[ Bucky was still learning how her body worked; even though it had been weeks, regaining memories from her time before the Soldier put things off balance. She remembered what it had felt like back then, to be human, but she wasn't quite that anymore. The alcohol didn't quite work the same, she had to drink so much and it wore off so fast. But, one thing she also knew for certain -]
[- she wasn't like Stephanie, either. She wasn't human, but she wasn't a hero, something super and special...she was in a mediocre limbo, neither here nor there. She swallowed a last bit of pancake and pushed the thought out of her mind. Her eyes immediately went wide as more food was pushed in front of her, food she knew had been meant for Steph. ]
...are you sure? I mean....you should eat. [ The words came out a tad hoarse, and looking down at her syrup-covered hands as if they were covered in blood, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. I'm not a damned animal she has to remind herself. ]
[Finding a napkin and wiping her hands slowly, she picks up a nearby fork and knife and holds them appropriately, after readjusting the blanket around her shoulders. She notices the water, but decides to let it be for now, as she looked back up at Steph. ]
....at least let me help with dishes... or something...? [ She definitely didn't want to get sick again, and she owed Steph for the first time she did. She owed Steph for more than she could count in a lifetime.]
THEN I'M GOING BACK TO RUSSIA AND ESTABLISHING MY BREAKFAST BUREAUCRACY. HAIL HASH BROWNS.
[- she wasn't like Stephanie, either. She wasn't human, but she wasn't a hero, something super and special...she was in a mediocre limbo, neither here nor there. She swallowed a last bit of pancake and pushed the thought out of her mind. Her eyes immediately went wide as more food was pushed in front of her, food she knew had been meant for Steph. ]
...are you sure? I mean....you should eat. [ The words came out a tad hoarse, and looking down at her syrup-covered hands as if they were covered in blood, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. I'm not a damned animal she has to remind herself. ]
[Finding a napkin and wiping her hands slowly, she picks up a nearby fork and knife and holds them appropriately, after readjusting the blanket around her shoulders. She notices the water, but decides to let it be for now, as she looked back up at Steph. ]
....at least let me help with dishes... or something...? [ She definitely didn't want to get sick again, and she owed Steph for the first time she did. She owed Steph for more than she could count in a lifetime.]