"I guess I deserved that," Steph said as she swiped at her nose with the back of her free hand. There was no blood, but something had connected in the scuffle. Her neck ached too, the sensation giving her an awful sense of deja vu, though it was quickly obliterated by Bucky's gentle touch. She stepped back to be at his side, mirroring how the other pair also moved closer together.
They had to be a strange sight. Bucky with both arms intact, holding the shield as if he was Captain America; Steph looking like she'd stepped out of a Lady Liberty poster with her 40s hair and her 40s dress. She could see the wheels in her counterpart's head turning, trying to figure out what had changed from the story she knew.
"Hey, Buck. Steph. We just wanted to talk." It clearly wasn't the best time though, given their counterparts' state of, well, undress. It wasn't at all surprising, considering how she and Bucky were; she was more embarrassed that it hadn't occurred to her to knock or call ahead. "We'll, um, come back in the morning. If you're amenable to that."
Tiny Steph, meanwhile, only looked confused, then worried. No embarrassment there whatsoever at being seen in a nightie, though she was doing everything not to meet her best friend's eyes. She instead focused on the suitcases the others brought in, while her hands gripped her Bucky's flesh arm — tight, protective, but also with a silent plea: don't take him away from me.
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They had to be a strange sight. Bucky with both arms intact, holding the shield as if he was Captain America; Steph looking like she'd stepped out of a Lady Liberty poster with her 40s hair and her 40s dress. She could see the wheels in her counterpart's head turning, trying to figure out what had changed from the story she knew.
"Hey, Buck. Steph. We just wanted to talk." It clearly wasn't the best time though, given their counterparts' state of, well, undress. It wasn't at all surprising, considering how she and Bucky were; she was more embarrassed that it hadn't occurred to her to knock or call ahead. "We'll, um, come back in the morning. If you're amenable to that."
Tiny Steph, meanwhile, only looked confused, then worried. No embarrassment there whatsoever at being seen in a nightie, though she was doing everything not to meet her best friend's eyes. She instead focused on the suitcases the others brought in, while her hands gripped her Bucky's flesh arm — tight, protective, but also with a silent plea: don't take him away from me.