Steve wanted to take her hand, because he could see that she was nervous, but he didn't know if she'd accept the gesture. Maybe she would. But then it might give Bucky the wrong idea when he came in, and that wasn't--
The front door swung open, and Bucky walked in. His usual swagger was gone, and instead he looked concerned. Steve had been preoccupied with worrying about Marie, but now he could feel Bucky's worry through their bond.
Bucky stopped a couple steps in past the door, glancing over at Marie in surprise. Steve found himself straightening to his fullest height, lifting his chin with a confidence he didn't quite feel. He was suddenly realizing he had no idea what to say. He hadn't had any time to go over his words, consider the consequence of what he said, and more importantly, how he said it.
"Hey, Buck. So...this is Marie. Marie, this is Bucky. Uh, we... we met earlier tonight, when I went to buy some flowers for Ma."
The look Bucky gave him said he knew something was going on, but he hadn't quite parsed out what yet. Still, he didn't seem agitated, and reached out to shake Marie's hand in greeting. He even flashed his typical debonair smile at her. "A pleasure, miss."
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Date: 2016-11-20 05:59 pm (UTC)The front door swung open, and Bucky walked in. His usual swagger was gone, and instead he looked concerned. Steve had been preoccupied with worrying about Marie, but now he could feel Bucky's worry through their bond.
Bucky stopped a couple steps in past the door, glancing over at Marie in surprise. Steve found himself straightening to his fullest height, lifting his chin with a confidence he didn't quite feel. He was suddenly realizing he had no idea what to say. He hadn't had any time to go over his words, consider the consequence of what he said, and more importantly, how he said it.
"Hey, Buck. So...this is Marie. Marie, this is Bucky. Uh, we... we met earlier tonight, when I went to buy some flowers for Ma."
The look Bucky gave him said he knew something was going on, but he hadn't quite parsed out what yet. Still, he didn't seem agitated, and reached out to shake Marie's hand in greeting. He even flashed his typical debonair smile at her. "A pleasure, miss."