He thought Watson would preach at him from the role of a medical practitioner, someone who thought they knew best with no experience. Either that, or Watson would refuse to talk. It's what Bucky would have done, it's what Bucky has been doing. But instead he gets that incredibly personal story, given over with trust to a stranger who has been acting, even Bucky has to admit, stubborn and suspicious.
A soldier too. It makes him think of the faces of all the men he lost in the 107th, and then of the Howling Commandos. He can see himself in his uniform as clear as day. Perhaps that's why he actually gives something back, it feels somehow more wrong to take from a fellow soldier that way and keep lying. He'll never get back to the man he wants to be if he does things like that.]
Your friend sounds a good one, you're lucky.
[He can't go into as much detail as Watson, he just can't. But he is offering something as an olive branch.
After checking this is definitely private. Twice.]
I was a soldier too. Drafted. Captured behind enemy lines by the Nazis.
[That's enough, he can't go into the serum, being rescued, or falling from the train. And definitely not the meat of the issue, of what came after. A soldier story for a soldier story, that's fair.]
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He thought Watson would preach at him from the role of a medical practitioner, someone who thought they knew best with no experience. Either that, or Watson would refuse to talk. It's what Bucky would have done, it's what Bucky has been doing. But instead he gets that incredibly personal story, given over with trust to a stranger who has been acting, even Bucky has to admit, stubborn and suspicious.
A soldier too. It makes him think of the faces of all the men he lost in the 107th, and then of the Howling Commandos. He can see himself in his uniform as clear as day. Perhaps that's why he actually gives something back, it feels somehow more wrong to take from a fellow soldier that way and keep lying. He'll never get back to the man he wants to be if he does things like that.]
Your friend sounds a good one, you're lucky.
[He can't go into as much detail as Watson, he just can't. But he is offering something as an olive branch.
After checking this is definitely private. Twice.]
I was a soldier too. Drafted. Captured behind enemy lines by the Nazis.
[That's enough, he can't go into the serum, being rescued, or falling from the train. And definitely not the meat of the issue, of what came after. A soldier story for a soldier story, that's fair.]