Bucky was able to smile and act so freely while around Sasha. He rolled his empty beer bottle in between his hands and began to forget about the stressors of the party. Bucky saw the slight twinge of pink on Sasha’s cheeks yet politely diverted his gaze. She probably received a lot of compliments for her cooking, but maybe not as many about herself. Sasha began to talk about Steve and Bucky immediately chuckled.
He still could not believe half of the stuff he heard about Steve. There were so many stories and moments he had missed, but Steve had been doing his best to tell Bucky all of it. Bucky wanted to tell Steve about his life, before they had found each other again, but he sometimes couldn’t stand the pain that reflected back at him in Steve’s eyes.
Bucky turned around and rested his back against the banister. He dangled the empty beer bottle loosely from his fingertips with a smug smile.
“He is an amazing guy, but your brother shouldn’t worry. Steve is only intimidating when he is protecting the people he cares about or kicking Hydra’s ass.”
His arms crossed over his chest as he turned and relaxed on his prosthetic elbow.
“If your brother made it into SHIELD then he shouldn’t worry to much. I have heard that the testing and training are rigorous, but they pick the best of the best. There was something about Z which probably stood out to them.”
Bucky bit his lower lip with a humored smile. He looked up at Sasha from under his long hair as he did his best to not laugh too hard.
“That would be a fun sight to see.”
“My parents took us to the museum once when we were kids.
We had to dress up all incognito, put it was fun.
I remember seeing all the footage and photos.
And I don’t think Steve is the only one that’s only
intimidating when fighting the bad guys.”
There’s a slight side eyed glance sent Bucky’d direction. A little
mischeivous grin that pulls at one side of her mouth. It’s a little
joke, but also her way of telling him you don’t scare me.
“Z’s just paranoid. Honestly don’t know where he gets it from.
Always so busy trying to break out of Daddy’s shadow.”
She’s not at all aware of the fact she’d said Daddy instead of our dad
and there’s a tisk sort of noise, her gaze shifting to the door. Her spoken
of sibling, currently trapped in some conversation that seemed to involve
Zach being the complete center of attention. And she has to stop herself
from making the decision to step inside just to see what the conversation
might be about.
Instead she turns back to the tree line. Kicking her feet again. Once then
twice before rocking back and settling on them once more. A half turn to
face her company a little better. Another sip of her drink, before it’s gingerly
set back down on the railing once more.
“Oh it’s bound to happen at least once, tonight.
When I see it’s going to, I’ll be sure to give you a heads up.
Front row seats to the Z making a fool out of himself show,
is always best.”
Another airy laugh, that has a hand coming up to cover her mouth. A
mannerism she perhaps picked up from her mother. Both something
polite as well as telling of how shy she might be in some aspects.
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