That note in Bucky's voice is an abyss of pain yawning open. Steve has so much that he wants to say, needs to say, that none of it's going to come out just yet. They need to be somewhere private. If Bucky will let him. If Bucky trusts him enough.
They used to trust each other with everything, Steve thinks, but there's no point in wasting time on regret. They have what they have, right now, and maybe he can make things a little better for Bucky. That's good.
(He sure can't fix everything with one conversation. There's blood on Bucky's hands, and he didn't want to kill people but Hydra made it so a part of him did it anyway.)
Steve's eyes flick to the newcomers, and he nods at Bucky's words.
"I have a hotel room. With shutters over the windows."
It's not completely safe. Nowhere is, not with their faces, not with the people who want both of them dead. But it'll do.
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Date: 2018-07-15 08:20 am (UTC)They used to trust each other with everything, Steve thinks, but there's no point in wasting time on regret. They have what they have, right now, and maybe he can make things a little better for Bucky. That's good.
(He sure can't fix everything with one conversation. There's blood on Bucky's hands, and he didn't want to kill people but Hydra made it so a part of him did it anyway.)
Steve's eyes flick to the newcomers, and he nods at Bucky's words.
"I have a hotel room. With shutters over the windows."
It's not completely safe. Nowhere is, not with their faces, not with the people who want both of them dead. But it'll do.
"Will you come with me?"