[Her coughing makes him move subconsciously, reaching to rub her back, but she stops faster than she ever has. Bucky takes the cigarette back, torn between grateful and tense at her joke about dying.
He thinks about a conversation he had with Sarah Rogers once, when Steph was sleeping off an especially nasty fever. He’d cried and she had comforted him, reminding him there were some things they couldn’t protect Steph from. Bucky had sworn then, in a voice just starting to crack, that he would, from everything they could.
Now he’s seen her bend metal bars and haul men twice her size. She’s laughing off what would have once been an asthma attack. Still, a well-placed bullet can take out anyone. He knows that better than most, and isn’t keen on testing if her magic serum can do anything about it.]
Yeah. They had bigger fish to fry.
[He takes another drag of the cigarette and leans back against a tree.]
You’re not allowed to complain about me takin’ all the stupid any more.
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He thinks about a conversation he had with Sarah Rogers once, when Steph was sleeping off an especially nasty fever. He’d cried and she had comforted him, reminding him there were some things they couldn’t protect Steph from. Bucky had sworn then, in a voice just starting to crack, that he would, from everything they could.
Now he’s seen her bend metal bars and haul men twice her size. She’s laughing off what would have once been an asthma attack. Still, a well-placed bullet can take out anyone. He knows that better than most, and isn’t keen on testing if her magic serum can do anything about it.]
Yeah. They had bigger fish to fry.
[He takes another drag of the cigarette and leans back against a tree.]
You’re not allowed to complain about me takin’ all the stupid any more.