Date: 2018-07-15 08:05 am (UTC)
captaincentenarian: (army uniform)
Steve bridles, just a little, as Bucky gazes at him. But he doesn't drop his eyes, doesn't twitch. Bucky's looking for clues. He's not angry. He's not violent.

Well. Not yet. Steve's subconscious pulls at his sleeve, noting the exits, noting how close the other customers are, noting the easiest way to get Bucky out into the street if something does go horribly wrong and they end up fighting.

Bucky looks away first, looking down at his cup. Steve lets himself breathe. He may have passed some kind of test. He's not sure. He'd like to be sure.

"Yes. Till the end of the line, you jerk," Steve murmurs. "I know that wasn't you."

It was Bucky, is the problem. It's not as clean as Bucky was possessed and now he's not. He has a whole mess in his head, thanks to Hydra, who made him believe that he wanted to do this and that. They made him... but Bucky truly believed, for a while.

But Steve can't force Bucky to sit there and earnestly listen to his long rambling explanation. Not here, not in public. So he uses the shortcut, and hopes that Bucky might understand what he means. Hopes that it's not entirely the wrong thing to say.
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