[Steve, you're very lucky the serum came with a healing factor, because Bucky would probably kill you himself if he hears you tried to jump on another grenade.
You didn't, did you?
Anyway, Bucky lets him take the out for a moment, because he doesn't really know how to talk about this. He feels like they should, if only because it will help Steve and he's never not wanted to do that. Even during the very rare moments where they'd genuinely been angry with each other, Bucky had still dropped everything to help Steve.
So he forces a grin that doesn't really meet his eyes, just to try and make this a little easier on them both.]
I got him, didn't I? [There's some grim humor here, and then some guilt, because he'd killed a guy. Zane wasn't HYDRA, or a Nazi, or an especially bad guy, in Bucky's experience. It's a lot harder to be okay with the idea of shooting someone like that, even if he knows it was necessary and isn't really sorry about it at all.
But then he sighs softly, and tries to counter Steve's redirect and get back on the original topic.]
That's not what I meant. [Obviously.
But he doesn't know what else to say, really. You keep looking at me like I'm a ghost? I'm worried about you? He doesn't like doing shit like this most of the time, and doesn't feel especially good at it when it comes to him and how he feels about stuff sometimes, especially not at three in the morning in the dark after a bad night's sleep. Steve's also a stubborn pain in the ass, and he can bet nothing he says is actually going to get through his thick skull.
Still, he tries. Even though he's tired and sore and still a little shaken, he wants Steve to be okay.]
I'm not the only guy who has a rough time sleeping.
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You didn't, did you?
Anyway, Bucky lets him take the out for a moment, because he doesn't really know how to talk about this. He feels like they should, if only because it will help Steve and he's never not wanted to do that. Even during the very rare moments where they'd genuinely been angry with each other, Bucky had still dropped everything to help Steve.
So he forces a grin that doesn't really meet his eyes, just to try and make this a little easier on them both.]
I got him, didn't I? [There's some grim humor here, and then some guilt, because he'd killed a guy. Zane wasn't HYDRA, or a Nazi, or an especially bad guy, in Bucky's experience. It's a lot harder to be okay with the idea of shooting someone like that, even if he knows it was necessary and isn't really sorry about it at all.
But then he sighs softly, and tries to counter Steve's redirect and get back on the original topic.]
That's not what I meant. [Obviously.
But he doesn't know what else to say, really. You keep looking at me like I'm a ghost? I'm worried about you? He doesn't like doing shit like this most of the time, and doesn't feel especially good at it when it comes to him and how he feels about stuff sometimes, especially not at three in the morning in the dark after a bad night's sleep. Steve's also a stubborn pain in the ass, and he can bet nothing he says is actually going to get through his thick skull.
Still, he tries. Even though he's tired and sore and still a little shaken, he wants Steve to be okay.]
I'm not the only guy who has a rough time sleeping.