There’s something in the way Bucky looks that keeps Steve from punching his shoulder. The guy beside him keeps going from the Bucky he knows to a complete stranger. Steve isn’t sure if he’s putting s mask on or taking it off.
“I’m doing pretty good, Buck,” Steve shoots back, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re acting like I’m covered in dirt and wearing rags. I’m better off than a whole lot of people.” He’s not panhandling and he’s never had to look for less savory sources of income.
He works. He goes to school. He can feed himself and clothe himself and the government makes sure that he’s not too bad off medically.
But— And isn’t there always a but? Steve doesn’t really want to push the point that he’s independent here when Bucky is back and maybe needs someone to look after. Or someone to look after him? Those can be the same thing really.
“But hey, maybe you’re right. Guess it means you have to call me some times and check in on me or I might accidentally eat pictures of food in magazines.”
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“I’m doing pretty good, Buck,” Steve shoots back, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re acting like I’m covered in dirt and wearing rags. I’m better off than a whole lot of people.” He’s not panhandling and he’s never had to look for less savory sources of income.
He works. He goes to school. He can feed himself and clothe himself and the government makes sure that he’s not too bad off medically.
But— And isn’t there always a but? Steve doesn’t really want to push the point that he’s independent here when Bucky is back and maybe needs someone to look after. Or someone to look after him? Those can be the same thing really.
“But hey, maybe you’re right. Guess it means you have to call me some times and check in on me or I might accidentally eat pictures of food in magazines.”