Re: Bucky and Peter
Bucky snorted. "I've fallen off a mountain at about three thousand feet. So, I get pain, death, and avoiding both no matter how much you can take. Doesn't mean you should." He paused for a moment, then, well aware how much he was speaking from his own point of view of wanting to tell his own stories, added, "And, we're only sharing the secrets that are necessary for life and death. You don't have to show me anything you don't want to unless not showing me could get one of us or our travel companions killed or injured."
"Never underestimate how far a capitalist entity will go to make a buck," Bucky 'admonished' with a laugh.
Shaking his head, his laughter cut off. "No, it's not elitism but experience talking. There's a difference between fighting for your beliefs and attacking, killing, others indiscriminately. This rebellion isn't just targeting the people in power who have wronged them. They're also targeting innocents who either just happen to have been born rich or who are in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are other, better, ways to fight that won't turn them into bullies themselves. If we can keep them from crossing this line, there's hope they can find those ways and truly fight for a better life instead of just attacking in anger and vengeance."
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Do they really? That's a change, then. Back in my day, when they were being slaughtered by Nazis, they signed up like the rest of us. Hid their heritage, but they fought alongside us. Knew a couple in the work camp I was imprisoned in during the war." Eyeing the cards, he thought for a moment about whether he wanted to see or not. Then decided it had been too long since he believed in any sort of all powerful guiding hand anyway. "Why not. Go for it."