[Becky does already know, although it's nice to hear it out loud, considering how the morning had started off. It's kind of hard not to laugh about what he'd probably been thinking when he'd woken up, although she'd imagine it'd probably be weird for Bucky to wake up next to some girl named Steph, or Sue or whatever.
(She's also pleased that he takes the grapes without further complaint. She'd always tried to trick him into eating more food, no matter what it was or how little they had, because he'd needed it more. She'd always find a way to get by.)
She takes a couple bites of the pancakes and listens, trying to think of anything that's really worth noting that might be different - most of it isn't really stuff she wants to talk about, like the time her first boyfriend had dumped her and she'd bawled her eyes out like an idiot, and Steve hadn't really known what to do with her, but he'd tried to calm her down with a blanket and tea and promises that he'd give the guy a black eye if she wanted him to - but then he stumbles upon a difference anyway, and she looks at him with some confusion.]
Mine's supposed to be a hotel room. Hell of a lot nicer than what you're talking about. [Well, it's not the Ritz, and she'd had to share it with a couple other people - secretaries and clerks, and operators and stuff like that - but, well. Better than army issue bunks, that's for sure.
Not ideal when you have a tough time sleeping and keep waking people up screaming, but she's been better at trying to keep quiet about it, after some of the other girls had started asking questions and getting nervous.] It's where they stuck me when we weren't running around shooting Nazis and HYDRA guys.
[But she's been sleeping here, too. Or at least, she thinks she has been, either on the floor or curled up on the couch, or maybe once or twice hogging one side of the bed. It's a lot different from the ones she's slept on in the past, but she kind of likes it.
Definitely more than some cot, anyway.
(By the way, Steve, she would pummel you just as much as Bucky would if you let on what your real train of thought is, here.)]
He really likes those? Everyone I've ever met can't stop bitching about them.
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(She's also pleased that he takes the grapes without further complaint. She'd always tried to trick him into eating more food, no matter what it was or how little they had, because he'd needed it more. She'd always find a way to get by.)
She takes a couple bites of the pancakes and listens, trying to think of anything that's really worth noting that might be different - most of it isn't really stuff she wants to talk about, like the time her first boyfriend had dumped her and she'd bawled her eyes out like an idiot, and Steve hadn't really known what to do with her, but he'd tried to calm her down with a blanket and tea and promises that he'd give the guy a black eye if she wanted him to - but then he stumbles upon a difference anyway, and she looks at him with some confusion.]
Mine's supposed to be a hotel room. Hell of a lot nicer than what you're talking about. [Well, it's not the Ritz, and she'd had to share it with a couple other people - secretaries and clerks, and operators and stuff like that - but, well. Better than army issue bunks, that's for sure.
Not ideal when you have a tough time sleeping and keep waking people up screaming, but she's been better at trying to keep quiet about it, after some of the other girls had started asking questions and getting nervous.] It's where they stuck me when we weren't running around shooting Nazis and HYDRA guys.
[But she's been sleeping here, too. Or at least, she thinks she has been, either on the floor or curled up on the couch, or maybe once or twice hogging one side of the bed. It's a lot different from the ones she's slept on in the past, but she kind of likes it.
Definitely more than some cot, anyway.
(By the way, Steve, she would pummel you just as much as Bucky would if you let on what your real train of thought is, here.)]
He really likes those? Everyone I've ever met can't stop bitching about them.