[His lips flicker up into the ghost of a smile that's more sardonic than anything, as he shoves his hands in his pockets.] Buck, everything's been weird for years, now. I think normal's something we gave up in 1941.
[Some days... he misses it. But the thing is, he can't wish he'd stayed home in Brooklyn. He'd have gotten some form letter from Phillips that said Bucky was dead, and he wouldn't have known what to do with himself and he would have died a long time ago, believing Bucky was dead, while Bucky would have no one to help him, in the future. He can't wish things were any different, not really. But yeah, some days, he wonders if normal wasn't underrated, once upon a time.
He guesses they've never really been normal, either way, though. But they had their normal, and it could have been enough.] I guess you just find a new normal
[No matter how FUBAR'd things get. Like living in a foxhole on the front or losing your best friend and waking up half a century in the future.]
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[Some days... he misses it. But the thing is, he can't wish he'd stayed home in Brooklyn. He'd have gotten some form letter from Phillips that said Bucky was dead, and he wouldn't have known what to do with himself and he would have died a long time ago, believing Bucky was dead, while Bucky would have no one to help him, in the future. He can't wish things were any different, not really. But yeah, some days, he wonders if normal wasn't underrated, once upon a time.
He guesses they've never really been normal, either way, though. But they had their normal, and it could have been enough.] I guess you just find a new normal
[No matter how FUBAR'd things get. Like living in a foxhole on the front or losing your best friend and waking up half a century in the future.]