[ Just as they tend to set each other off at the drop of a hat, their tempers tend to cool just as quickly, so the sudden change from angry-upset-betrayed to something a lot calmer doesn't surprise her much, though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to watch his hackles lower.
He looks back at her just in time to watch her cross her arms over her chest, except that she's forgotten yet again that her chest has a lot more to it than it used to, and she can't fold her arms like that any more. Awkwardly untangling them, she tries to fold them under her chest instead, but that just serves to push things up even more than her brassiere does, so she lets her arms drop to her sides to dangle instead, her fingers curling into her palms. ]
I— [ Whatever she'd been about to say gets cut off by him flapping his hand at her dismissively, and while she knows Bucky isn't the type of man who'd think that of her, who'd think that her one goal in life is to be famous and adored, having him say it aloud lifts a burden from her shoulders she wasn't even really aware of carrying.
Hopefully the way her knees wobble with relief is hidden by her trousers, though she's pretty sure there's no hiding the soft noise trapped in her throat, something pitifully close to a whimper that she tries to turn into a sigh. ]
I wanted to help, [ is what she says in the end, instead of saying anything about not being able to stomach accepting the Barnes' charity any longer, about nights spent curled up in her lumpy little bed under a threadbare blanket half-hoping she'd fall asleep and never wake up again, just so she wouldn't have to keep surviving in the useless frail body she'd been saddled with.
She shakes her head at his question, opening her mouth to explain, but finding that the words just won't come. Rolling her lips between her teeth, she bites them hard enough to hurt, trying to keep her chin from wobbling. ] Just me.
you're fine!!
He looks back at her just in time to watch her cross her arms over her chest, except that she's forgotten yet again that her chest has a lot more to it than it used to, and she can't fold her arms like that any more. Awkwardly untangling them, she tries to fold them under her chest instead, but that just serves to push things up even more than her brassiere does, so she lets her arms drop to her sides to dangle instead, her fingers curling into her palms. ]
I— [ Whatever she'd been about to say gets cut off by him flapping his hand at her dismissively, and while she knows Bucky isn't the type of man who'd think that of her, who'd think that her one goal in life is to be famous and adored, having him say it aloud lifts a burden from her shoulders she wasn't even really aware of carrying.
Hopefully the way her knees wobble with relief is hidden by her trousers, though she's pretty sure there's no hiding the soft noise trapped in her throat, something pitifully close to a whimper that she tries to turn into a sigh. ]
I wanted to help, [ is what she says in the end, instead of saying anything about not being able to stomach accepting the Barnes' charity any longer, about nights spent curled up in her lumpy little bed under a threadbare blanket half-hoping she'd fall asleep and never wake up again, just so she wouldn't have to keep surviving in the useless frail body she'd been saddled with.
She shakes her head at his question, opening her mouth to explain, but finding that the words just won't come. Rolling her lips between her teeth, she bites them hard enough to hurt, trying to keep her chin from wobbling. ] Just me.