"Oh, good," Steve says, both actually relieved and maybe a little sarcastic, at the same time. He's still getting the hang of how things - entities, their impending doom, etc. - work around here.
Of course, at the question, he stops walking for a moment, glancing over his shoulder in the direction he thinks Winter is in. (Anyone's bet if it's actually right, although he can certainly make an educated guess based on experience, even in the absence of super senses.)
"Maybe I should've said 'I'm your friend,'" he hazards. "I don't want to speak for you."
But that's only part of it. "I know you're not him." It's very clear, by now, that this is not the Bucky Steve knows. "Do you think that means we can't be friends, though? If you wanted to be."
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Of course, at the question, he stops walking for a moment, glancing over his shoulder in the direction he thinks Winter is in. (Anyone's bet if it's actually right, although he can certainly make an educated guess based on experience, even in the absence of super senses.)
"Maybe I should've said 'I'm your friend,'" he hazards. "I don't want to speak for you."
But that's only part of it. "I know you're not him." It's very clear, by now, that this is not the Bucky Steve knows. "Do you think that means we can't be friends, though? If you wanted to be."