[ She couldn't hold back the raspy laugh that escaped at the thought of Steph's clothes being too big. She remembered Brooklyn - mostly, anyway - and many of the most vivid memories were of keeping her slight-framed friend warm. Be it with her own blankets, her much-too-large clothes, her arms - anything to shield Steph during the bitter winters in their sparse apartment. The thought of a role-reversal was strange but amusing...and not completely uncomfortable, Bucky thought. After weeks of struggle, of being worn down,she had finally accepted that she needed - and wanted - help. She wanted to be taken care of for a change, to be safe and warm in clothes that smell of detergent and her best girl, not locked away in her personal, frozen hell.]
I think I can manage. Better than my team-hydra uniform, at any rate. [She grinned, grabbing Steph's hand lightly and taking a few steps before immediately stopping and realizing she didn't actually know her way to the bathroom, or around most of the house in general. ] Lead the way, Captain.
DON'T AVOID THE QUESTION. I TRUSTED YOU, YOU PIE-LOVING, EX-ASTHMATIC, HOMOSEXUAL
I think I can manage. Better than my team-hydra uniform, at any rate. [She grinned, grabbing Steph's hand lightly and taking a few steps before immediately stopping and realizing she didn't actually know her way to the bathroom, or around most of the house in general. ] Lead the way, Captain.