[ They're in goddamn space, on a ship that for all they know could start breaking apart or coming under attack at any second, with a mix of friends and civilians— all of them on the same level of 'what the hell is going on?'.
Bucky's answer gets a mixed reaction from his face: surprise, the what might be a tinge of guilt or relief or both, and mostly more tension. He wants to say something like are you sure? or you don't have to and any other assurance for the both of them that he's not trying to guilt him into something he doesn't want to do. More second guessing, and instead he buries the impulse, settling on a frown and his gaze turned inward.
If they're being honest, they were never much for talking out big subjects. Not when Bucky was leaving for war, not after Azzano or what happened in that room, not about anything between the train and Berlin. Time, or a lack of it, wasn't even an excuse for all of those. Blame their upbringing. For Steve, maybe it was— for once, a fear of pushing too hard. The same one he has right now.
From what little he's gathered, the city sounds too close to any of those topics. The kind that makes him wish like hell he could've been there to somehow change things.
Impossible wishes. He's had time to think about all of them. And if they'll never be out of his system entirely, he knows to keep them out of wherever this conversation goes.
Because Bucky offers and the decision seems made. He lifts his gaze after a few seconds, still frowning, still with his arms crossed. Wasn't ever disappointment in him, or none of it directed at Bucky anyway. ]
Can't tell you. But if you're sure— at least it's quiet.
[ Relatively. They'll have to take what they can get. ]
no subject
Bucky's answer gets a mixed reaction from his face: surprise, the what might be a tinge of guilt or relief or both, and mostly more tension. He wants to say something like are you sure? or you don't have to and any other assurance for the both of them that he's not trying to guilt him into something he doesn't want to do. More second guessing, and instead he buries the impulse, settling on a frown and his gaze turned inward.
If they're being honest, they were never much for talking out big subjects. Not when Bucky was leaving for war, not after Azzano or what happened in that room, not about anything between the train and Berlin. Time, or a lack of it, wasn't even an excuse for all of those. Blame their upbringing. For Steve, maybe it was— for once, a fear of pushing too hard. The same one he has right now.
From what little he's gathered, the city sounds too close to any of those topics. The kind that makes him wish like hell he could've been there to somehow change things.
Impossible wishes. He's had time to think about all of them. And if they'll never be out of his system entirely, he knows to keep them out of wherever this conversation goes.
Because Bucky offers and the decision seems made. He lifts his gaze after a few seconds, still frowning, still with his arms crossed. Wasn't ever disappointment in him, or none of it directed at Bucky anyway. ]
Can't tell you. But if you're sure— at least it's quiet.
[ Relatively. They'll have to take what they can get. ]