[ The barest hint of tension betrays Bucky's reaction to Steve's presence, but he doesn't move otherwise -- he'd sensed him in the doorway, instincts honed to a fine point; and it's fortunate that the other man seems to read him well, because he doesn't linger in the doorway long.
Suddenly, Bucky's attention is not on the silent movie anymore. He finds the words familiar, a tightening in his chest as he contemplates them, sifts through slipping sands to capture an emotion, a thought, anything. Yes. ]
I know. [ He does. He'd known it all along, Steve Rogers' truths written into his bones, beyond memory. Steve was afraid, and Bucky pretended not to notice to protect his ego; boys shouldn't be afraid of monsters, boys had to be fearless, to protect girls.
How wrong they were of this, too.
His words are caught in his throat for a few long moments, before he musters up a quiet; ] We never watched a horror movie again.
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Suddenly, Bucky's attention is not on the silent movie anymore. He finds the words familiar, a tightening in his chest as he contemplates them, sifts through slipping sands to capture an emotion, a thought, anything. Yes. ]
I know. [ He does. He'd known it all along, Steve Rogers' truths written into his bones, beyond memory. Steve was afraid, and Bucky pretended not to notice to protect his ego; boys shouldn't be afraid of monsters, boys had to be fearless, to protect girls.
How wrong they were of this, too.
His words are caught in his throat for a few long moments, before he musters up a quiet; ] We never watched a horror movie again.