[ For a small, delirious moment, Sam thinks that helicopter in New York must have hit him harder than he thought. Maybe this is all just a fever dream. He badly wants to wake up, hungover from the cookout, knowing Bucky's probably sprawled all over the couch. Just shove the world back into the kind of madness that he'd somewhat figured out and made sense of. Not... whatever all of this is.
Bullshit, that's what it is. ]
Now I'm not mad at you. Just... [ Hurt. He shakes his head. Doesn't matter. ] I get it, alright?
[ Doesn't make it feel better.
When Bucky doesn't take the water bottle, Sam eventually pulls it back with a small sigh, and takes another sip more to calm the rattling in his own chest than anything else.
He glances at the shield. Tries to reconcile his claim with Bucky's lashing out and Steve's existence.
Nice job, Cap.
It was never even about you. ]
What did Steve say, Buck?
[ The tone goes softer again, but this time not in quiet hurt. Just concern. ]
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Bullshit, that's what it is. ]
Now I'm not mad at you. Just... [ Hurt. He shakes his head. Doesn't matter. ] I get it, alright?
[ Doesn't make it feel better.
When Bucky doesn't take the water bottle, Sam eventually pulls it back with a small sigh, and takes another sip more to calm the rattling in his own chest than anything else.
He glances at the shield. Tries to reconcile his claim with Bucky's lashing out and Steve's existence.
Nice job, Cap.
It was never even about you. ]
What did Steve say, Buck?
[ The tone goes softer again, but this time not in quiet hurt. Just concern. ]