At the sound of his old friend's voice, it's hard for Bucky not to want to run again. Though he bears no physical traces of his sojourn spent roughing it in the jungle, having already used the morning to clean himself up, the mental ones haven't yet disappeared. He's still angry for being manipulated by this island's invisible forces, his skin all but humming with it, but the bulk of his ire is directed more squarely on himself, and the fact that he outright told Steve he'd be lying to the man whenever the time would come for them to speak after the puppet strings had been cut anew.
Casting a glance to the immediate area, Bucky can't help but feel like an animal; they're surrounded by trees at all sides, not a prison, per se, but enough of a barrier to produce a nagging sense of claustrophobia. There are plenty of ways out of here, sure, but none that come with consequences he's ready to live with. He's unwittingly painted himself into a corner, yet Bucky knows he needs to stand his ground.
His shoulders squared, he turns around to face Steve, and summons up a smile that'd make the Cheshire cat sit up and take notice. He holds his hands out to his sides in a careless shrug that belies just how much he doesn't want this conversation to happen.
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At the sound of his old friend's voice, it's hard for Bucky not to want to run again. Though he bears no physical traces of his sojourn spent roughing it in the jungle, having already used the morning to clean himself up, the mental ones haven't yet disappeared. He's still angry for being manipulated by this island's invisible forces, his skin all but humming with it, but the bulk of his ire is directed more squarely on himself, and the fact that he outright told Steve he'd be lying to the man whenever the time would come for them to speak after the puppet strings had been cut anew.
Casting a glance to the immediate area, Bucky can't help but feel like an animal; they're surrounded by trees at all sides, not a prison, per se, but enough of a barrier to produce a nagging sense of claustrophobia. There are plenty of ways out of here, sure, but none that come with consequences he's ready to live with. He's unwittingly painted himself into a corner, yet Bucky knows he needs to stand his ground.
His shoulders squared, he turns around to face Steve, and summons up a smile that'd make the Cheshire cat sit up and take notice. He holds his hands out to his sides in a careless shrug that belies just how much he doesn't want this conversation to happen.
"So, this is it, huh?"