[ Bucky almost snorts, barely catches himself. There's nothing chaste about him. There hasn't been in a long time. He hadn't even wanted to play with the kids. He'd done it because Stark had goaded him into it and sure, he'd enjoyed it. Kids remind him of who he was before the War, not just before he was the Winter Soldier. In some ways, he'd been just as naive as Steve had been back then and he'd give a lot to have his worries boiled back down to his sisters and mother and Steve and making sure they were all fed and warm. Those worries seem simple compared to what he has to contend with now.
He starts to type something, deletes it, bends to pick up his rabbits and shakes his head. What does he say to that? There's nothing he can do to fix any of this. He can't even fix himself, so he just turns to go.
Stark knows where to find him if he changes his mind. It's not like Bucky can't take a few dozen punches. It's the very least he could do. ]
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He starts to type something, deletes it, bends to pick up his rabbits and shakes his head. What does he say to that? There's nothing he can do to fix any of this. He can't even fix himself, so he just turns to go.
Stark knows where to find him if he changes his mind. It's not like Bucky can't take a few dozen punches. It's the very least he could do. ]