Steve gave him time to process, to weigh the words
against the images in his head and look for the truth in it all. When Bucky spoke again Steve tried not to
hold his breath, tried not to hope too hard.
It was nearly impossible.
“I’ve never been good at admitting when I can’t do
something,” Steve replied with a faint smile. “Or asking for help.”
When it came to Bucky he’d never had to ask, and
now maybe he could return that favour.
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Steve gave him time to process, to weigh the words against the images in his head and look for the truth in it all. When Bucky spoke again Steve tried not to hold his breath, tried not to hope too hard.
It was nearly impossible.
“I’ve never been good at admitting when I can’t do something,” Steve replied with a faint smile. “Or asking for help.”
When it came to Bucky he’d never had to ask, and now maybe he could return that favour.