[ Things don't change. Steve still charges blindly forward while Bucky considers all the angles and possibilities, while he reserves judgement and thinks of all the things that Steve doesn't contemplate. He is, after all, the more thoughtful one of them both; the charmer and America's sweetheart (albeit temporarily displaced). Bucky is the man who gets the girls, the one whom Steve has always held a torch for.
He lets himself be led by the tie into the barracks, and in the quiet darkness of the empty, tiny little space they both share (Steve had to do a lot of convincing for the others to let the both of them share an area together; and ultimately he had dug his heels in stubbornly). His hands had brushes over his often on the way here, as if Steve had thought of wanting to take his hand but never quite having the chance to.
What kind of a future does he have without Bucky? He'd caught a glimpse of it, bleak and dark and empty without his best friend's smile, and his heart clenches. He lowers his voice, soft and quiet so no one would overhear. He frowns. ] Peggy's a great lady, beautiful, too. You can't ask me that kind of question.
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[ Things don't change. Steve still charges blindly forward while Bucky considers all the angles and possibilities, while he reserves judgement and thinks of all the things that Steve doesn't contemplate. He is, after all, the more thoughtful one of them both; the charmer and America's sweetheart (albeit temporarily displaced). Bucky is the man who gets the girls, the one whom Steve has always held a torch for.
He lets himself be led by the tie into the barracks, and in the quiet darkness of the empty, tiny little space they both share (Steve had to do a lot of convincing for the others to let the both of them share an area together; and ultimately he had dug his heels in stubbornly). His hands had brushes over his often on the way here, as if Steve had thought of wanting to take his hand but never quite having the chance to.
What kind of a future does he have without Bucky? He'd caught a glimpse of it, bleak and dark and empty without his best friend's smile, and his heart clenches. He lowers his voice, soft and quiet so no one would overhear. He frowns. ] Peggy's a great lady, beautiful, too. You can't ask me that kind of question.