[Bucky glances up at the sound of Steve's voice filling the silence. He stops for a moment, cushion in hand before nodding.]
Bed's too soft. [He can't get comfortable and the cushions remind him of Brooklyn and the Steve he sees before him. A Steve that's never seen war and hopefully never would, never seen a Bucky that leaves a wake of death behind him.
Being in the Bearings has lifted his spirits- the sense of belonging settled in deeper this time- so he speaks a little more.] Didn't we used to do this as kids?
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Bed's too soft. [He can't get comfortable and the cushions remind him of Brooklyn and the Steve he sees before him. A Steve that's never seen war and hopefully never would, never seen a Bucky that leaves a wake of death behind him.
Being in the Bearings has lifted his spirits- the sense of belonging settled in deeper this time- so he speaks a little more.] Didn't we used to do this as kids?