[ The downside of leaving your six open to the dude that you've grown used to covering you - he can stab you anytime, and you just gotta live with having handed someone that power.
Still sucks when it happens. Still hurts.
Sam crosses his arms.
Yeah, they're done throwing that overgrown frisbee. Sam looks at the shield on Bucky's arm for a drawn out moment, then pulls his eyes up to meet Bucky's. This isn't like the apology offered in Louisiana.
It wasn't even really about you.
Was it ever? All this time, Sam knew his own worth, his own value. It was the world around him he doubted. Giving up the shield had never been about a strange sort of imposter syndrome regarding him in relation to Steve, and even through Bucky's worst gripes, Sam had felt secure in that knowledge at least - it was personal for Bucky, while it was systemic for Sam.
And yet here is a Bucky who never learned that, and who just... found a new way to weaponize that shield against Sam.
This one hurt. ]
Alright.
[ It's quiet. Soft, almost. The last time he got angry with Bucky and raised his voice, two cop cars pulled up on him in broad daylight.
Bucky doesn't know shit about Walker. Or about Sam. Not anymore. Not this Bucky.
It wasn't even really about you.
Sam turns away, walks a few paces to pick up his water canteen, and take a long drink. ]
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Still sucks when it happens. Still hurts.
Sam crosses his arms.
Yeah, they're done throwing that overgrown frisbee. Sam looks at the shield on Bucky's arm for a drawn out moment, then pulls his eyes up to meet Bucky's. This isn't like the apology offered in Louisiana.
It wasn't even really about you.
Was it ever? All this time, Sam knew his own worth, his own value. It was the world around him he doubted. Giving up the shield had never been about a strange sort of imposter syndrome regarding him in relation to Steve, and even through Bucky's worst gripes, Sam had felt secure in that knowledge at least - it was personal for Bucky, while it was systemic for Sam.
And yet here is a Bucky who never learned that, and who just... found a new way to weaponize that shield against Sam.
This one hurt. ]
Alright.
[ It's quiet. Soft, almost. The last time he got angry with Bucky and raised his voice, two cop cars pulled up on him in broad daylight.
Bucky doesn't know shit about Walker. Or about Sam. Not anymore. Not this Bucky.
It wasn't even really about you.
Sam turns away, walks a few paces to pick up his water canteen, and take a long drink. ]
So. You and Steve figure it out? You guys good?