"You don't sign autographs?" Steph couldn't resist teasing. "And here I was gonna ask you to sign my poster." She had, in fact, managed to procure a poster; the USO tours hadn't been the only way America raised funds for the war effort.
She shook her head at Bucky's offer to just meet at her place. "Nah, I can go with you. I can carry you and the groceries if I gotta," she teased, if only to hide her fear that he might not show up once he'd gotten time to think about this whole situation. Maybe once alone he'd realize how angry he actually was at her and just leave her to wait for nothing, and she didn't want to be alone. Not after he'd given her the comfort of his presence, of his touch.
She regretted not having Asgardian booze, because it might've been a way to make him stay the night. Then she felt guilty for wanting to manipulate him into staying with her. Maybe she really was selfish. Maybe she did come back to ease her guilt and be with a version of Bucky that she knew.
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She shook her head at Bucky's offer to just meet at her place. "Nah, I can go with you. I can carry you and the groceries if I gotta," she teased, if only to hide her fear that he might not show up once he'd gotten time to think about this whole situation. Maybe once alone he'd realize how angry he actually was at her and just leave her to wait for nothing, and she didn't want to be alone. Not after he'd given her the comfort of his presence, of his touch.
She regretted not having Asgardian booze, because it might've been a way to make him stay the night. Then she felt guilty for wanting to manipulate him into staying with her. Maybe she really was selfish. Maybe she did come back to ease her guilt and be with a version of Bucky that she knew.