[ His eyebrows knit together again. ] No, you didn't.
[ He's sure enough for both of them. Steve shifts his weight, frowning. ] I was at a game parlour, watching a tournament fight. [ Their mission. There's a hollow quality to his voice as he continues. ] A bomb went off in the building, people got hurt and killed. I got into a fight with... someone looking to do more damage. [ Ren. He doesn't know how to explain Ren - wouldn't know even if Bucky had all his memories. He hates feeling as though he's apologizing for or protecting the guy. Tells himself that's not what this is.
Another pause, and he keeps going: ] You were across town when it happened. [ Anakin's death, the fighting. Nothing humorous about that, but there's a tired, wry twist of his mouth when he talks about the fight again. ] I was doing alright on my own [ he wasn't ] but you showed up and clocked him good. Then more people came to try to break it up, I guess.
[ And then they ended up here. He ends that part of the explanation weakly, in a I don't really know either sort of way. The details are fuzzy. ] You must've been able to feel when the explosion went off. [ He eyes Bucky. ] We've got that... mind connection. Like this -
[ He lifts his hand to his face, pressing a finger against his broken cheek. Steve gives a wince and the tether between them gives a weak pulse, like pressure against a limb that's fallen asleep. No pain transfers, nothing more than faint pins and needles. ]
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[ He's sure enough for both of them. Steve shifts his weight, frowning. ] I was at a game parlour, watching a tournament fight. [ Their mission. There's a hollow quality to his voice as he continues. ] A bomb went off in the building, people got hurt and killed. I got into a fight with... someone looking to do more damage. [ Ren. He doesn't know how to explain Ren - wouldn't know even if Bucky had all his memories. He hates feeling as though he's apologizing for or protecting the guy. Tells himself that's not what this is.
Another pause, and he keeps going: ] You were across town when it happened. [ Anakin's death, the fighting. Nothing humorous about that, but there's a tired, wry twist of his mouth when he talks about the fight again. ] I was doing alright on my own [ he wasn't ] but you showed up and clocked him good. Then more people came to try to break it up, I guess.
[ And then they ended up here. He ends that part of the explanation weakly, in a I don't really know either sort of way. The details are fuzzy. ] You must've been able to feel when the explosion went off. [ He eyes Bucky. ] We've got that... mind connection. Like this -
[ He lifts his hand to his face, pressing a finger against his broken cheek. Steve gives a wince and the tether between them gives a weak pulse, like pressure against a limb that's fallen asleep. No pain transfers, nothing more than faint pins and needles. ]