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I've been better, honestly.

[ theirs is a strange companionship. bucky is hesitant to call anyone a friend, not so quickly, and it's hard when your only reference for any kind of genuine affection is from the guy you tried to kill with all your damnedest just two years ago. three? how many years has it been since he fought steve on that bridge, on the helicarrier?

he can't even trust his own mind with what he actually remembers, so how can anyone trust him beyond firing a rifle, or punching a man unconscious?

but diana doesn't judge, or at least bucky doesn't feel her judgment sticking to him, and that — that's worth ten times its weight in gold to him. hell, she's even picked him up from jail without an interrogation to go with it. sam would've made him work for it.

yeah, he likes her company. diana's good. maybe he can be good for her too. ]

You look good, though? Were you out running, did I—? Geez, did I interrupt breakfast? I'm gonna make it up to you. Somehow.

Diner food from the corner store. I can get you something.