Head out into suburbia, get a nice little house with a backyard and room to roam? A place with more than one bedroom? Seems impossible.
( the usual mordant humour about nyc real estate. he's trying to sound teasing — biting sarcasm has, in fact, become one of bucky barnes' trademarks — but truth be told, he also sounds a little wistful about the prospect. his sister had had a place like that out in indiana. and yet, brooklyn's got its claws into him and he's not sure he could ever leave. he's looking down at his right hand as he twists the whiskey glass back and forth on the island, skimming the condensation from the glass, his other arm tucked between him and the edge of the island as he leans against it. (if she looks, she can just catch a glimpse of sleek black metal, only just barely out of view.)
there's a thoughtful look on his face, a contemplative furrow between his brows as he digs up his next few words: )
I've thought for a while that people can be divided into groups: either you're a New York person or not. Not in a good or a bad way. Either you love this city and you stay and stick it out here, or you don't.
( a beat. there really was a reason it was the only thing he could think of putting into his bullshit dating profile. i'm just a kid from brooklyn, steve had famously said, once upon a time, and those words rang true for both of them. )
Me, I can't imagine living anywhere else. Although maybe it's 'cause it's the only place that looks familiar to me at all these days. Even if it's changed.
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( the usual mordant humour about nyc real estate. he's trying to sound teasing — biting sarcasm has, in fact, become one of bucky barnes' trademarks — but truth be told, he also sounds a little wistful about the prospect. his sister had had a place like that out in indiana. and yet, brooklyn's got its claws into him and he's not sure he could ever leave. he's looking down at his right hand as he twists the whiskey glass back and forth on the island, skimming the condensation from the glass, his other arm tucked between him and the edge of the island as he leans against it. (if she looks, she can just catch a glimpse of sleek black metal, only just barely out of view.)
there's a thoughtful look on his face, a contemplative furrow between his brows as he digs up his next few words: )
I've thought for a while that people can be divided into groups: either you're a New York person or not. Not in a good or a bad way. Either you love this city and you stay and stick it out here, or you don't.
( a beat. there really was a reason it was the only thing he could think of putting into his bullshit dating profile. i'm just a kid from brooklyn, steve had famously said, once upon a time, and those words rang true for both of them. )
Me, I can't imagine living anywhere else. Although maybe it's 'cause it's the only place that looks familiar to me at all these days. Even if it's changed.