[There's a certain pull to his mouth that could make her want to sock him in it, but he knows her sort. He doesn't get it, exactly, the reasons staying professional means ditching anything personal for some people, but then he's never been a woman at war. Met enough, though, not to underestimate a one of them.
And it's not like he doesn't hide the worst of his thoughts. The veneer he chooses is just different, that's all: a smile, since he doesn't do blank so well.
And if there's one thing he's learned it's that a smile goes easier on other people. Up here as much as back home, he's got too many of those to be looking out for, too much to let that slip.]
We took some girls out to the theatre, on London leave one time. [Before Hydra, before Steve had shown up, when the West End still defiantly burnt its lanterns to show that some things wouldn't die. Bucky kicks his legs out, settling into telling-] Made a terrible date. The play was too long and you couldn't root for the main guy after what he did to his girl. I don't remember much of it, but there's one line - There's more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
[It doesn't rhyme but it's poetry. He leans forward again, into that view (she doesn't need to trust him, he'll take care either way)].
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[There's a certain pull to his mouth that could make her want to sock him in it, but he knows her sort. He doesn't get it, exactly, the reasons staying professional means ditching anything personal for some people, but then he's never been a woman at war. Met enough, though, not to underestimate a one of them.
And it's not like he doesn't hide the worst of his thoughts. The veneer he chooses is just different, that's all: a smile, since he doesn't do blank so well.
And if there's one thing he's learned it's that a smile goes easier on other people. Up here as much as back home, he's got too many of those to be looking out for, too much to let that slip.]
We took some girls out to the theatre, on London leave one time. [Before Hydra, before Steve had shown up, when the West End still defiantly burnt its lanterns to show that some things wouldn't die. Bucky kicks his legs out, settling into telling-] Made a terrible date. The play was too long and you couldn't root for the main guy after what he did to his girl. I don't remember much of it, but there's one line - There's more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
[It doesn't rhyme but it's poetry. He leans forward again, into that view (she doesn't need to trust him, he'll take care either way)].
Guess the guy knew his stuff.