InsaneJournal

So even after being on this ship for a few months, Bucky still felt a bit at a loss. Recovery wasn't a straight line from A to B; he'd discovered that it was often two steps forward and five steps back. It wasn't easy, but he'd been learning how to take the small steps of progress more than falling back. Though he'd attended a few of the group outings and tried to regularly spend time with Steve and Peggy- though maybe not as often with her as he should, Bucky still hadn't really spent much time getting to know his new shipmates. The thought of the tribbles had made him smile, and then hearing Mako talk about only having military grade items struck a chord. He'd only recently begun to realize how much he liked soft things, things that felt nice or smelled or tasted good. He'd been working on acknowledging the nice things, on realizing that it was okay to want something a little frivolous sometimes if only because it made you feel good.

So. A new friend and sharing of some of those kinds of nice things was like two birds with one stone. Right? Or something like that. Still, Mako had been kind enough over the network, and he thought he might have seen her round in the mess hall or something. So after they'd messaged back and forth, he rummaged about and pulled out a well-worn sweater, the fabric soft. It wasn't overly thick, so she'd probably be okay to wear it, and a new blanket he'd picked up in Yorktown that was a little fuzzy and felt nice and looked pretty good on a blanket fort. It was also great when he made his bed into a nest and he wanted something to curl up on top of. Folding the two, he made his way out to the rec room, pulling up a book on his tablet as he sat down on one of the sofas and settled in to wait for his new maybe-friend.