[Bucky understood the weight of guilt. What it felt like to want to end it all, to just give up, even if the desire to live always won out in the end for himself. He'd offered Zevran a place with him. It wasn't much, but it was all Bucky had to give anyone else. He'd told him it wouldn't be easy, that they'd always be on the run, ducking from one place to another without ever truly settling in. It'd be dangerous, Bucky was a wanted man, and then he'd tried to explain everything.
HYDRA, the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes. Not in as much detail as he should have, but the basics were all he could manage right then. He wasn't going to hurt Zevran, but he deserved to know what he was getting into.
Now they were in a little cabin, a safe house, and they can stay a while. There's nothing to do but just be and it's the most relaxed he's been in a long time. He's in the bedroom, hair tied up in a loose bun, cleaning for the sake of having something to do. He freezes when Zevran calls his name, guilt flashing across his face. He sidles out of the bedroom, sheepishly rubbing his hand across the back of his neck.]
I was hungry. [The 'I have a sweet tooth' goes left unsaid.] We can make another one.
[Hopefully. They had the ingredients for it, but the one he'd eaten had been made by baker as they picked up all the supplies they'd need for a while.]
...instead one just eats it all
HYDRA, the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes. Not in as much detail as he should have, but the basics were all he could manage right then. He wasn't going to hurt Zevran, but he deserved to know what he was getting into.
Now they were in a little cabin, a safe house, and they can stay a while. There's nothing to do but just be and it's the most relaxed he's been in a long time. He's in the bedroom, hair tied up in a loose bun, cleaning for the sake of having something to do. He freezes when Zevran calls his name, guilt flashing across his face. He sidles out of the bedroom, sheepishly rubbing his hand across the back of his neck.]
I was hungry. [The 'I have a sweet tooth' goes left unsaid.] We can make another one.
[Hopefully. They had the ingredients for it, but the one he'd eaten had been made by baker as they picked up all the supplies they'd need for a while.]