[text - unknown] i dunno who you are
[text - unknown] but yum.
“He told me about your past yes.” She leaned against a rail and looked at her. “But remember, I’m a soldier too. One who has done shit I ain’t proud of.” She looked at her hands. “But I’m not talking about your past or mine.” She smiled up at her. “I say that because you are here, and you feel guilt. That makes you so very alive. I can see in your eyes that you do care some, especially when asking about Steve and Nat, that’s your warmth.”
“If you were truly winter, there would be no remorse, no guilt. I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you and neither Nat nor Steve would be alive.”
Bucky stayed on the path as Sam leaned against the railing. She stuffed her hands into her jeans pockets and tried to make herself look as small as possible, despite being out in the open. However it wasn’t the location that was making her feel exposed. It was the way Sam was talking about her.
She shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. She had never considered herself in this way before and it was a struggle to align herself with such terms as warmth, or even alive.
“Steve is the one who makes me that way,” she said in a hushed tone, as if afraid to give her thoughts voice. “But I feel like I can’t face him after what I- I mean, what Hydra did. I’m not the person he expects me to be. I saw that exhibit. I’m not that person.”
“And if he expects you to be, he’s a fucking moron.” Sam pointed out. “I’m not expecting you to face Steve right now. Hell, I’ve done nothing to the poor bastard and I have a hard time facing him sometimes.”
She reached out and put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “All I’m asking you to do, it to try to let go of you guilt. It’s hard and it’s hellish, I know, been there done that. I’ve felt like Steve, except my wingman didn’t come back. All I want you to do is try.”
“Where are you staying right now?”
