It feels like an experiment. [Which might sound like a crazy thing to say, but Bucky has been in so many experiments. Why take away his arm, why dress them up, why make everything feel like 1960?
This is all so stupid. If he tells himself he hates all of this enough times, he'll come to believe it, too.
Giving up on the digging - or, more likely, Zemo's mere existence in his immediate vicinity is putting him off - Bucky turns the outdoors tap on and washes dirt off his hand. He keeps his gaze lowered and his scowl firmly affixed, face twitching at the sting of the friction burn on his palm touching cold water.]
I'm going in for coffee. [Instead of slamming the back door behind him, Bucky curiously leaves it open after kicking his muddy boots off and padding inside to the kitchen to put the kettle on. If Zemo is confused about all these mixed signals Bucky gives him, he honestly has every right to be. He can be fickle and mercurial even when Zemo isn't actively pushing all his buttons.]
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This is all so stupid. If he tells himself he hates all of this enough times, he'll come to believe it, too.
Giving up on the digging - or, more likely, Zemo's mere existence in his immediate vicinity is putting him off - Bucky turns the outdoors tap on and washes dirt off his hand. He keeps his gaze lowered and his scowl firmly affixed, face twitching at the sting of the friction burn on his palm touching cold water.]
I'm going in for coffee. [Instead of slamming the back door behind him, Bucky curiously leaves it open after kicking his muddy boots off and padding inside to the kitchen to put the kettle on. If Zemo is confused about all these mixed signals Bucky gives him, he honestly has every right to be. He can be fickle and mercurial even when Zemo isn't actively pushing all his buttons.]