[Scott might not say it, but Bucky still hears it, and the frustration and anger he feels starting to build in his chest has nothing to do with Scott, and everything to do with almost everything else.
It's embarrassing. It's annoying, and as glad as he is to know his instincts haven't gone anywhere, just in case, just because maybe he'll need it again... this felt like a little more than that. Like he'd actually thought he was there, and it's not the first time it's happened.
So he wipes his hand over his forehead and lets out a resigned sigh, running his fingers through his wet hair and fixes Scott with a look that's hopefully composed enough to not arouse further suspicion.]
Yeah. Fine. We should get going. [There's another rumble of thunder somewhere close by, and he feels his jaw clench before he can stop himself. It's nothing. It's not a shell.]
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It's embarrassing. It's annoying, and as glad as he is to know his instincts haven't gone anywhere, just in case, just because maybe he'll need it again... this felt like a little more than that. Like he'd actually thought he was there, and it's not the first time it's happened.
So he wipes his hand over his forehead and lets out a resigned sigh, running his fingers through his wet hair and fixes Scott with a look that's hopefully composed enough to not arouse further suspicion.]
Yeah. Fine. We should get going. [There's another rumble of thunder somewhere close by, and he feels his jaw clench before he can stop himself. It's nothing. It's not a shell.]