[ A long time ago hearing you call him that would hit him with a quiet, sheepish kind of pride. Boost to the ego. Other times it'd be chagrin, annoyance— knock him down a peg if he needed it.
Now to hear it is an echo hollow in his chest.
He doesn't sit, instead he pivots to face him and he takes a few minutes to respond other than to nod yeah, alright. Message received this time.
Thing is, he never had much doubt that Sam would figure it out. But knowing he hasn't been there for him this whole time—
He grimaces at Bucky's boots. ]
We oughta get back to work soon.
[ We good? he could ask.
And who have we been, Steve? Huh? 'Cause I don't know. I thought I did, but how the hell am I supposed to know who we are when I don't even know who I am?
Not for a while, seems like the answer he's already got. ]
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Now to hear it is an echo hollow in his chest.
He doesn't sit, instead he pivots to face him and he takes a few minutes to respond other than to nod yeah, alright. Message received this time.
Thing is, he never had much doubt that Sam would figure it out. But knowing he hasn't been there for him this whole time—
He grimaces at Bucky's boots. ]
We oughta get back to work soon.
[ We good? he could ask.
And who have we been, Steve? Huh? 'Cause I don't know. I thought I did, but how the hell am I supposed to know who we are when I don't even know who I am?
Not for a while, seems like the answer he's already got. ]