Whatever is going through Bucky's mind, he doesn't share it readily-- he's gotten good at masking what's going through his head at any given moment, no matter who it is. Steve, bless him, has always been too trusting, and accepts an "I'm fine," for what it is, it's probably why Steve volunteered Bucky for this in the first place-- and he had volunteered Bucky, because he'd been making plenty of effort not to bump into Romanoff, not to reopen old wounds when they hadn't ever gotten a chance to heal.
Bucky slinks into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets, shoulders upwards in a way the Winter Soldier never carried himself. Bucky has been like that ever since Steve brought him to Wakanda; tense around other people only relaxing when he's alone with his goats. He doesn't like being away from his animals, but some of the farmers have already volunteered to help watch over them for the mission; they're used to it, probably not shockingly, since their King often leaves for his own missions.
The fact that he has his left arm at all means he's prepared for the mission; and he only looks up when he spots Natasha, acknowledging her with a nod, one of those quick calculating looks that HYDRA trained into him before he seems like he's decided he can handle the situation, instead pulling the door to the refrigerator open right-handed, grabbing the carton of orange juice and fishing a glass out of the tiny cabinet. "He's always worried like that," Bucky says, sheepishly admitting he'd heard the last bit of the conversation.
He pours the juice before hurriedly putting the carton away, movements rushed by not sloppy. "Given me more 'n my fair share of those kind of talks. I know you can handle this on your own, but you know Rogers. He never lets himself rest, even when he's benched." He gives another assessing look, clearly not too interested in giving much away, but after a moment he says, "With your skills, we'll be able to finish quick-- then we can both get Steve off your back for next time."
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Bucky slinks into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets, shoulders upwards in a way the Winter Soldier never carried himself. Bucky has been like that ever since Steve brought him to Wakanda; tense around other people only relaxing when he's alone with his goats. He doesn't like being away from his animals, but some of the farmers have already volunteered to help watch over them for the mission; they're used to it, probably not shockingly, since their King often leaves for his own missions.
The fact that he has his left arm at all means he's prepared for the mission; and he only looks up when he spots Natasha, acknowledging her with a nod, one of those quick calculating looks that HYDRA trained into him before he seems like he's decided he can handle the situation, instead pulling the door to the refrigerator open right-handed, grabbing the carton of orange juice and fishing a glass out of the tiny cabinet. "He's always worried like that," Bucky says, sheepishly admitting he'd heard the last bit of the conversation.
He pours the juice before hurriedly putting the carton away, movements rushed by not sloppy. "Given me more 'n my fair share of those kind of talks. I know you can handle this on your own, but you know Rogers. He never lets himself rest, even when he's benched." He gives another assessing look, clearly not too interested in giving much away, but after a moment he says, "With your skills, we'll be able to finish quick-- then we can both get Steve off your back for next time."