"You mean when he was just the little guy that didn't know when he was outmatched? Well, nothing's really changed much since then except his muscles. --and a serious growth spurt." He looked fond. "I can tell you little things I remember. It's easier when an outside perspective asks than when..." Than when Steve asks if he remembers something. He always looked like such a kicked puppy when Bucky didn't remember.
Well, okay, she had a point there. She didn't strike him as the type to make reckless offers without knowing full well what she was getting into. It helped him relax some as he settled back for a moment. "Fair enough."
Honestly, he didn't want to push Steve away--the opposite, in fact. He just wasn't sure it was wise. Steve threw everything he had away just for him. Just for the idea that he might be himself. The trust they had back in the day was something dangerous in a future where the enemy had literally been inside his head. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, least of all Steve.
With that thought in mind, his eyes caught sight of both scars in a matter of a few seconds and something cold settled in his stomach. "Even so, they shouldn't have to come from friends." He answered quite certainly. "I'm sorry for causing that mess." He knew it wasn't exactly his fault, but he was the reason Steve persisted the way he had. "...and I'm sorry for those scars. I don't remember them well, but I know I caused them." Because he could look at the scars and he could see the blood that had painted her body with each. It was like those two marks were overlayed with still frames of the past. Other scars didn't give him the same feeling.
"It almost makes me miss the days when scars and bruises came from Nazis not neighbours." A small bit of humour to lighten the mood, said with a very subtle upturn of his lips. It probably also made him sound old. Much older than he looked.
Buck readied himself, settling into a more defensive posture to start off. He'd let her come at him first so they could both get used to being in eachother's space. He knew she wasn't fragile, on the contrary. She'd faced the Soldier twice and lived to tell about it both times. If her scars told any kind of tale, it was that she was an incredible force. "Steve never liked to see someone wronged, even before he could do anything about it. Like those small dogs that think they're bigger than they really are. But he always stood up for what he believed in. Even when those that stood against him knocked him on his behind and I had to pick him back up." He divulged and shrugged. He didn't feel pressured to remember things, which made remembering what he could a little more rewarding.
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Well, okay, she had a point there. She didn't strike him as the type to make reckless offers without knowing full well what she was getting into. It helped him relax some as he settled back for a moment. "Fair enough."
Honestly, he didn't want to push Steve away--the opposite, in fact. He just wasn't sure it was wise. Steve threw everything he had away just for him. Just for the idea that he might be himself. The trust they had back in the day was something dangerous in a future where the enemy had literally been inside his head. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, least of all Steve.
With that thought in mind, his eyes caught sight of both scars in a matter of a few seconds and something cold settled in his stomach. "Even so, they shouldn't have to come from friends." He answered quite certainly. "I'm sorry for causing that mess." He knew it wasn't exactly his fault, but he was the reason Steve persisted the way he had. "...and I'm sorry for those scars. I don't remember them well, but I know I caused them." Because he could look at the scars and he could see the blood that had painted her body with each. It was like those two marks were overlayed with still frames of the past. Other scars didn't give him the same feeling.
"It almost makes me miss the days when scars and bruises came from Nazis not neighbours." A small bit of humour to lighten the mood, said with a very subtle upturn of his lips. It probably also made him sound old. Much older than he looked.
Buck readied himself, settling into a more defensive posture to start off. He'd let her come at him first so they could both get used to being in eachother's space. He knew she wasn't fragile, on the contrary. She'd faced the Soldier twice and lived to tell about it both times. If her scars told any kind of tale, it was that she was an incredible force. "Steve never liked to see someone wronged, even before he could do anything about it. Like those small dogs that think they're bigger than they really are. But he always stood up for what he believed in. Even when those that stood against him knocked him on his behind and I had to pick him back up." He divulged and shrugged. He didn't feel pressured to remember things, which made remembering what he could a little more rewarding.