[He hasn't meant to hurt her feelings and there's something akin to a pang of regret in his chest when he sees her smile falter lightly. It's just that putting distance between himself and the people he meets is now second nature for him, after losing almost everyone to the outbreak. He's not ready to admit it, but part of him can't help but wonder if he'll ever be able to warm up to people again.
He nods once at her explanation, not missing how her demeanour changed for a moment as she mentions that there is more to their stories, but Bucky doesn't press: he'll listen if she wants to share, but he's the first one to understand that sometimes sharing trauma is not done easily.]
'Your' Steve, huh? [he asks with a hint of an amused smile on his lips. He remembers how Steve had pinned over Peggy during the war, and it's nice to think that at least a version of the man might find his happy ending after all.
He does startle when she reaches for him, and it's only the gentle squeeze of her hand on his forearm that stops him from jerking away from her out of instinct. The Fox has said that he is safe in this world, but James is still so unused to people reaching for him this freely that her momentary touch leaves him baffled for a moment. Most people are afraid of him, but then again, she might not know why they are.
He mulls this over until she speaks again, and he nods:] I will. [He's more of an Irish whiskey kind of guy, but he's not going to turn down a drink, not after all he's gone through.]
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He nods once at her explanation, not missing how her demeanour changed for a moment as she mentions that there is more to their stories, but Bucky doesn't press: he'll listen if she wants to share, but he's the first one to understand that sometimes sharing trauma is not done easily.]
'Your' Steve, huh? [he asks with a hint of an amused smile on his lips. He remembers how Steve had pinned over Peggy during the war, and it's nice to think that at least a version of the man might find his happy ending after all.
He does startle when she reaches for him, and it's only the gentle squeeze of her hand on his forearm that stops him from jerking away from her out of instinct. The Fox has said that he is safe in this world, but James is still so unused to people reaching for him this freely that her momentary touch leaves him baffled for a moment. Most people are afraid of him, but then again, she might not know why they are.
He mulls this over until she speaks again, and he nods:] I will. [He's more of an Irish whiskey kind of guy, but he's not going to turn down a drink, not after all he's gone through.]
An hour ago, I think. You?