Steve had often wondered what it would've been like if he'd been like others, still searching for his soulmate. Unfortunately, his circumstances would never be considered 'normal', so the things he thought about were different; he still probably would've been preoccupied with eeking out a living, worrying whether his soulmate would like him - but he'd also be worrying if he'd survive long enough to find his soulmate. He knew people with soulmates were healthier than those without, which made him seriously question what his life and health would've been like without Bucky around to shore him up.
"It's weird, growing up with it. I know I'm real fortunate," he murmured, hoping she understood that he wasn't just taking her words as polite speech. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and wanted her to know he took it seriously. Some day, maybe soon, she'd be able to tell when he was being genuine - which, really, Steve was always genuine, that's what got him in trouble a lot of the time - but so many people weren't, too worried about being polite and proper when they spoke. But for now, he'd just have to give her the verbal cues.
He continued in a lighter tone, "And he's gonna be over the moon to meet you. He always... Well, he thinks I need a gal in my life. Not that-- we'd have to-- ahh, jeez. I mean, there's the whole stereotype that most soulmates end up gett'n' romantic wi' each other. We just met, so I mean, soulmates or not, that's not-- I'm not pushin' fer that. Bucky might, but I can totally tell him ta back off, 'cause he's just like that sometimes." His accent was growing thicker as he tried, ineptly, to explain himself.
He was making a complete cock-up of this whole thing. She was gonna think Bucky was some overbearing, loud-mouthed asshole who had Steve under his thumb, or something. He hoped she'd get a chance, before she formed a solid opinion, to see what they were really like. Because honestly, the only reason Steve didn't hold all the power in their weird pseudo-brothership, was because he was too nice to take advantage of it. Usually.
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Date: 2016-11-15 06:42 am (UTC)"It's weird, growing up with it. I know I'm real fortunate," he murmured, hoping she understood that he wasn't just taking her words as polite speech. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and wanted her to know he took it seriously. Some day, maybe soon, she'd be able to tell when he was being genuine - which, really, Steve was always genuine, that's what got him in trouble a lot of the time - but so many people weren't, too worried about being polite and proper when they spoke. But for now, he'd just have to give her the verbal cues.
He continued in a lighter tone, "And he's gonna be over the moon to meet you. He always... Well, he thinks I need a gal in my life. Not that-- we'd have to-- ahh, jeez. I mean, there's the whole stereotype that most soulmates end up gett'n' romantic wi' each other. We just met, so I mean, soulmates or not, that's not-- I'm not pushin' fer that. Bucky might, but I can totally tell him ta back off, 'cause he's just like that sometimes." His accent was growing thicker as he tried, ineptly, to explain himself.
He was making a complete cock-up of this whole thing. She was gonna think Bucky was some overbearing, loud-mouthed asshole who had Steve under his thumb, or something. He hoped she'd get a chance, before she formed a solid opinion, to see what they were really like. Because honestly, the only reason Steve didn't hold all the power in their weird pseudo-brothership, was because he was too nice to take advantage of it. Usually.