yourbestguysgun | -- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[ There's something about this that Bucky doesn't get. ]

But you'll get back to her, I mean, there's still a future for the both of you.

[Steve goes silent. He can't lie - first off he's really really bad at it, but beyond that, he just can't lie about this]

Y'know that I wouldn't - I wouldn't try to -.

[ Goddamnit, WHY. He's so awkward. ] You and Peggy, I wouldn't try to stop that.

I'm not worried about that.

Okay, so there's still a chance for you two, it's not the end of the line, kiddo.

Bucky...

[He's taking a deep breath]

Okay, if y'don't wanna talk about how married you're gonna be, that's fine.

[ He realises it might be a bit insensitive, but he should be kinder, he won't like letting Steve go, but he will. ]

There's a reason Howard was looking for me.

Yeah, you're a bit hard t'miss. I didn't get that.

Edited 2012-01-30 20:54 (UTC)

Bucky.

I don't have a future.

[He goes really, really quiet]

[ Just pulling back to look at him properly. ] 'Course you do.

I crashed a plane, Bucky.

[He's saying this kind of slowly]

[ Confused. ] When? What plane?

A few days after the train. It was the Red Skull's. It was headed for New York.

[ Dully. ] You crashed a plane? [ A beat. ] No way, okay. This isn't funny, Steve.

I know.

[Steve isn't looking away.]

[ Something is creeping up the back of Bucky's neck at this, a kind of panic seizing his chest. ] Okay, so you - you crashed a plane, but you're okay, right? You're okay, I know you're okay, Howard's just - he can't find his own ass, he's not that bright for a genius. You're fine, Steve.

[Steve shakes his head]

I don't know.

You're fine, okay? I know you're fine. [ Bucky's voice is climbing slightly, but he pays it no heed, desperate to figure this out, to make Steve see that nothing bad could have happened. ] Like I'd let it go down that way, whatever's happened, I'll find you and drag your ass from whatever goddamn plane it is, okay?

Edited 2012-01-30 21:28 (UTC)

Bucky, Bucky, calm down.

[Steve's reaching for him now]

[ Squirming away, because this is - well, he doesn't know what this is. ] Why didn't you tell me?

Because I was trying to protect you.

[ Scrubbing his face with the palm of his hand. ]

I don't -- Steve.

You've only been doing it all our lives.

Yeah, but it's my job, okay? I protect you, it's what I do, it's what m'good for. Shit.

[ Breathing shakily. ] Where the hell was I? Jesus. Who's genius idea was this?

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