[Bucky does his best to send a mote of reasurance chaing after that unsettled feeling. He's alright. Feeling more useless than helpful, but for now it's at tolerable levels, nothing like when he first emerged from HYDRA. Here, he has Sam and a number of acquaintances he's growing to trust and enjoy when before he had nothing but a name.
He doesn't mind Sam moving into his space, but turns the blade away from Sam where it sits on his knee.]
Done it since I got out. [Because when someone's head is scrambled and in pieces, he goes with what he knows. Hell, he's cut his own hair with the knife. In uneven layers, sure, but he's not entering any beautiy paegants anytime soon.]
Kept getting caught in all that. [He gestures with his head toward the pile of fabric that is his disguise. The beard is much longer than usual, a full hobo beard instead of the eternal scruff he's able to shave.]
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He doesn't mind Sam moving into his space, but turns the blade away from Sam where it sits on his knee.]
Done it since I got out. [Because when someone's head is scrambled and in pieces, he goes with what he knows. Hell, he's cut his own hair with the knife. In uneven layers, sure, but he's not entering any beautiy paegants anytime soon.]
Kept getting caught in all that. [He gestures with his head toward the pile of fabric that is his disguise. The beard is much longer than usual, a full hobo beard instead of the eternal scruff he's able to shave.]