[ While she's off fetching supplies from the kitchen, Bucky squeezes himself against the wall with its porthole-like window, the shutter pulled down for nighttime. His left arm's against the wall. He tries to make himself comfortable again, shifting and restlessly rearranging himself and his long limbs, except this time he also consciously leaves space on the other half of the bed for Daisy once she returns.
It really doesn't seem like a lot of space. He keeps eyeing that strip of empty mattress mistrustfully, envisioning how close they're gonna have to get to make it work. Like a submarine, space is a premium when you're literally airborne, so the bunks are twin beds; it doesn't leave much room to fit two. Sitting elbow-to-elbow on his stupid sofa probably would've been less nerve-wracking.
All of it reminds him mortifyingly of being a teenager again, all his nerves suddenly in his throat, climbing out of his skin at the mere prospect of being so close to a girl. He's rusty; he's forgotten how to do this. God, it's annoying.
But when she returns, Bucky's expression at least doesn't betray how nervous he feels, although he does try to wedge himself even further against the wall to make room for her. ]
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[ While she's off fetching supplies from the kitchen, Bucky squeezes himself against the wall with its porthole-like window, the shutter pulled down for nighttime. His left arm's against the wall. He tries to make himself comfortable again, shifting and restlessly rearranging himself and his long limbs, except this time he also consciously leaves space on the other half of the bed for Daisy once she returns.
It really doesn't seem like a lot of space. He keeps eyeing that strip of empty mattress mistrustfully, envisioning how close they're gonna have to get to make it work. Like a submarine, space is a premium when you're literally airborne, so the bunks are twin beds; it doesn't leave much room to fit two. Sitting elbow-to-elbow on his stupid sofa probably would've been less nerve-wracking.
All of it reminds him mortifyingly of being a teenager again, all his nerves suddenly in his throat, climbing out of his skin at the mere prospect of being so close to a girl. He's rusty; he's forgotten how to do this. God, it's annoying.
But when she returns, Bucky's expression at least doesn't betray how nervous he feels, although he does try to wedge himself even further against the wall to make room for her. ]