While they walked back to Steve and Bucky's building, Marie began to realize just how much she didn't yet know about them. There was an easy flow of conversation that hinted at old stories or Steve's physical and medical issues, not to mention the way Bucky guided things along to keep Steve's mind occupied. It was both endearing and disheartening - endearing because she cared for them both and enjoyed seeing their relationship, but disheartening because she didn't yet have a proper place in it. She had to keep reminding herself that she'd only just found them and these things took time.
Once Bucky had expertly sent Steve to bed and settled the both of them on the couch, she sighed softly and nodded at his words, giving his hand a little squeeze. She was quiet for a moment longer, steeling herself to be strong before she looked at the man beside her and asked, "How are you holding up, Bucky?"
Steve wasn't the only one who was losing someone that night. It didn't matter that the grief was different, it was still grief.
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Date: 2017-03-03 02:33 pm (UTC)Once Bucky had expertly sent Steve to bed and settled the both of them on the couch, she sighed softly and nodded at his words, giving his hand a little squeeze. She was quiet for a moment longer, steeling herself to be strong before she looked at the man beside her and asked, "How are you holding up, Bucky?"
Steve wasn't the only one who was losing someone that night. It didn't matter that the grief was different, it was still grief.