He's not Bucky. Bucky's fine, he's safe, he's on the other side of that door.
"Appreciate it," she says, and takes a seat on the stool beside his, ankles crossed and hands folded in her lap. For a moment, she studies the pattern of the wood at the bar.
He's not Bucky. Bucky's fine. He's safe. He's on the other side of that door and they're going to be on the same team, looking out for each other again.
"They say folks come from anywhere and any-when around here," Steph says after a moment, looking up at the man beside her with a smile. "That must make for some interesting small talk between drinks."
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"Appreciate it," she says, and takes a seat on the stool beside his, ankles crossed and hands folded in her lap. For a moment, she studies the pattern of the wood at the bar.
He's not Bucky. Bucky's fine. He's safe. He's on the other side of that door and they're going to be on the same team, looking out for each other again.
"They say folks come from anywhere and any-when around here," Steph says after a moment, looking up at the man beside her with a smile. "That must make for some interesting small talk between drinks."