Re: Loki/Bucky
"I woulda, but I was ice in Siberia at the time." Bucky shrugged, the picture of hapless innocence aside from the teasing glint in blue eyes for just a moment until the facade broke and he let out a rough breath of laughter at their banter.
"I think he's changed even since I met him a few years ago," he said quietly, thinking about the other night's encounter in the kitchen. "He did try to kill me then, right after he learned the truth of how they died, that I'd been the one to do it. If it hadn't been for Steve's intervention..." Until he'd seen them here, Bucky had thought he'd been the reason for the irrevocable destruction of that friendship. The thought had eaten at him in Wakanda.
"I guess I am, aren't I?" The thought surprised him. He hadn't really taken the time to think about the possibility he could gain anything...well, ever. Even as he'd started to believe at home, finding that partnership with Sam, it had been taken away. But, he was getting to see space, now. Getting to make friends.
And that was strange, too, having someone offer what advice they could. Grinning, Bucky clapped a hand lightly on Loki's shoulder again. The left hand because he didn't feel the need to hide from this conversation. "I think you might be getting a chance to become well versed, at least if I have any say. Or perhaps, Nott?" he added with another smirk. "I'm happy to fulfill the friend's duty in providing a shovel talk to the both of you, by the way." With a wink, he settled back into seriousness again. "But, yeah, I know this Steve isn't that Steve. I still feel angry at him, though. I don't want to. But, I hadn't realized until I saw him here how mad I was at him for leaving me behind."