Bucky & Jack
"That was terrifying, not having my weapons. Finnick gave me an ax my first day here, it made me feel so much better." Normally Bucky smiled talking about Finnick but now he felt so conflicted he didn't muster his normal enthusiasm. "I'd probably had went crazy without a weapon the first week, or well, crazier than I was." He gave Jack a grim smile. "I at least feel a lot better now than I did then."
"I grew up in New York City so I didn't learn much about animal care, but I've really enjoyed it here. I've been helping Ruby with the animals and now we have our chickens and we'll have Abby's goats next door. It's really nice. Having things...living things that I'm contributing to? You know what I mean?" He thought Jack might get it, how taking care of animals and contributing to good things mattered a hell of a lot when you mostly had bad associations with things. When you'd been involved in mostly killing and destruction for a long time, when you'd not had anything to call yours in so long.
"A tear in the skin of spacetime? That's... you're really pulling my leg this time, Jack. I know you like stories but really, a dinosaur and a rift in spacetime?" Bucky was smiling and chuckling but he really couldn't believe that. "And I know what you mean, god never did nothing for me back home in church so this is the first time I wanted to really believe." He'd decided he didn't believe in god anymore back on Brooklyn when he'd realized he'd be damned to hell for how he felt about Steve. He'd not been willing to accept that, not when he believed God had made him exactly as he was, so it was stupid to damn him for feelings he'd been given.