"Nothing. Why do you think I'm doing anything? She's the one pushing my buttons," Bucky protests. Although maybe the fact that he refuses to do anything she would consider 'taking this seriously' and 'appreciating second chances' is also pressing her buttons.
"Pretty sure she's regretting being stuck with me." Nobody would willingly choose to work with him, and if they did they're about as crazy as he is. At least, he's convinced himself of that. He doesn't think he's beyond help - he just thinks this whole checkbox exercise is a waste of time and she knows it, too.
"What? Oh. What-- no. Sorry." He's picked up some bad habits, mostly from spending a stretch of time in Wakanda with just the one arm and using his teeth a lot where he needs a little help. Safe to say nobody's batted anything out of his mouth or told him to stop that and use his metal hand like a normal person. Although now she is making him feel a little self-conscious about it...
"I didn't pick you for a beer and a pool table in a shitty bar kind of gal," he teases good-naturedly with a small smile. "Sounds like my kind of night, actually. Maybe I'm just old, want a book and a quiet corner to be by myself. ​Doing too much to unwind doesn't sound like unwinding." Not to mention the effort required to be social.
"You get recognised anywhere or can you still go incognito?" Luckily he's managed to avoid most of the attention - that brief blip Zemo fucked him over aside - but he imagines she's a little more recognisable these days.
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"Pretty sure she's regretting being stuck with me." Nobody would willingly choose to work with him, and if they did they're about as crazy as he is. At least, he's convinced himself of that. He doesn't think he's beyond help - he just thinks this whole checkbox exercise is a waste of time and she knows it, too.
"What? Oh. What-- no. Sorry." He's picked up some bad habits, mostly from spending a stretch of time in Wakanda with just the one arm and using his teeth a lot where he needs a little help. Safe to say nobody's batted anything out of his mouth or told him to stop that and use his metal hand like a normal person. Although now she is making him feel a little self-conscious about it...
"I didn't pick you for a beer and a pool table in a shitty bar kind of gal," he teases good-naturedly with a small smile. "Sounds like my kind of night, actually. Maybe I'm just old, want a book and a quiet corner to be by myself. ​Doing too much to unwind doesn't sound like unwinding." Not to mention the effort required to be social.
"You get recognised anywhere or can you still go incognito?" Luckily he's managed to avoid most of the attention - that brief blip Zemo fucked him over aside - but he imagines she's a little more recognisable these days.