[ He finds Jack, he finds Natasha. So far, no Will. He finds clothes, which is an improvement from the sheet he'd been given to wear cinched around his waist in the frigid hallways of what he now knows is space. Can't say that he's all that pleased about the color, strikes him as just a hair shy of the prison jumpsuit they'd have thrown him in back home but beggars can't exactly be choosers.
He's also more or less come to terms with what Steve doesn't remember. Talking to Natasha somehow helped him process it, she'd echoed the phrase it wasn't me and while Steve might not have said it in those exact terms... It's close. Close enough. If he doesn't remember it, he isn't the same guy. No matter what, Bucky's not getting that guy back.
He's got a little grieving to do, something he'd postponed for weeks back in Duplicity stubbornly holding out hope that Steve might burst back through the penthouse door blessing him out for not listening and officially inciting the rebellion himself.
No matter what, though, Steve is still the most important person in the world (in space?) to him, full stop, so he'll figure it out. He'll deal with it. He tries not to let it flicker across his expression when he finally ambles over, dry and clean, hands shoved down into his pockets, about ten times more calm than he'd been in the hallway an hour ago. Maybe he gives himself away at least a little, though, when he settles solemnly against the pod at Steve's side without any dry remarks rolling off his tongue. ]
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He's also more or less come to terms with what Steve doesn't remember. Talking to Natasha somehow helped him process it, she'd echoed the phrase it wasn't me and while Steve might not have said it in those exact terms... It's close. Close enough. If he doesn't remember it, he isn't the same guy. No matter what, Bucky's not getting that guy back.
He's got a little grieving to do, something he'd postponed for weeks back in Duplicity stubbornly holding out hope that Steve might burst back through the penthouse door blessing him out for not listening and officially inciting the rebellion himself.
No matter what, though, Steve is still the most important person in the world (in space?) to him, full stop, so he'll figure it out. He'll deal with it. He tries not to let it flicker across his expression when he finally ambles over, dry and clean, hands shoved down into his pockets, about ten times more calm than he'd been in the hallway an hour ago. Maybe he gives himself away at least a little, though, when he settles solemnly against the pod at Steve's side without any dry remarks rolling off his tongue. ]