[ Well. Steve knows that feeling. He didn’t puke on Nick Fury’s feet when he told him but he understands the overwhelming desire to. He the way his brain short circuited and then had to start back up. Cataloguing everything he left behind- everything he lost. That grief is overwhelming and it never fully goes away.
He moves, putting his hand on Bucky’s back and to steady him. Comfort him.
There’s more he needs to say. So much more. And so much worse. But he waits until Bucky gets his bearings back. ]
You didn’t die.
[ Not that that’s any consolation considering what else he’s going to tell him. He wonders if Bucky- the Bucky he just left- ever wishes he did. It’s not something Steve thinks about- he doesn’t let himself. Not usually, but right now it’s a thought that bubbles up when faced with telling his friend about his future. ]
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He moves, putting his hand on Bucky’s back and to steady him. Comfort him.
There’s more he needs to say. So much more. And so much worse. But he waits until Bucky gets his bearings back. ]
You didn’t die.
[ Not that that’s any consolation considering what else he’s going to tell him. He wonders if Bucky- the Bucky he just left- ever wishes he did. It’s not something Steve thinks about- he doesn’t let himself. Not usually, but right now it’s a thought that bubbles up when faced with telling his friend about his future. ]