[Bucky bristles from the increased pressure on the link from Sam. The feathers brush against his ears and scratch against his stubble, a physical reminder of the departure from HYDRA. That's what they were here for, crouched down in the corner with feathers and braids: because Bucky wanted more reminders that he had escaped. And Sam was helping him, despite being thrown by his face too many times.
At least he isn't lying to either of them. Steve carries too many hopes for Bucky to stomach while Sam isn't afraid to lay out harsh truths. Bucky will never be the smooth-talking charmer from Steve's memories, not even with all the effort in the world.
It still sounds oh too simple. He's not Bucky from Steve's memories, he's not the Soldier, then what is he, really? In the meantime while he figures out things, people around him are at risk.]
You couldn't give a happier pep talk, Wilson? [A little growl.]
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At least he isn't lying to either of them. Steve carries too many hopes for Bucky to stomach while Sam isn't afraid to lay out harsh truths. Bucky will never be the smooth-talking charmer from Steve's memories, not even with all the effort in the world.
It still sounds oh too simple. He's not Bucky from Steve's memories, he's not the Soldier, then what is he, really? In the meantime while he figures out things, people around him are at risk.]
You couldn't give a happier pep talk, Wilson? [A little growl.]