When Sam was talking (the guy never stopped, especially when he had the spotlight and an interested audience), Bucky gave Sarah a small smile. He was often the type to either engage in conversation with the family like he didn't have so many reservations or he remained quiet as he listened. This was one of the first instances where he felt like he was back in the 1930s at his own dinner table.
With his fork, he ate his cobbler, peered over at Natasha's as if he was sizing it up to steal some, but ultimately kept to his own plate and dessert.
This time, when he went for seconds, he didn't lean over as if he was about to fall over into Natasha's lap. He didn't even lean towards her at all.
When conversation was clearly drifting toward where Natasha was staying (Sarah was only so subtle by asking if the car was hers, where she rented it from, for how long), Bucky sat back in his chair and glanced over at her. "Where are you staying?"
If she had a place, then it'd be easy to assume she had every intention of lingering around, perhaps giving Sam more intel. If she didn't, then he and Sam were really on their own again.
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With his fork, he ate his cobbler, peered over at Natasha's as if he was sizing it up to steal some, but ultimately kept to his own plate and dessert.
This time, when he went for seconds, he didn't lean over as if he was about to fall over into Natasha's lap. He didn't even lean towards her at all.
When conversation was clearly drifting toward where Natasha was staying (Sarah was only so subtle by asking if the car was hers, where she rented it from, for how long), Bucky sat back in his chair and glanced over at her. "Where are you staying?"
If she had a place, then it'd be easy to assume she had every intention of lingering around, perhaps giving Sam more intel. If she didn't, then he and Sam were really on their own again.