[Steve has put some thought into what Bucky would make of all this, if he had his memories and if he was still the person he'd watched fall from that train. Given how things have developed between them now, Steve's even asked himself if maybe Bucky had felt things for him back then and just never said anything.
It seems presumptuous to assume that, though. He may know Bucky better than anyone, but he doesn't want to get too caught up in picking apart his thoughts when technically he's right here with him.
There's a disconnect, though, and one that Steve has a hard time dealing with, though he's gotten a little better at it.
He locks up the bike and then tucks his keys away.] I usually drew. You'd hang around with me, chat, or call out to any pretty girl who walked past... [Steve smiles and shakes his head.]
Come on. [He starts down a walking path that should take them through the park.]
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It seems presumptuous to assume that, though. He may know Bucky better than anyone, but he doesn't want to get too caught up in picking apart his thoughts when technically he's right here with him.
There's a disconnect, though, and one that Steve has a hard time dealing with, though he's gotten a little better at it.
He locks up the bike and then tucks his keys away.] I usually drew. You'd hang around with me, chat, or call out to any pretty girl who walked past... [Steve smiles and shakes his head.]
Come on. [He starts down a walking path that should take them through the park.]