[Unfortunately, he does get his hackles up, because that's pretty much the worst thing he could have said, maybe even after "I think you're dealing with pretty bad shellshock", because that at least Bucky could've laughed off with a comment like "so's everyone else", because it's true. No one wasn't fucked up by what they saw, and did, and everything.
So Bucky opens his eyes, turns his head, and while he's not quite glaring, his brow's furrowed and he's frowning, and the whole thing adds up to looking kind of ticked off.]
I know, Steve. [Did he talk to Lydia? Is this going to be a rehash of that conversation, of how Bucky's not, and won't ever be sorry for the things he had to learn to do because it kept people safe] I'm not stupid.
[Part of him wants to say more. Wants to say he knows they're not the same, but they're not that different, either. He doesn't remember much about his time here before, but he knows he died, and he knows it wasn't pretty. That because they weren't prepared, he and Ben had gotten captured, and a lot of people had gotten hurt. You can't afford to let your guard down, not even here, and he's tired of being treated like he's the one who did something wrong, who's doing something wrong.
He's not. He's doing what he has to to keep himself and other people alive, and he's not going to apologize for it. And he's sure as hell not going to explain himself to anyone about it, not even Steve.
So he clams up instead. He closes his eyes, turns away again, and doesn't say anything else, except the lines of tension around his face don't go away. Of course, he doesn't get up and leave, either, but he's definitely kind of pissed.]
spam!
So Bucky opens his eyes, turns his head, and while he's not quite glaring, his brow's furrowed and he's frowning, and the whole thing adds up to looking kind of ticked off.]
I know, Steve. [Did he talk to Lydia? Is this going to be a rehash of that conversation, of how Bucky's not, and won't ever be sorry for the things he had to learn to do because it kept people safe] I'm not stupid.
[Part of him wants to say more. Wants to say he knows they're not the same, but they're not that different, either. He doesn't remember much about his time here before, but he knows he died, and he knows it wasn't pretty. That because they weren't prepared, he and Ben had gotten captured, and a lot of people had gotten hurt. You can't afford to let your guard down, not even here, and he's tired of being treated like he's the one who did something wrong, who's doing something wrong.
He's not. He's doing what he has to to keep himself and other people alive, and he's not going to apologize for it. And he's sure as hell not going to explain himself to anyone about it, not even Steve.
So he clams up instead. He closes his eyes, turns away again, and doesn't say anything else, except the lines of tension around his face don't go away. Of course, he doesn't get up and leave, either, but he's definitely kind of pissed.]