It's like staring full-on into the sun, looking into that smile, into those eyes. Bright, and warm, and almost blinding.
It takes a moment to process the fact, but Bucky doesn't look away, even if his eyes widen slightly, and he swallows with throat suddenly dry at it.
"Do you... have any idea how hard it is to resist when you put your faith into somebody like that? I mean, it always was..." No, wait, this isn't what he is remembering... and, at the same time, it is. He is recalling it all too well.
Yet his own smile was slowly coming out in return, his hands coming up to clasp Steve's arms, above the shoulders, the left one carefully moderated to match the strength of the right one. "I don't really see all that many options, not now that I know everything." Not options he could live with, at any rate. But, even more importantly, "and it's what I want to be. Who I want to be. If I can manage it."
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It takes a moment to process the fact, but Bucky doesn't look away, even if his eyes widen slightly, and he swallows with throat suddenly dry at it.
"Do you... have any idea how hard it is to resist when you put your faith into somebody like that? I mean, it always was..." No, wait, this isn't what he is remembering... and, at the same time, it is. He is recalling it all too well.
Yet his own smile was slowly coming out in return, his hands coming up to clasp Steve's arms, above the shoulders, the left one carefully moderated to match the strength of the right one. "I don't really see all that many options, not now that I know everything." Not options he could live with, at any rate. But, even more importantly, "and it's what I want to be. Who I want to be. If I can manage it."