Someone like her. Steve stared at his best friend. The one he thought he'd lost forever and tried to work out what it was that he thought he deserved.
Steve's mouth tightened, his shoulders tense as he listened to Bucky go on. He wasn't angry at the fact that they'd kissed. It was unexpected and it did give rise to an unexpected pang of jealousy, but just because the only kiss he'd known had been a goodbye kiss. Too short. Too late.
He had wanted so much more. And when he'd woken up in that recovery room he had thought that he would have a second chance at that. That they would simply pick things up where they'd left off, but things hadn't been that easy. Peggy and Bucky had been through things that he couldn't comprehend. As much as no one actually talked about it, he was aware that in some ways they couldn't help but move on without him.
Steve met Bucky's gaze and held it for a moment before breaking it. He swallowed. "You thought I was dead."
It's difficult to tell if it's a pardon or an explanation. But he understands. It just doesn't make the disappointment sting any less. Still, this isn't Bucky's fault and it's unfair to lay it on his shoulders.
Steve moves to a chair and drops into it, his shoulders rolling back, hands going limp on his lap. His voice is lower - resigned - though he can't quite bring himself to look back over at Bucky. "I would've wanted you to look after each other."
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Steve's mouth tightened, his shoulders tense as he listened to Bucky go on. He wasn't angry at the fact that they'd kissed. It was unexpected and it did give rise to an unexpected pang of jealousy, but just because the only kiss he'd known had been a goodbye kiss. Too short. Too late.
He had wanted so much more. And when he'd woken up in that recovery room he had thought that he would have a second chance at that. That they would simply pick things up where they'd left off, but things hadn't been that easy. Peggy and Bucky had been through things that he couldn't comprehend. As much as no one actually talked about it, he was aware that in some ways they couldn't help but move on without him.
Steve met Bucky's gaze and held it for a moment before breaking it. He swallowed. "You thought I was dead."
It's difficult to tell if it's a pardon or an explanation. But he understands. It just doesn't make the disappointment sting any less. Still, this isn't Bucky's fault and it's unfair to lay it on his shoulders.
Steve moves to a chair and drops into it, his shoulders rolling back, hands going limp on his lap. His voice is lower - resigned - though he can't quite bring himself to look back over at Bucky. "I would've wanted you to look after each other."