We're not heroes. We're just-- a couple of guys trying to help out. [Bucky at least doesn't feel like he's doing any of what he does out of any heroics. He's atoning for his sins. He's finding something to do so he can dig himself out of this hole. Looking for meaning, and a new purpose. And he's pretty sure that Sam is just trying to do the right thing too. A lot of wrong things have happened in the last... century.]
I could be around more. [Sam has other things going on in his life - complicated things, now that he's taken up the mantle; she's right about that - and Bucky can't control how much Sam is or isn't around. He can only decide what he wants to do in his own time. This... connection they have. It's good for them both.
He smiles at her little kiss and lowers his head quietly.] Can't promise I'd be any good with video games. But I'll try anything they like. [Ask anyone some years ago whether he'd be good around kids and the unanimous answer would have been something along the lines of 'hell no, are you crazy?' But he could be a better influence on them than the men at the docks.
Back in his day, several lifetimes ago, he hardly spent any time at home. He was always outside, running around, tracking dirt and mud everywhere, getting into trouble with other boys. AJ and Cas could put the controllers down and learn a few things outdoors too.]
Who knows, maybe I'll drag them outside camping instead. [That might give her another headache, and not necessarily better than the one the boys are already giving her. But they've got all this land, and an abundance of water. Seems like a waste to spend hours staring at the television enacting some kind of violence that the world doesn't really need more of.]
When was the last time you camped out, anyway? [Rolling around in bed together is much better, don't get him wrong, but boys will be boys and while he's a city boy through and through, he thinks she'll enjoy a night outside before the weather changes for the worse.] You'd enjoy it. All that mud and... mosquitoes...
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Date: 2021-11-18 03:14 pm (UTC)I could be around more. [Sam has other things going on in his life - complicated things, now that he's taken up the mantle; she's right about that - and Bucky can't control how much Sam is or isn't around. He can only decide what he wants to do in his own time. This... connection they have. It's good for them both.
He smiles at her little kiss and lowers his head quietly.] Can't promise I'd be any good with video games. But I'll try anything they like. [Ask anyone some years ago whether he'd be good around kids and the unanimous answer would have been something along the lines of 'hell no, are you crazy?' But he could be a better influence on them than the men at the docks.
Back in his day, several lifetimes ago, he hardly spent any time at home. He was always outside, running around, tracking dirt and mud everywhere, getting into trouble with other boys. AJ and Cas could put the controllers down and learn a few things outdoors too.]
Who knows, maybe I'll drag them outside camping instead. [That might give her another headache, and not necessarily better than the one the boys are already giving her. But they've got all this land, and an abundance of water. Seems like a waste to spend hours staring at the television enacting some kind of violence that the world doesn't really need more of.]
When was the last time you camped out, anyway? [Rolling around in bed together is much better, don't get him wrong, but boys will be boys and while he's a city boy through and through, he thinks she'll enjoy a night outside before the weather changes for the worse.] You'd enjoy it. All that mud and... mosquitoes...