[When that tentative, soft warmth unfurls from Sam's side of the link, Bucky finds himself unable to entirely comprehend it. There's some comfort in knowing he's not alone in his confusion, but he works to deflect the focus from himself. He's never been a skilled orator, but since HYDRA, he's even more out of practice. And he finds himself losing his words in his head.
Instead, he nods, glancing away, so intensely uncomfortable with all of this. The itch to run surges in his veins, but he swallows it down. Not the time.
Bucky himself needs to get back to suiting up before he heads out with the main crew to the memory banks.]
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Instead, he nods, glancing away, so intensely uncomfortable with all of this. The itch to run surges in his veins, but he swallows it down. Not the time.
Bucky himself needs to get back to suiting up before he heads out with the main crew to the memory banks.]
Yeah. Copy that.