Steve took a deep breath, watching Marie. This...was really happening, wasn't it? He knew what was coming, had been prepared for it... but it still hurt, an ache in his chest like an asthma attack and heartburn and heartache.
Leaning forward a little more, he was almost whispering as he told her, "I wanted to say thank you. I know you did the best you could, and I couldn't have asked for a better mother. If it weren't for you... Well. I'd probably be dead right now, honestly. An' I woulda been a lot less happy, if I'd lived. I love you, so much." Steve squeezed his eyes shut tight, tilting his head to wipe the moisture leaking from them onto his shirt sleeve.
Bucky knelt down on the linoleum, placing his hand over Steve's on top of Sarah's. "I always think of you as my own ma, you know?" he said softly. "Except better, 'cause mine's always yellin' at me. Thank you, fer always takin' care of me, and... thank you for yer son. He's a pain in my ass, but you raised 'im right. He's gonna make you proud, more proud. I'll look after him," he finished in a whisper.
Steve sniffed, but didn't contradict Bucky with his usual 'I don't need lookin' after.' Now wasn't the time.
"We're gonna go now, Ma. I just... I'll see you later, okay? I'll be fine, and we'll see you later." Because he would. Not for a while, and not on earth, but Steve believed whole-heartedly in heaven, and he knew his mother would be looking down on him.
He felt her fingers squeeze his one last time, before consciously releasing his hand, her face screwed up in a slight grimace as her breath wheezed.
Steve shook his head and stood up, turning away from her. "I wanna go home now," he announced quietly.
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Date: 2017-01-11 03:02 am (UTC)Leaning forward a little more, he was almost whispering as he told her, "I wanted to say thank you. I know you did the best you could, and I couldn't have asked for a better mother. If it weren't for you... Well. I'd probably be dead right now, honestly. An' I woulda been a lot less happy, if I'd lived. I love you, so much." Steve squeezed his eyes shut tight, tilting his head to wipe the moisture leaking from them onto his shirt sleeve.
Bucky knelt down on the linoleum, placing his hand over Steve's on top of Sarah's. "I always think of you as my own ma, you know?" he said softly. "Except better, 'cause mine's always yellin' at me. Thank you, fer always takin' care of me, and... thank you for yer son. He's a pain in my ass, but you raised 'im right. He's gonna make you proud, more proud. I'll look after him," he finished in a whisper.
Steve sniffed, but didn't contradict Bucky with his usual 'I don't need lookin' after.' Now wasn't the time.
"We're gonna go now, Ma. I just... I'll see you later, okay? I'll be fine, and we'll see you later." Because he would. Not for a while, and not on earth, but Steve believed whole-heartedly in heaven, and he knew his mother would be looking down on him.
He felt her fingers squeeze his one last time, before consciously releasing his hand, her face screwed up in a slight grimace as her breath wheezed.
Steve shook his head and stood up, turning away from her. "I wanna go home now," he announced quietly.