Re: Quicklog: Bucky B/Sharon C
[He eventually came back. Well of course he did. She wasn't angry, she was, well she didn't know how to process what she was thinking but she knew she needed to not do it on a city street. She took a few deep breaths, and then a few more. It was already better than being inside.
For someone who required the amount of control over herself and her life, she hadn't exactly been the epitome of that since arriving here. In any aspect of her life. But this she could manage. She had to.
She knew Bucky was there, she heard his voice, she didn't want to freak him out, or draw the attention away from what he had been talking about. But she didn't exactly have the urge to say much more, but inside all she wanted to do was scream "FUCK HYDRA" at the top of her lungs in the middle of Brooklyn. But she didn't.
There was nothing balancing right with her, she'd killed Steve. Steve was actually alive. Which meant she hadn't killed Steve. What she should have been feeling was relief, but that was not anywhere close to what she had going on. Fuck HYDRA indeed, she would find whole new ways to fuck them after this. She turned and looked at Bucky and while she was still pale, and not too thrilled, she took another deep breath. She could do this. Memories from the toxin were smacking her in the face, the past few months since she'd arrived were hovering over her, but she could do this. She could walk home. Bucky could walk her home, and she could unwind there.] I think I'd like you to walk me home.
[She started walking, and assumed he'd keep stride with her, she looked at the pavement under their feet for a bit, not really sure what to say. She wasn't calm, but she was crushing it. Not on the street.] I didn't know he came back. [She said her head finally lifting to look at him, with a bit of a perplexed look, requesting any kind of explanation. If such a thing existed.]