Jun 22, 2021
“How the hell can I be sad?” Steve says, baffled. “You're here! How can you not—” But the sudden cracked-open expression on Bucky's face says that he didn't know, or not entirely, until the words came out of Steve's mouth. It feels like a mallet to the heart. Christ, has Steve been such an awful friend that Bucky'd somehow come away with the impression that he wasn't—that he didn't— “I robbed the Smithsonian,” Steve says, “I took a bullet to the back; I dismantled an entire God damn extra-governmental organization—” and Bucky snorts and makes a little wheel-rolling gesture with two fingers. “Hey! Whether I'd've done it anyway's beside the point. I did it for you, asshole.”
not a language but a map - magdaliny
