[ Bucky's used to Fourth of July in New York. The big to-dos in the city, the political demonstrations, the antics he'd get up to with Steve, with his sisters, with friends and girls he wanted to impress. And then there was that last Fourth of July, celebrating Captain America's 'birthday' with the Howlies.
(He'd given Steve so much shit over that.)
He wasn't even in America for the couple of July Fourths that passed since his freedom from HYDRA, and if he had been, he doubts he would've ventured out to any gatherings. Being an American, having any sense of patriotism, felt so far away and abstract. So what was the point?
And yet, here he is now, though he can't say that he really feels... anything about this celebration, either. It rings hollow, after everything. But he stays, anyway, because if Dr. Rousseau's to be believed, then this is the last of humanity as they know it. And that's something worth appreciating and protecting and holding on to, and he can't do that if he keeps himself at arm's length from his fellow survivors.
When the fireworks start, he does look up at them, remembering another time and place, when he was another person. When the woman beside him calls them beautiful, he does manage to smile a little as he watches the display, before he turns his gaze to her. ]
july 4th!
(He'd given Steve so much shit over that.)
He wasn't even in America for the couple of July Fourths that passed since his freedom from HYDRA, and if he had been, he doubts he would've ventured out to any gatherings. Being an American, having any sense of patriotism, felt so far away and abstract. So what was the point?
And yet, here he is now, though he can't say that he really feels... anything about this celebration, either. It rings hollow, after everything. But he stays, anyway, because if Dr. Rousseau's to be believed, then this is the last of humanity as they know it. And that's something worth appreciating and protecting and holding on to, and he can't do that if he keeps himself at arm's length from his fellow survivors.
When the fireworks start, he does look up at them, remembering another time and place, when he was another person. When the woman beside him calls them beautiful, he does manage to smile a little as he watches the display, before he turns his gaze to her. ]
It is, yeah.