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*has been feeling increasingly morose over the last couple of weeks, not really sure why, can't put his finger on it, he's just listless and plagued by a strange sadness that follows him around no matter what he does, it even hits him when he's trying to teach Thor the rules of baseball while they watch a Giants & Dodgers game, and it's almost impossible to be unhappy when Thor's around, so he KNOWS something's wrong, ends up spending a lot of time sitting in the Tower's oxygen garden, a weird and enormous floor of the tower that's like an indoor forest, he doesn't really know why it's there but it's nice, it's quiet, and he can sketch the flowers*

Date: 2012-06-18 03:18 am (UTC)
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*doesn't respond right away, wishes he'd gotten on making that Steve-specific booze he had thought about making months ago so he'd have something of use to offer him, but as it is, he just has himself* How did he die? You don't have to say, obviously, but -- the history books were always pretty vague on that point, and -- if you think talking about it'd help?

Date: 2012-06-18 03:27 am (UTC)
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*maybe it's the ten year old scifi fan in him, but his first thought is, if there's no body he's not dead -- and he knows that's ridiculous, of course it doesn't apply to real life, but he can't shake it*

Doesn't sound like your fault to me.

Date: 2012-06-18 03:41 am (UTC)
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They didn't give you wings. *pauses, then makes a face at himself* That didn't come out right, sorry, I just mean -- strength isn't everything, sometimes. Can't blame yourself for not jumping off after him.

Date: 2012-06-18 04:01 am (UTC)
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*huffs a laugh, trying not to show just how thrilled he is by Steve's saying that, and decides to put a little of himself on the line in return* I, um. Growing up, I, you know, read the Captain America comics, and heard stories from my dad, and you were always this -- unattainable level of perfection, right, I think Howard always wished I was more like you and less like him, but Bucky -- I always sort of. Identified with him more. *shrugs, looks away* Always thought that given the choice, I'd rather be him, 'cause he was so important to you, so he. He must've been pretty happy, even with the, um. Dying.

Date: 2012-06-22 04:03 am (UTC)
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A man after my own heart! *grins a little* He pass on any of that action to you?

Date: 2012-06-22 04:43 am (UTC)
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A lot? *studies him* How many dates are we talking about?

Date: 2012-06-22 05:27 am (UTC)
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And how many of those ended in you getting any action?

Date: 2012-06-22 05:36 am (UTC)
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*leans forward* But you knew that. You knew that for sure after the first -- I don't know, five dates, you must have. So why'd you keep doing it? Couldn't have been fun.

Date: 2012-06-22 05:45 am (UTC)
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Right, yeah, but, I mean. *eyes him, there's something here, something in the blush spreading across Steve's cheeks and down his neck, and he definitely has a theory as to what it is* You met Rhodey, right, he's been my best friend for a good chunk of my life, and I don't know if I've ever done something just because he asks me to. And yeah, okay, I'm kinda stubborn, but -- I don't think most people do stuff they don't want to just because their buddy asks.

Date: 2012-06-22 05:54 am (UTC)
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*holy shit Steve was gay for Bucky holy shit, the sixteen-year-old in Tony is freaking the fuck out right now, doesn't show it at all*

Okay. *mildly* Makes sense, in that case.

Date: 2012-06-22 06:16 am (UTC)
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*frowns* And, uh, why is that, exactly?

Date: 2012-06-22 06:29 am (UTC)
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*shrugs* Nope. Not in the least. Seems like it was Hydra's fault, or maybe Nazis, or maybe the train, but I'm thinking about it, and I'm kind of a genius, and I still can't figure out how it could be your fault at all.

Date: 2012-06-22 06:36 am (UTC)
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Oh, for -- fuck that, Steve, that's bullshit. No, that's -- *shakes his head* Nope. Incorrect.

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