Laughter...ish for the second time from Bucky, check. Even if it’s accompanied by faint unease.
“Cute. But wives aren’t exactly advised for me.”
He trips and stumbles a little over a tree root not buried quite deep enough in the snow, and a “shit!”--in English--comes out of nowhere. It’s happened before, with all the languages he’s been forced to learn the wires get crossed sometimes, even though whenever he has to resort to English it feels easier than the others, somehow.
He just hopes she didn’t notice, though the next time she stumbles his fingers grab her elbow then just as quickly drop away, purely a reflex action. The Winter Soldier was fucking sick of winter already.
Still he can’t resist a snort. That kinda talk sounds familiar. Brainwashing indeed.
“Can’t show the world if you freeze to death so be glad you ran into me,” that good ol cocky tone colors his words. “They-- we-- have more potential than competency here in wonderful mother Russia.” Then he looks ahead.
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“Cute. But wives aren’t exactly advised for me.”
He trips and stumbles a little over a tree root not buried quite deep enough in the snow, and a “shit!”--in English--comes out of nowhere. It’s happened before, with all the languages he’s been forced to learn the wires get crossed sometimes, even though whenever he has to resort to English it feels easier than the others, somehow.
He just hopes she didn’t notice, though the next time she stumbles his fingers grab her elbow then just as quickly drop away, purely a reflex action. The Winter Soldier was fucking sick of winter already.
Still he can’t resist a snort. That kinda talk sounds familiar. Brainwashing indeed.
“Can’t show the world if you freeze to death so be glad you ran into me,” that good ol cocky tone colors his words. “They-- we-- have more potential than competency here in wonderful mother Russia.” Then he looks ahead.
“It’s just a few meters away.”