Yeah, Steve may have tried to play that one off as a joke, but something in Bucky tenses when Steve says he wishes he wasn't. Both because... well, yeah, of course that's the last thing you want to hear your (dead?) best friend say, and because he maybe kind of knows what it's like, to feel that way. There were some not-so-great days - well, all of them were not so great, after Steve fell. A lot of them have been not so great, since he got thawed.
Maybe they're about to get better, because fuck being kidnapped, but if it means Steve's here... Alive -
Bucky takes in a slow breath of his own, proud of the way it doesn't really shudder. He doesn't pull away until Steve does, and if he notices anything on his face... well. He doesn't have to say anything about it, does he.
Of course, he does snort a moment later. "It sounds even worse when you say it," he mutters, because he still doesn't feel like the name fits him right. And the suit - well.
He actually laughs a little, even though it's not funny. "The first one was a little big." That first one being Steve's original combat gear, because there hadn't been time or resources to adjust them. The fit had been close enough - they're roughly the same size, but Bucky's a little slimmer, and while no one else had noticed... he'd noticed every single way that uniform had been meant for Steve, not him. "This one? I guess not." He rotates one shoulder a bit. "Although somehow, it's nice to know it's not just me they've got it in for."
He lets out another breath, takes a closer, longer look at Steve. It's... Steve, that's all there is to it, as simple and as complicated as that may be. "So you're still Cap? Where - when - you're from?"
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Date: 2019-02-01 04:01 am (UTC)Maybe they're about to get better, because fuck being kidnapped, but if it means Steve's here... Alive -
Bucky takes in a slow breath of his own, proud of the way it doesn't really shudder. He doesn't pull away until Steve does, and if he notices anything on his face... well. He doesn't have to say anything about it, does he.
Of course, he does snort a moment later. "It sounds even worse when you say it," he mutters, because he still doesn't feel like the name fits him right. And the suit - well.
He actually laughs a little, even though it's not funny. "The first one was a little big." That first one being Steve's original combat gear, because there hadn't been time or resources to adjust them. The fit had been close enough - they're roughly the same size, but Bucky's a little slimmer, and while no one else had noticed... he'd noticed every single way that uniform had been meant for Steve, not him. "This one? I guess not." He rotates one shoulder a bit. "Although somehow, it's nice to know it's not just me they've got it in for."
He lets out another breath, takes a closer, longer look at Steve. It's... Steve, that's all there is to it, as simple and as complicated as that may be. "So you're still Cap? Where - when - you're from?"