyone all the time.
[ and with a little self-awareness, she adds;] To the surprise of no one, the kid's a lot better at making friends than I am.
[ or (presumably) whatever came before it. it's not like the picture she saw paints the portrait of a happy, uncomplicated life in Brooklyn. add in what she knows about Steve, about how there's nothing uncomplicated in that guy's past, and she figures there's more to deal with than cold weather and weird pictures. ]
I didn't mean to make things heavy when I mentioned my son. I just... [ she pauses, like she can't decide whether or not to explain herself. the guy's got enough to sort through without her adding to it, she just figures he's probably not much of a talker on his own.
she didn't used to be, either, so maybe she's projecting.] I'm not as good at being hopeful as he is. Henry believes in everyone all the time.
[ and with a little self-awareness, she adds;] To the surprise of no one, the kid's a lot better at making friends than I am.
[ she could tell him more about the past. about how much better he's already taking it than the last time. she could, but she won't.
instead, her tone is light, a little flippant and a little flirtatious. ]
Not recently.
instead, her tone is light, a little flippant and a little flirtatious. ]
Not recently.
Rumlow was careful, had to be in his line of work. He had to pick his words and his actions very precisely, so much so that the very act of it was second-nature. He knew that blowing his cover here would end up with a very uncomfortable situation where he might end up freezing to death, which was such a boring way to go. All shivers, all blindness and then a person pretty much goes to sleep in numbness.
He returned to his work, filling his sack with more wires and clips and panels, though he was about ready to move on to another section. He grinned at the comment about dream, and he shrugged his shoulders. "For some, it ain't a dream. I slept like shit for years when I got back, always waking in a cold sweat, reaching for my gun. Then... as I learned to cope, it got better. I balanced."
He threw his sack over his shoulder and gestured for the Soldier to potentially follow him. Well, the guy was welcome anyway. "You give me the impression you're a survivor, and no matter what, you'll make it through the other side. So, kid, survive. Accept what you can control and work hard to try to control the things you can't. Oh and surround yourself with people who get it."
He returned to his work, filling his sack with more wires and clips and panels, though he was about ready to move on to another section. He grinned at the comment about dream, and he shrugged his shoulders. "For some, it ain't a dream. I slept like shit for years when I got back, always waking in a cold sweat, reaching for my gun. Then... as I learned to cope, it got better. I balanced."
He threw his sack over his shoulder and gestured for the Soldier to potentially follow him. Well, the guy was welcome anyway. "You give me the impression you're a survivor, and no matter what, you'll make it through the other side. So, kid, survive. Accept what you can control and work hard to try to control the things you can't. Oh and surround yourself with people who get it."
(from here)
Bucky nods. That says a lot. He can read between the lines. They'll have to find a safe place to talk eventually, but for now he's going to be just as cautious as his gut's been telling him to be and he's going to follow Steve's lead at least until he finds his footing a little more. Steve's always taken risks that drive Bucky a little crazy, but when it comes to doing the right thing, Steve's a moral compass pointing Bucky north.
As they trudge towards the wreckage, Bucky falls into step next to Steve like there's been no time lost between them, steps matching in the tightly packed snow. He's got his gun on his back in case they face any trouble, but he doubts they'll need it. Most trouble can be handled without heavy firearms, in his hopeful opinion.
"You know what we're going to be looking for in here?"
Bucky nods. That says a lot. He can read between the lines. They'll have to find a safe place to talk eventually, but for now he's going to be just as cautious as his gut's been telling him to be and he's going to follow Steve's lead at least until he finds his footing a little more. Steve's always taken risks that drive Bucky a little crazy, but when it comes to doing the right thing, Steve's a moral compass pointing Bucky north.
As they trudge towards the wreckage, Bucky falls into step next to Steve like there's been no time lost between them, steps matching in the tightly packed snow. He's got his gun on his back in case they face any trouble, but he doubts they'll need it. Most trouble can be handled without heavy firearms, in his hopeful opinion.
"You know what we're going to be looking for in here?"
[ He raises his eyebrows a little, smile breaking out on his face. ]
That sounds like me. You have to spread out your fuck-ups or people stop wanting to put up with you.
[ If he's honest, it's more than a little disorienting having people know him who he can't remember. At least he's not a mindless killer right now, but it's a little too close to fighting Steve for his comfort. He hates the idea that he could be missing something so important again. ]
That sounds like me. You have to spread out your fuck-ups or people stop wanting to put up with you.
[ If he's honest, it's more than a little disorienting having people know him who he can't remember. At least he's not a mindless killer right now, but it's a little too close to fighting Steve for his comfort. He hates the idea that he could be missing something so important again. ]
[ Bucky shakes his head, but when he looks at her again, there's a real smile on his face. It's warm and genuine and even if there's still a hint of the things that haunt him under it, it's not like he's going to let some bleeding, listless despair destroy him. ]
Nah, you're fine. Thanks for sharing that with me.
[ It's personal, he knows, even if it isn't dangerous. Sharing things like that means something to Bucky, especially these days. ]
I used to be like that. Better with people.
[ He turns his head a little, lip twitching. ]
Now I think Steve is. Only took him 70 years to learn.
Nah, you're fine. Thanks for sharing that with me.
[ It's personal, he knows, even if it isn't dangerous. Sharing things like that means something to Bucky, especially these days. ]
I used to be like that. Better with people.
[ He turns his head a little, lip twitching. ]
Now I think Steve is. Only took him 70 years to learn.
"Thanks." Bucky smiles a little at that. He knows he's a survivor. He's a god damned cockroach. It's still nice to hear it. Sometimes he feels like he's coming apart at the seems, but it's good to know he keeps up the illusion of functional humanity.
There are some things he has to keep close to his chest, even if the arm's visible at times. He doesn't need people talking about him and giving away timeline or location details about his deployment is sure to start dropping in clues. Still, as he follows after Rumlow, he starts to set that worry aside a little.
"It's been about two years since I got out. I guess it's better now than it was at first. Maybe you're right." He keeps his gun in his hands, but it's lowered now. His reflexes are fast enough that he's not too worried about it, especially not when he's not with a civilian.
There are some things he has to keep close to his chest, even if the arm's visible at times. He doesn't need people talking about him and giving away timeline or location details about his deployment is sure to start dropping in clues. Still, as he follows after Rumlow, he starts to set that worry aside a little.
"It's been about two years since I got out. I guess it's better now than it was at first. Maybe you're right." He keeps his gun in his hands, but it's lowered now. His reflexes are fast enough that he's not too worried about it, especially not when he's not with a civilian.
[ it hasn't happened to dutch yet. she's been here for a year and out of stasis for all but three days and she'd come out after those three days still remembering everything. still remembering her time here and more from home -- but she knows what it feels like to have no control, to be used as a weapon, for someone else to determine her actions, her beliefs.
she knows what that's like, and she hates it. memory is just one more way to manipulate; like khlyen had done with aneela. with her, too, in a way, withholding pieces of her past from her. ]
Got a whole quota worked out? [ her tone remains light. ]
she knows what that's like, and she hates it. memory is just one more way to manipulate; like khlyen had done with aneela. with her, too, in a way, withholding pieces of her past from her. ]
Got a whole quota worked out? [ her tone remains light. ]
That would make two of them, though he hadn't entirely lived through the other side of that incident of a building collapsing on him. He had heard about it though, had even been accused of other activities after the fact that annoyed him. He supposed that the Soldier was far more resilient than even he was, but it stood to reason as well.
"I assume you weren't digging slit trenches in the back yard or accidentally shooting at your relatives for asking if you want coffee unexpectedly." He moved deeper into the wreckage, allowing the Soldier the privilege of keeping watch on his six. Like they were falling into an old routine.
"I'm usually right, if that makes you feel better? I've been technically out for awhile, and I spent a few years helping to integrate men and women from the service back into society." Also known as quiet recruitment. Most of his team had been hand-picked by him after all.
"I assume you weren't digging slit trenches in the back yard or accidentally shooting at your relatives for asking if you want coffee unexpectedly." He moved deeper into the wreckage, allowing the Soldier the privilege of keeping watch on his six. Like they were falling into an old routine.
"I'm usually right, if that makes you feel better? I've been technically out for awhile, and I spent a few years helping to integrate men and women from the service back into society." Also known as quiet recruitment. Most of his team had been hand-picked by him after all.
[ Bucky laughs and toasts her with his glass. He likes her already and he can see why he'd probably been friends with her before. ]
Depends on the person, 'cause some people are more understanding than others. Some people are idiots and they let you get away with all sorts of shit.
[ Steve. ]
Depends on the person, 'cause some people are more understanding than others. Some people are idiots and they let you get away with all sorts of shit.
[ Steve. ]
It doesn't feel quite like an old routine for Bucky, who's only ever really had this sort of position with Steve, but it's not entirely foreign, either. He's happy to watch someone's back and have his watched in return, even if he doesn't think there's much around here that can honestly threaten him. He falls into step, watching their rear with his gun at the ready.
"Really? That's got to be rough work." Bucky can't imagine what some people must be like. He's had two years to process everything and it's still not enough and he's still missing enough that he knows he could easily get worse before he gets better. "It's good of you to take on something like that. You probably helped a lot of them."
"Really? That's got to be rough work." Bucky can't imagine what some people must be like. He's had two years to process everything and it's still not enough and he's still missing enough that he knows he could easily get worse before he gets better. "It's good of you to take on something like that. You probably helped a lot of them."
"Depends on the person, the mission and the damage," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Some of them will never be able to integrate, and we don't exactly have the best support system given the number of military personnel that there are. "I help who I can, and that's all there is to it. Unfortunately, work has been super busy before I came here, so I couldn't dedicate as much time to it."
He found a new area and snooped around looking for parts to salvage. It was almost comfortable like this, taking the lead with a good soldier at his back. It felt like old times, maybe the first time he had experienced that since coming here. "And if you need someone just to shoot the shit with, I'll lend an ear."
He found a new area and snooped around looking for parts to salvage. It was almost comfortable like this, taking the lead with a good soldier at his back. It felt like old times, maybe the first time he had experienced that since coming here. "And if you need someone just to shoot the shit with, I'll lend an ear."
Bucky throws a look at him over his shoulder, not quite soft, but it's a little surprised, maybe even a hair thankful. It's not the kind of offer he's used to getting and definitely not from a soldier. He appreciates the offer and he'll probably take him up on it, even if it is just shooting the shit. It's kind of touching in a weird sort of way, even if it's a casual offer. Bucky's probably been on his own for too long.
Talking about his feelings isn't something Bucky's big on. He's working through his shit just fine on his own, but the idea of laying it out for someone else is well beyond his comfort level. He only talks so frankly to River because she's seen some of what's in his head already and there's no point in lying to her. With anyone else, it's half-truths at best, even Steve.
"Thanks, Brock." And then he adds awkwardly: "Same to you."
Talking about his feelings isn't something Bucky's big on. He's working through his shit just fine on his own, but the idea of laying it out for someone else is well beyond his comfort level. He only talks so frankly to River because she's seen some of what's in his head already and there's no point in lying to her. With anyone else, it's half-truths at best, even Steve.
"Thanks, Brock." And then he adds awkwardly: "Same to you."
Ha, that's gotta be the first time he had seen the Soldier look surprised, subtle as it was. In any other circumstances, he likely would have taken the time to enjoy the moment more, but there was business to be done and he was ever loyal to potentially cementing himself into having a place to stay and clout here. There would be plenty of time to reflect on the look on his own, maybe over a drink or something.
Rumlow wasn't one to talk feelings, not really. He would listen, and he would offer the shoulder needed when and how it was, but he had long ago been stunted. He just knew how to fake it better than most people, and he had plenty of experience doing that over the years.
"Hey, what are friends for, right?" Is that what they were? Sure, he would run with that. "You got my back, I got yours. I never did ask though: what branch did you serve with? Can't be Air Force. You aren't tittery enough for that."
Rumlow wasn't one to talk feelings, not really. He would listen, and he would offer the shoulder needed when and how it was, but he had long ago been stunted. He just knew how to fake it better than most people, and he had plenty of experience doing that over the years.
"Hey, what are friends for, right?" Is that what they were? Sure, he would run with that. "You got my back, I got yours. I never did ask though: what branch did you serve with? Can't be Air Force. You aren't tittery enough for that."
Friends? Bucky's not sure he really remembers how to have those anymore. He even feels like he's letting Steve down in that regard, because he's not the guy he used to be. That guy made friends and had dates chasing after him he'd been warm and social. That guy died in the war. Bucky's not sure he'll ever be quite like that again, even if he tries.
He chuckles, though, because he doesn't really have a strong opinion on the other branches. It's not the kind of guy he is and he'd been too busy in the war to worry about much more than staying alive and taking down Nazis. It's not that the rivalries hadn't been there, but it hadn't been Bucky's thing. Serving had been about doing the right thing, not about an enjoyment of war.
"Army. I was a sergeant." It feels strange to say, like it was another life. Maybe it was. Seventy years is a long time. Some people don't even live that long. No one thought Bucky had. They all thought he was dead and he can't blame anyone for not thinking otherwise.
"What about you? Marines?" It's not a blind guess, either. The guy's got an air about him. Bucky figures he could be wrong, but he doesn't think he is.
He chuckles, though, because he doesn't really have a strong opinion on the other branches. It's not the kind of guy he is and he'd been too busy in the war to worry about much more than staying alive and taking down Nazis. It's not that the rivalries hadn't been there, but it hadn't been Bucky's thing. Serving had been about doing the right thing, not about an enjoyment of war.
"Army. I was a sergeant." It feels strange to say, like it was another life. Maybe it was. Seventy years is a long time. Some people don't even live that long. No one thought Bucky had. They all thought he was dead and he can't blame anyone for not thinking otherwise.
"What about you? Marines?" It's not a blind guess, either. The guy's got an air about him. Bucky figures he could be wrong, but he doesn't think he is.
Rumlow's version of friendship was rather different than most. For one, he and his friends tended to be rather crude and violent with their relationship, and they often took nothing personally. They opened up here and there, shot the shit, but it was mostly about having one another's back. He had learned through being a soldier that he didn't have to like everyone on his team, but he had to trust them and their skills. That was the basis of how he formed friendships.
And the Soldier... well, he figured the Soldier could use a friend like that. No questions asked, no expectations except to not let him get shot, mauled and broken unless he actually wanted to be. He'd return the favour, and if they needed to shoot the shit, he would be there for that too. Well, until the Soldier found out who he was and what he had associated with, but even then, they were something of the same but with vastly different reasons to why.
"Ah, an infantryman, huh? You do seem like the kind of capable man with a rank to you," he said with a nod of his head. He would have saluted, but his hands were busy and he figured it would push the conversation towards a formality that neither of them needed or wanted. "Were you deployed in Europe, Southeast Asia or the Middle East?" He knew exactly where of course, but it would be strange not to ask, even if he left broad and generalized.
Rumlow smiled at the guess. "No, I was Army," he said proudly. "I joined that branch because of my childhood hero, and I made Corporal and then stopped. Too much paperwork in the higher NCO ranks, and I like to be down with the men elbowing through the dirt more than the average bear."
And the Soldier... well, he figured the Soldier could use a friend like that. No questions asked, no expectations except to not let him get shot, mauled and broken unless he actually wanted to be. He'd return the favour, and if they needed to shoot the shit, he would be there for that too. Well, until the Soldier found out who he was and what he had associated with, but even then, they were something of the same but with vastly different reasons to why.
"Ah, an infantryman, huh? You do seem like the kind of capable man with a rank to you," he said with a nod of his head. He would have saluted, but his hands were busy and he figured it would push the conversation towards a formality that neither of them needed or wanted. "Were you deployed in Europe, Southeast Asia or the Middle East?" He knew exactly where of course, but it would be strange not to ask, even if he left broad and generalized.
Rumlow smiled at the guess. "No, I was Army," he said proudly. "I joined that branch because of my childhood hero, and I made Corporal and then stopped. Too much paperwork in the higher NCO ranks, and I like to be down with the men elbowing through the dirt more than the average bear."
Roughness isn't really what Bucky needs, but someone who even sort of understands? That's worth more than a lot of tings to him right now. Even Steve and Peggy don't know what it was like to be a POW. They've all been in war and they've all been in danger, but Bucky's the only one of them who was captured and tortured and jumped right back in again only to get recaptured by HYDRA again.
"Europe. I was a sniper. Saw plenty of action." He shakes his head with a chuckle. "Never really nailed the paperwork, but I got away with it, anyway."
He could understand not wanting the paperwork to eat up your time when there were men out there laying down their lives. Bucky couldn't have taken a back seat like that, either.
"Who was your childhood hero?" Is that too invasive? Brock seems like the kind of guy who can stand up for himself just fine if he doesn't want to answer.
"Europe. I was a sniper. Saw plenty of action." He shakes his head with a chuckle. "Never really nailed the paperwork, but I got away with it, anyway."
He could understand not wanting the paperwork to eat up your time when there were men out there laying down their lives. Bucky couldn't have taken a back seat like that, either.
"Who was your childhood hero?" Is that too invasive? Brock seems like the kind of guy who can stand up for himself just fine if he doesn't want to answer.
He nodded his head, and he knew exactly the kind of contributions that snipers made in the Second Great War. The most famous of them were from the Soviet Union, but he knew a few Americans which had contributed. They were often a sticking point, and now in the US military service, their identities were sealed to protect them. Back then... no so much.
"I bet you would. Europe can be some rough terrain, probably difficult to find a good nest to station yourself in outside of old buildings. It would be a pain if you were the attacker and had to continually move," he said, though he knew that they were insinuating vastly different timelines. It was part of the game.
Now he knew he had walked himself into a corner with mentioning a childhood hero, and he couldn't well say Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers as that would give away that they were of the same world and it would lead to more questions. He smiled all the same and said a name he knew the Soldier wouldn't know but could actually find, "Gary Gordon. He was Delta Force who protected the injured after a helicopter crash. They gave him the Medal of Honor and everything."
In the end, it hadn't been a sniper to convince him to join. It had been old comics, hard fought to stay hidden and one of the few bright points of an otherwise bitterly sour childhood. "I was a natural apparently, so I became a sniper as well. Still hated paperwork."
"I bet you would. Europe can be some rough terrain, probably difficult to find a good nest to station yourself in outside of old buildings. It would be a pain if you were the attacker and had to continually move," he said, though he knew that they were insinuating vastly different timelines. It was part of the game.
Now he knew he had walked himself into a corner with mentioning a childhood hero, and he couldn't well say Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers as that would give away that they were of the same world and it would lead to more questions. He smiled all the same and said a name he knew the Soldier wouldn't know but could actually find, "Gary Gordon. He was Delta Force who protected the injured after a helicopter crash. They gave him the Medal of Honor and everything."
In the end, it hadn't been a sniper to convince him to join. It had been old comics, hard fought to stay hidden and one of the few bright points of an otherwise bitterly sour childhood. "I was a natural apparently, so I became a sniper as well. Still hated paperwork."
Then you're ahead of me, because not good with people has always been my natural state.
[ she smiles though, because it's a little easier if he's owning it, too. opening up is infinitely harder without Henry here to point her in the right direction, but she'd like do make the kid proud all the same.]
Steve's one sword short of being a Disney prince these days. And I'd know, he reminds me of my dad.
[ big time.]
[ she smiles though, because it's a little easier if he's owning it, too. opening up is infinitely harder without Henry here to point her in the right direction, but she'd like do make the kid proud all the same.]
Steve's one sword short of being a Disney prince these days. And I'd know, he reminds me of my dad.
[ big time.]
Bucky hums in a noncommittal agreement with the statements about terrain in Europe. It's not secret that the US military will always do things their way, even if that means sending people into countries they have no business being in even if they discount all the minor things in the past ten years that they've admitted to being involved in in Europe. It's easy to imagine several ways Bucky could have been serving there, either in secret or out in the open, without implying the war he actually fought in.
"Gary Gordon." He repeats. "I'll have to see if I can look him up."
He means it, too. It's been hard catching up and military personnel haven't been top priority, but he thinks it would be worth the extra effort. If he was big enough to inspire Brock to enlist, he's probably interesting.
"What kind of work have you been doing here?" It's more asked because Bucky has no idea what he should do than anything else.
"Gary Gordon." He repeats. "I'll have to see if I can look him up."
He means it, too. It's been hard catching up and military personnel haven't been top priority, but he thinks it would be worth the extra effort. If he was big enough to inspire Brock to enlist, he's probably interesting.
"What kind of work have you been doing here?" It's more asked because Bucky has no idea what he should do than anything else.
He was literally part of the government who went into all manner of places under secrets orders to set a certain precedent. Before that, he was part of many military operations that could never be disclosed to the public and would never receive acknowledgement for. That was just the way it was, and he didn't do it so someone could pat him on the ass. It was interesting how, if he had no idea who the Soldier was, he could have allowed the leading silences and little clues to build a completely different narrative than he knew existed. So the Soldier had skills beyond simply being handed all the toughest missions and basically soloing them.
"I'm not sure if they would have record of him here, but by all means," he said with a grin. Of course, Gary Gordon was acknowledged with another sniper at the same place doing the same job, but he couldn't recall the guy's name at this point.
Now there was a loaded question, wasn't it? He supposed that generalizing was his only option at this point. "Not much, though I've participated in a hostage situation. I haven't been here long enough to completely understand the politics, but I get involved in the little things. What about you?"
"I'm not sure if they would have record of him here, but by all means," he said with a grin. Of course, Gary Gordon was acknowledged with another sniper at the same place doing the same job, but he couldn't recall the guy's name at this point.
Now there was a loaded question, wasn't it? He supposed that generalizing was his only option at this point. "Not much, though I've participated in a hostage situation. I haven't been here long enough to completely understand the politics, but I get involved in the little things. What about you?"
[ Bucky chuckles. It's not untrue. He's seen the effect Steve has on people now. He's got a body that matches the mind Bucky's always known. ]
You know you don't seem to be doing too badly with me.
[ He claps her on the shoulder gently. She's been nothing but friendly to him and he's not exactly the easiest person to be around these days. ]
You know you don't seem to be doing too badly with me.
[ He claps her on the shoulder gently. She's been nothing but friendly to him and he's not exactly the easiest person to be around these days. ]
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