Bucky hissed, as his distracted state meant he caught the back of Peggy's seat with his stump, but his glare was saved for Steve, even if it was clearly more grumpy for the surprise pain than for the nonsense that Steve was spouting.
A little more, anyway.
"Rogers, which part of spending the better part of two years practically living in eternal winterland to make sure we found you sounds to you like moving on?"
His shoulders slumped further, and he looked out the window, again.
"I almost wish I could've wanted what happened any less. But I don't, and I didn't. And there's a world of difference between what you would've wanted and what you do want and I know you're hurtin'. And that's the part I truly do regret."
He didn't take a breath to say that he wished, sometimes, when Steve was taking a bullet for him, like right now? He wished he hadn't made his way back to London. Maybe it would have been better for everybody... but he was dead certain that he'd get yelled by both the people in the car for even thinking it.
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A little more, anyway.
"Rogers, which part of spending the better part of two years practically living in eternal winterland to make sure we found you sounds to you like moving on?"
His shoulders slumped further, and he looked out the window, again.
"I almost wish I could've wanted what happened any less. But I don't, and I didn't. And there's a world of difference between what you would've wanted and what you do want and I know you're hurtin'. And that's the part I truly do regret."
He didn't take a breath to say that he wished, sometimes, when Steve was taking a bullet for him, like right now? He wished he hadn't made his way back to London. Maybe it would have been better for everybody... but he was dead certain that he'd get yelled by both the people in the car for even thinking it.