Without looking down at her, he said casually, "Mine are dead." Kind of obvious, given his age. He shrugged easily. "Killed some of them, too."
Bucky bore the death of Howard Stark heavily. It was one of the few that he remembered in such vivid detail that he sometimes wished for the selfish easy way out of a memory wipe. But remembering Howard meant that he was himself. James Barnes was still there, even if he couldn't look himself in the mirror sometimes.
But he said it to make a point. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him; he wanted her to realise how pathetic that excuse was, especially to him. He was the Hermit Soldier these days.
Curling his hands around the gutter lightly, he looked down at her in amusement. "If I can have a hobby, I'm sure you could have two." Returning to the gutter, he said playfully, "That's kind of pathetic. Old man Barnes is outdoing you in the being normal department."
Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself. Guess looks really were deceiving. Natasha Romanoff seemed like she had her shit sorted, and yet, here she was, admitting her shit was not sorted at all.
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Bucky bore the death of Howard Stark heavily. It was one of the few that he remembered in such vivid detail that he sometimes wished for the selfish easy way out of a memory wipe. But remembering Howard meant that he was himself. James Barnes was still there, even if he couldn't look himself in the mirror sometimes.
But he said it to make a point. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him; he wanted her to realise how pathetic that excuse was, especially to him. He was the Hermit Soldier these days.
Curling his hands around the gutter lightly, he looked down at her in amusement. "If I can have a hobby, I'm sure you could have two." Returning to the gutter, he said playfully, "That's kind of pathetic. Old man Barnes is outdoing you in the being normal department."
Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself. Guess looks really were deceiving. Natasha Romanoff seemed like she had her shit sorted, and yet, here she was, admitting her shit was not sorted at all.