[ Steph had started to mull over the probable consequences she'd have to face on their way back to camp, then promptly realized it doesn't matter. Bucky's alive, and safe, and if she has to sign away her soul to send him back home then she will. He'll be mad at her, maybe forever, but it'll be worth it.
So she just shrugs, like it's not a big deal. As if she hadn't practically confessed in that letter she'd slipped him that she'd try to move heaven and earth for him. He hasn't brought the letter up, just like he hasn't brought up their kiss back at the lab, so she's concluded that he doesn't feel the same way. It's fine. She hadn't come hoping to change his mind, and it would only hurt more if he was suddenly interested in her because of her new body. ]
I was always gonna die anyway. But you...
[ She swallows, fighting back the words and the tears threatening to spill out of her. When that doesn't work, she closes the distance between them and grabs him in a tight, desperate hug, not giving him the chance to protest. ]
We don't always get what we want, Buck.
[ She'd apologize, but she's not sorry. For taking the serum. For coming here. For kissing him.
It's weird, how she doesn't quite fit into him anymore. She used to only come up to his chest, practically disappearing when he wraps his arms around her. Now her face is buried against the crook of his neck, her long legs a messy tangle she doesn't know where to place, and her stupid breasts are in the way. ]
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So she just shrugs, like it's not a big deal. As if she hadn't practically confessed in that letter she'd slipped him that she'd try to move heaven and earth for him. He hasn't brought the letter up, just like he hasn't brought up their kiss back at the lab, so she's concluded that he doesn't feel the same way. It's fine. She hadn't come hoping to change his mind, and it would only hurt more if he was suddenly interested in her because of her new body. ]
I was always gonna die anyway. But you...
[ She swallows, fighting back the words and the tears threatening to spill out of her. When that doesn't work, she closes the distance between them and grabs him in a tight, desperate hug, not giving him the chance to protest. ]
We don't always get what we want, Buck.
[ She'd apologize, but she's not sorry. For taking the serum. For coming here. For kissing him.
It's weird, how she doesn't quite fit into him anymore. She used to only come up to his chest, practically disappearing when he wraps his arms around her. Now her face is buried against the crook of his neck, her long legs a messy tangle she doesn't know where to place, and her stupid breasts are in the way. ]