[That small smile on his lips widens with warmth at her possessive tone, and even if his expression stays guarded, there's a softness there that is reminiscent of the Bucky he once was before the war, a Bucky she's probably more familiar with than the Winter Soldier.]
I'm glad you two finally got together, then. The Steve I knew never really got over you. [He offers with honesty. Her Steve might not be the one he knows, but it doesn't mean that he cannot be genuinely happy for the man to be able to finally get his girl.
He listens to her story intently, noting in his mind the difference between her journey as a Super Soldier with what he knows of Steve's. There are similarities and differences, but it seems that both of them have been well chosen for the hero's job. He notes the sag in her shoulders and he nods:]
I can only imagine, especially if people are coming from all sorts of universes. [It's an easy guess he can make, even after being in this world just less than a day.]
It's 2018 for me. Things are...not good. [He offers slowly, his brow creasing slightly at the thought of his world.] There's a virus that turned most of the human population into zombies. We found a potential cure, but we still need to bring it to Wakanda to be able to have it effectively work on everyone affected. And even then, I don't think we'll be able to bring everyone back.
[There's a note of sadness in his voice at the end. Luckily for him, their server comes with their drinks and Bucky reaches for his glass, raises it in a silent toast and takes a sip, letting the alcohol burn his throat comfortingly.
But Peggy's words darken his mood considerably, and the vibranium hand on his lap clenches and unclenches unconsciously: the intensity of her gaze makes it clear that she knows what happened to him, somehow, and that she thinks the same happened to her Steve as well. And the thought of it breaks his heart for them both:]
The Red Room normally deals with female assassins, training them from childhood. Why would they want Steve and not you? You would have fitted their needs better, from what I know.
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I'm glad you two finally got together, then. The Steve I knew never really got over you. [He offers with honesty. Her Steve might not be the one he knows, but it doesn't mean that he cannot be genuinely happy for the man to be able to finally get his girl.
He listens to her story intently, noting in his mind the difference between her journey as a Super Soldier with what he knows of Steve's. There are similarities and differences, but it seems that both of them have been well chosen for the hero's job. He notes the sag in her shoulders and he nods:]
I can only imagine, especially if people are coming from all sorts of universes. [It's an easy guess he can make, even after being in this world just less than a day.]
It's 2018 for me. Things are...not good. [He offers slowly, his brow creasing slightly at the thought of his world.] There's a virus that turned most of the human population into zombies. We found a potential cure, but we still need to bring it to Wakanda to be able to have it effectively work on everyone affected. And even then, I don't think we'll be able to bring everyone back.
[There's a note of sadness in his voice at the end. Luckily for him, their server comes with their drinks and Bucky reaches for his glass, raises it in a silent toast and takes a sip, letting the alcohol burn his throat comfortingly.
But Peggy's words darken his mood considerably, and the vibranium hand on his lap clenches and unclenches unconsciously: the intensity of her gaze makes it clear that she knows what happened to him, somehow, and that she thinks the same happened to her Steve as well. And the thought of it breaks his heart for them both:]
The Red Room normally deals with female assassins, training them from childhood. Why would they want Steve and not you? You would have fitted their needs better, from what I know.
[And he knows a whole lot more than he lets on.]