Bucky looked at him with a very serious expression. It wouldn't be clear if he was joking or not. "Bread to meat ratio is very important."
And that did it. The mention of Steve made Bucky's eyes twitch, but in a good way. The corners of his lips turned up as he remembered some of the memories that he'd still been unlocking in his own mind. "He was smaller," he murmured. "Sick. Frail. He..." Bucky frowned. "They wouldn't let him enlist right away. Not healthy enough. Before he was big, he had a big heart."
There was something in Bucky's voice, the way he spoke about Steve when he wasn't around. Even as confused as he was about everything, he could feel how important Steve was to him. It scared him.
"Fighter. Even then. Many fights. Too small to fend for himself, so... I think I jumped in." He chuckled. "Awkward. With women. Didn't know how to talk to them. Was... Was always there. Every memory, he's in it," he whispered. "Art... Liked art. Drew. Sketches... All over the walls."
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And that did it. The mention of Steve made Bucky's eyes twitch, but in a good way. The corners of his lips turned up as he remembered some of the memories that he'd still been unlocking in his own mind. "He was smaller," he murmured. "Sick. Frail. He..." Bucky frowned. "They wouldn't let him enlist right away. Not healthy enough. Before he was big, he had a big heart."
There was something in Bucky's voice, the way he spoke about Steve when he wasn't around. Even as confused as he was about everything, he could feel how important Steve was to him. It scared him.
"Fighter. Even then. Many fights. Too small to fend for himself, so... I think I jumped in." He chuckled. "Awkward. With women. Didn't know how to talk to them. Was... Was always there. Every memory, he's in it," he whispered. "Art... Liked art. Drew. Sketches... All over the walls."