Steve knows Bucky well enough that he doesn't believe that story for a second. There's something stilted and almost tentative about the way he's carrying himself. And even the way he holds Steve's hand for that short squeeze? It feels different than just a few hours before. Nothing Steve can put his finger on. It's just the vague feeling one gets around something that should be familiar and is just a little bit off; like a sock where the heel is off-center. Steve pushes it aside for the moment though.
"We couldn't wake you for love or money, pal. Tried salts, water, even hittin' you. Musta really been a long week to put you out like that." Steve makes no move to hide the suspicion from his voice but that is as far as he's willing to take it. As long as Bucky is hale and hearty, Steve figures his business should be his own.
For now at least.
He gets up from the chair and moves to perch himself on the bed beside Bucky's thigh. The mattress sinks more than he's used to considering he weighs so much more. It's still something he needs to adjust to. He taps on Bucky's leg to silently request he grant more space and then just leaves his hand on his knee.
"Scared the hell outta me, Buck," he admits as soft as though he's telling a secret. But then he laughs and brushes the sentimentality away. "I just get you back and then you go and pull the Snow White act? Almost made me haveta find some poor dame to kiss your ugly mug." He squeezes Bucky's knee just a bit more firmly than is friendly.
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Date: 2022-06-06 03:10 am (UTC)"We couldn't wake you for love or money, pal. Tried salts, water, even hittin' you. Musta really been a long week to put you out like that." Steve makes no move to hide the suspicion from his voice but that is as far as he's willing to take it. As long as Bucky is hale and hearty, Steve figures his business should be his own.
For now at least.
He gets up from the chair and moves to perch himself on the bed beside Bucky's thigh. The mattress sinks more than he's used to considering he weighs so much more. It's still something he needs to adjust to. He taps on Bucky's leg to silently request he grant more space and then just leaves his hand on his knee.
"Scared the hell outta me, Buck," he admits as soft as though he's telling a secret. But then he laughs and brushes the sentimentality away. "I just get you back and then you go and pull the Snow White act? Almost made me haveta find some poor dame to kiss your ugly mug." He squeezes Bucky's knee just a bit more firmly than is friendly.
"Don't do it again, okay?"