Date: 2019-02-06 04:44 pm (UTC)
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Bucky snorts softly, but it's more in agreement and understanding than anything. "I bet." Steve's answer is definitely answer enough to tell him what he needs to know. He does have to laugh a little, leaning in to bump shoulders with Steve (God, that feels so good, he could cry) when he mentions missing falling off a stool. "You've got farther to fall now, pal. Maybe you should keep that in mind."

But with that said, "Yeah," he breathes, smiling a little, and gratefully. "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea. Next time you're itchin' to go." Getting drunk alone is six times as depressing - Bucky knows - and honestly, getting drunk with Steve kind of sounds like the best possible outcome. Like old times. Even if absolutely nothing is like old times, and never will be again.

And speaking of, "You think this place can handle two Captain Americas?' It feels blasphemous, even hinting that he could still be that guy, especially with Steve standing right here. Steve is Cap, he made Cap who he is, and all Bucky can do is try to follow in his footsteps. That's all he's ever tried to do - to be a man half as good as Steve. To be the Cap that Steve might have been.

But he knows Steve has probably never wanted to pick up a rifle instead of the shield.

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