[ 'I got it.' Now there's a familiar refrain. For a moment, it brings him back to Brooklyn, to when they were both different people. Hell, they even look like strangers now, compared to who they were back then, before the serum and before HYDRA. Bucky isn't foolish enough to think of their old lives as 'simpler' times, because they hadn't been. Life was always messy and tough and complicated, but back then, he could at least think of the future as something wide open and full of boundless possibilities.
Now look at them. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, in the future, and it's not the world that the Stark Expo promised.
Before, he'd remind Steve that just because you can go at things on your own, it didn't mean you had to. Now, he stands on the stairs, silent, a little uncertain as to whether he should stay or head back up, until Steve shifts gears and takes him up on the offer. Then he starts down the rest of the way, crouching down to hold the garbage bag open for his friend. ]
So... What'd that punching bag ever do to you? [ He glances up at Steve, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Look, he's trying. ]
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Now look at them. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, in the future, and it's not the world that the Stark Expo promised.
Before, he'd remind Steve that just because you can go at things on your own, it didn't mean you had to. Now, he stands on the stairs, silent, a little uncertain as to whether he should stay or head back up, until Steve shifts gears and takes him up on the offer. Then he starts down the rest of the way, crouching down to hold the garbage bag open for his friend. ]
So... What'd that punching bag ever do to you? [ He glances up at Steve, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Look, he's trying. ]