[ The surprise cuts through him, ripping loose that burst of profanity before he can pull it back — but then again, neither of them had ever really reined themselves in with each other. A childhood running loose on the streets together had eroded boundaries and propriety between them until he'd always just treated her as another one of the boys, the pair of them thick as thieves. His mouth's only become more worthy of being scrubbed out with soap after joining the army.
This was exactly the sort of thing he'd told her not to do. Cross as two sticks, indeed. Bucky paces to the other side of the tent, scrubs at his face with a hand, running it through his hair — which is shorter than usual, cut brutally short to military specification, although his stubble's been growing in rougher than it ever did back stateside.
When Bucky wheels around and paces back and faces her again, he's biting down on that anger, which really just masks his concern. He reaches thoughtlessly outward, his fingertips grazing against Steph's bicep. Muscle. Clear-cut muscle, the kind that she'd never managed to put on even when he was training her in boxing. For self-defense, he'd said at the time. You gotta be able to protect yourself from these lowlifes when I'm not around. ]
So the things they say about Liberty Belle— the program actually worked? It really did... all this to you? Turned you into some kind of, of superwoman?
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[ The surprise cuts through him, ripping loose that burst of profanity before he can pull it back — but then again, neither of them had ever really reined themselves in with each other. A childhood running loose on the streets together had eroded boundaries and propriety between them until he'd always just treated her as another one of the boys, the pair of them thick as thieves. His mouth's only become more worthy of being scrubbed out with soap after joining the army.
This was exactly the sort of thing he'd told her not to do. Cross as two sticks, indeed. Bucky paces to the other side of the tent, scrubs at his face with a hand, running it through his hair — which is shorter than usual, cut brutally short to military specification, although his stubble's been growing in rougher than it ever did back stateside.
When Bucky wheels around and paces back and faces her again, he's biting down on that anger, which really just masks his concern. He reaches thoughtlessly outward, his fingertips grazing against Steph's bicep. Muscle. Clear-cut muscle, the kind that she'd never managed to put on even when he was training her in boxing. For self-defense, he'd said at the time. You gotta be able to protect yourself from these lowlifes when I'm not around. ]
So the things they say about Liberty Belle— the program actually worked? It really did... all this to you? Turned you into some kind of, of superwoman?
[ God, those words sound weird. ]