[ Alright. So he's gotta find a way to punt both the old geezers into the sun. Got it.
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose briefly. He's getting a headache. Steve telling Bucky to give Sam a break... appreciated, but way out of line. Way out of line because it's way out of context. Steve, bless his bleeding heart and good intentions, has no idea what he's talking about. It's like they're all stuck in a minefield, and every misstep trips an explosion on someone else. Good grief.
Where's that asgardian ale to get blackout drunk on when you need it? ]
Steve doesn't know what he's talking about.
[ Sam says it with careful gentleness, keeps any bite he might feel out of his voice. He can't judge Steve for trying to help, and he can't blame him for things he hasn't done yet, and a mountain of shit he just... plain doesn't know about. Doesn't make a misguided attempt to have Sam's back go down any more easily. This isn't a potshot a Steve - it's a simple fact. He doesn't have context, so he doesn't know what he's talking about. Hell, it took Bucky a hot second to figure it out back home, and even here he's much closer to the reality of the situation than Steve is just based on the mess of a jumbled time line they're all living. ]
Steve not knowing it was a shitty thing to say to you 'cause he doesn't know where you're at doesn't make it hit any less hard. So yeah, I get why you blew up at that.
[ Sam closes the distance between them. Lightly taps the back of his hand against Bucky's shoulder, and tilts his head to catch his eyes. His hand stays there, just a light point of contact, flesh against metal. ]
You gotta tell me these things, man. I need you to level with me.
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Sam pinches the bridge of his nose briefly. He's getting a headache. Steve telling Bucky to give Sam a break... appreciated, but way out of line. Way out of line because it's way out of context. Steve, bless his bleeding heart and good intentions, has no idea what he's talking about. It's like they're all stuck in a minefield, and every misstep trips an explosion on someone else. Good grief.
Where's that asgardian ale to get blackout drunk on when you need it? ]
Steve doesn't know what he's talking about.
[ Sam says it with careful gentleness, keeps any bite he might feel out of his voice. He can't judge Steve for trying to help, and he can't blame him for things he hasn't done yet, and a mountain of shit he just... plain doesn't know about. Doesn't make a misguided attempt to have Sam's back go down any more easily. This isn't a potshot a Steve - it's a simple fact. He doesn't have context, so he doesn't know what he's talking about. Hell, it took Bucky a hot second to figure it out back home, and even here he's much closer to the reality of the situation than Steve is just based on the mess of a jumbled time line they're all living. ]
Steve not knowing it was a shitty thing to say to you 'cause he doesn't know where you're at doesn't make it hit any less hard. So yeah, I get why you blew up at that.
[ Sam closes the distance between them. Lightly taps the back of his hand against Bucky's shoulder, and tilts his head to catch his eyes. His hand stays there, just a light point of contact, flesh against metal. ]
You gotta tell me these things, man. I need you to level with me.