[ They both miss Steve. He's sure of it, despite the fact that he doesn't know her that well. Despite the fact that he only had Steve back in his life for a relative blip compared to the rest of the span of it. That's the thing about him, though, isn't it? Hard not to, with that charismatic dumb bitch energy.
There's an amused, pointed look at the meal suggestion. He's not gonna fight it, but he's a pretty decent cook, thank you very much. That's a skill that came long before Hydra ever got their palms on him. Three younger sisters at home to take care of, certain duties as the oldest son when his mother couldn't perform them. Keeping Steve Rogers' dumb ass alive because he doesn't know calorie from Bowery.
Scraping by the last eighteen months or so without the ability eat out nor the steady income for the luxury.
He was a person before he was a weapon. Wouldn't blame her for not remembering that. Sometimes he doesn't either.
He does alright, is the point. She can find that out eventually. ]
I might be able to help with that. We can talk about it later.
[ The power they gave him, the one he hated the second he found out he had it... it's showing a few shades of usefulness. Brought a guy's buried memory to the surface. Altered the memory of a guard in the simulation.
Maybe he can use it for her here, for this. Take it away so her mind can't dream it up, or give her closure. Alter it, so she gets the ending she seems to need.
Or not. It's a touchy subject, an incredibly uncomfortable prospect - at least for him.
Anyway, with an air of restraint and calmness, he steps around her to amble up to the edge of her cliff. To look down at the ground below, and to think... unfairly, with the serum, he'd probably survive it. He'd have to land on his goddamn skull to make it stick.
It'd defeat the purpose for her, though. The point isn't the fall itself, it's the end result.
Wishes he could do it for her, but she knows her dreams better than he ever will. Instead, he looks over at her and absurdly positions: ]
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There's an amused, pointed look at the meal suggestion. He's not gonna fight it, but he's a pretty decent cook, thank you very much. That's a skill that came long before Hydra ever got their palms on him. Three younger sisters at home to take care of, certain duties as the oldest son when his mother couldn't perform them. Keeping Steve Rogers' dumb ass alive because he doesn't know calorie from Bowery.
Scraping by the last eighteen months or so without the ability eat out nor the steady income for the luxury.
He was a person before he was a weapon. Wouldn't blame her for not remembering that. Sometimes he doesn't either.
He does alright, is the point. She can find that out eventually. ]
I might be able to help with that. We can talk about it later.
[ The power they gave him, the one he hated the second he found out he had it... it's showing a few shades of usefulness. Brought a guy's buried memory to the surface. Altered the memory of a guard in the simulation.
Maybe he can use it for her here, for this. Take it away so her mind can't dream it up, or give her closure. Alter it, so she gets the ending she seems to need.
Or not. It's a touchy subject, an incredibly uncomfortable prospect - at least for him.
Anyway, with an air of restraint and calmness, he steps around her to amble up to the edge of her cliff. To look down at the ground below, and to think... unfairly, with the serum, he'd probably survive it. He'd have to land on his goddamn skull to make it stick.
It'd defeat the purpose for her, though. The point isn't the fall itself, it's the end result.
Wishes he could do it for her, but she knows her dreams better than he ever will. Instead, he looks over at her and absurdly positions: ]
I'll text you.