[Bucky's answering smile is a little worn, maybe even a little strained around the edges.]
I bet. [It's hard sometimes to be here, walking around and breathing and eating and sleeping when he knows what happened to him. How could he forget? He woke up here half drowned, with most of his arm ripped off and his head practically bashed in. He's dead. He died. Everything else went on without him.
And he's not sure what to do with it. Sometimes, he doesn't feel all that different, because he can still watch movies and horse around with Steve and take Morgana on a date and play baseball with Ben, but then sometimes, he's hit by how bad things were. Are. Used to be. He has nightmares, he doesn't feel safe without a weapon, he finds himself reaching for his sidearm when someone sneaks up on him.
He's not even especially angry with himself when he catches it happening. This is just how things are for him.]
spam!
I bet. [It's hard sometimes to be here, walking around and breathing and eating and sleeping when he knows what happened to him. How could he forget? He woke up here half drowned, with most of his arm ripped off and his head practically bashed in. He's dead. He died. Everything else went on without him.
And he's not sure what to do with it. Sometimes, he doesn't feel all that different, because he can still watch movies and horse around with Steve and take Morgana on a date and play baseball with Ben, but then sometimes, he's hit by how bad things were. Are. Used to be. He has nightmares, he doesn't feel safe without a weapon, he finds himself reaching for his sidearm when someone sneaks up on him.
He's not even especially angry with himself when he catches it happening. This is just how things are for him.]
This whole thing's weird, Steve.