Steph let Bucky lead her back into their bedroom, where she quietly put on one of his shirts. It was probably not appropriate for any sort of meeting, but they were in their apartment, weren't they? Or perhaps she just felt the need to assert herself, that all this was hers now, that they couldn't just barge in and take any of it away.
She watched his face as they got dressed, searching for hints about how he was feeling. They'd never really talked about it — she still thought it was too soon to breach the subject — but she had been there, in the aftermath of Cap's departure. He had been mad, and hurt. Maybe he still was.
She pulled her hair up into a quick ponytail, then moved closer to touch his arm. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? You're stuck with me." He might not want to talk about his feelings, but she'd already squandered her chance once and she wasn't keen on doing it again.
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Steph noticed the claw marks too, which made her blush a little more. Thankfully Bucky said nothing to it and just put the shield away. She reached over to momentarily place Mjolnir on the nearest flat surface — which happened to be the top of the suitcase he had lugged in — while she fixed her hair as it had gotten mussed from the skirmish.
"He hates me," she said with a sigh. She'd been expecting it, but it still stung. "Her, too. I know that look." Even when she hadn't been in the position to do any protecting, she'd been awfully protective of him in the way people in love with their best friends were.
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She watched his face as they got dressed, searching for hints about how he was feeling. They'd never really talked about it — she still thought it was too soon to breach the subject — but she had been there, in the aftermath of Cap's departure. He had been mad, and hurt. Maybe he still was.
She pulled her hair up into a quick ponytail, then moved closer to touch his arm. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? You're stuck with me." He might not want to talk about his feelings, but she'd already squandered her chance once and she wasn't keen on doing it again.
Steph noticed the claw marks too, which made her blush a little more. Thankfully Bucky said nothing to it and just put the shield away. She reached over to momentarily place Mjolnir on the nearest flat surface — which happened to be the top of the suitcase he had lugged in — while she fixed her hair as it had gotten mussed from the skirmish.
"He hates me," she said with a sigh. She'd been expecting it, but it still stung. "Her, too. I know that look." Even when she hadn't been in the position to do any protecting, she'd been awfully protective of him in the way people in love with their best friends were.