[Steve lowers the shovel slowly as the other man retreats. His breath and his heart are quicker than before, the way he used to feel when he tried to climb a flight of stairs. It has nothing to do with physical exertion now.
Bucky's still coiled. He sees it in his posture, the tense line of his shoulders. His body knows what to do, but there's uncertainty in his face. Steve dares to hope that it goes deeper than that. Does his guts feel all twisted up the way Steve's do? Whatever he is thinking or feeling, it probably more than he can assuage in one go, but Steve never did know when to quit.]
That's your name. James Buchanan Barnes. I always called you Bucky.
[Steve swallows against the emotions that threaten to rise up. If he did what he wanted to - but that's as far as that thought goes.]
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Bucky's still coiled. He sees it in his posture, the tense line of his shoulders. His body knows what to do, but there's uncertainty in his face. Steve dares to hope that it goes deeper than that. Does his guts feel all twisted up the way Steve's do? Whatever he is thinking or feeling, it probably more than he can assuage in one go, but Steve never did know when to quit.]
That's your name. James Buchanan Barnes. I always called you Bucky.
[Steve swallows against the emotions that threaten to rise up. If he did what he wanted to - but that's as far as that thought goes.]
Do you remember me?