[Bucky almost pulls his arm back at the mention of Tony Stark. Eight parts guilty conscience, two parts feeling burdensome, one part distrust. She trusts him, and Steve too despite their differences, and that helps of course, but. Bucky finds it difficult to bridge the gap between them. And he doubts Tony wouldn't feel the same way about him.
He doesn't quite wrestle his arm away but he does bristle, and flinch.]
You won't ever not be a Widow. [Just as he won't ever not be HYDRA. Forged in their fire. Nurtured under their watchful eyes. Regardless of how he feels about what he did, HYDRA is dirty ink in his water. He will never be rid of them. Never be clean again.]
Thanks for your help. [She's done poking and prodding at his arm and at him, right?]
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He doesn't quite wrestle his arm away but he does bristle, and flinch.]
You won't ever not be a Widow. [Just as he won't ever not be HYDRA. Forged in their fire. Nurtured under their watchful eyes. Regardless of how he feels about what he did, HYDRA is dirty ink in his water. He will never be rid of them. Never be clean again.]
Thanks for your help. [She's done poking and prodding at his arm and at him, right?]