[ if he knew, he might laugh. none of them belong here; everything is so spectacularly fucked up. he shouldn't even be alive, especially not at the cost of everyone he's hurt as the winter soldier. with this steve, at least, there's a sense of normalcy. they lived fairly simple lives before the war, for all their hardship - but that life doesn't belong to him. it's bucky's, not his, and he can't pretend he understands.
all he can try to do is shield steve from the future as much as possible. he wouldn't talk about what he's been through even if he had the mental capacity to make sense of it. ]
I go to the roof sometimes.
[ it's almost a non-sequitur, doesn't quite follow the conversation without context. he's still learning how to convey things logically. he takes a moment, staring at the last half of the sandwich and then at steve ( maybe silently looking for permission to eat it, because he remembers making sure steve had enough good before he did ) before adding. ]
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all he can try to do is shield steve from the future as much as possible. he wouldn't talk about what he's been through even if he had the mental capacity to make sense of it. ]
I go to the roof sometimes.
[ it's almost a non-sequitur, doesn't quite follow the conversation without context. he's still learning how to convey things logically. he takes a moment, staring at the last half of the sandwich and then at steve ( maybe silently looking for permission to eat it, because he remembers making sure steve had enough good before he did ) before adding. ]
When I can't sleep. It helps.