This place gives him plenty of reason to get stuck in his head, so when all else fails, that’s where he usually finds himself. The reality is that there simply isn’t enough here to occupy his mind with in the day to day, his stint in Romania seemingly so much more complex by comparison even when the concept was more or less the same. There are differences here of course, situations he encounters that he might not normally find himself (earthquakes are things he generally avoids being susceptible to, anyway), but when your whole life was already likely to be uprooted in an instant, the surprises didn’t feel hardly any different from what he would have experienced otherwise back where—when—he’d come from.
Maybe it’s a cheap thing to do, but even when he’s out here with Peggy, he finds it difficult to keep his full attention on what’s actually happening around him. There’s safety here, and he can afford the luxury of time, even at the cost of what limited company he shares with Peggy, so getting lost comes easily. Really, it’s probably a good thing that the peach narrowly misses him, because the proximity is what jars him back to the present, allowing him to actually catch Peggy’s suggestion in a timely way at all.
“Jesus—” he remarks, ducking out of delayed reaction and looking up warily. Ripe peaches rain from the branch above, Peggy’s movement being just what they needed to fall, apparently. Timely reaction doesn’t really change that he’s standing under the branch though, and a healthy peach strikes him squarely in the temple. “—ack! ”
The only thing it really hurts is Bucky’s dignity, but he’s long foregone the idea that he can hold onto it even in the best of times. So he laughs, amused and sheepish, swiping his temple to brace the ghost of a wound before leaning down to pick up the offending peach.
“Thanks, that helped a ton, Agent,” comes the wry remark as he stands again, smiling despite the tone as he gestures the peach toward her as if it was some kind of prize. “Think this guy owes me an apology though, huh?” He withdraws the peach and scrubs the side gently against the cloth at his chest, just above the strap of the satchel he’s brought along for collecting peaches.
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Maybe it’s a cheap thing to do, but even when he’s out here with Peggy, he finds it difficult to keep his full attention on what’s actually happening around him. There’s safety here, and he can afford the luxury of time, even at the cost of what limited company he shares with Peggy, so getting lost comes easily. Really, it’s probably a good thing that the peach narrowly misses him, because the proximity is what jars him back to the present, allowing him to actually catch Peggy’s suggestion in a timely way at all.
“Jesus—” he remarks, ducking out of delayed reaction and looking up warily. Ripe peaches rain from the branch above, Peggy’s movement being just what they needed to fall, apparently. Timely reaction doesn’t really change that he’s standing under the branch though, and a healthy peach strikes him squarely in the temple. “—ack! ”
The only thing it really hurts is Bucky’s dignity, but he’s long foregone the idea that he can hold onto it even in the best of times. So he laughs, amused and sheepish, swiping his temple to brace the ghost of a wound before leaning down to pick up the offending peach.
“Thanks, that helped a ton, Agent,” comes the wry remark as he stands again, smiling despite the tone as he gestures the peach toward her as if it was some kind of prize. “Think this guy owes me an apology though, huh?” He withdraws the peach and scrubs the side gently against the cloth at his chest, just above the strap of the satchel he’s brought along for collecting peaches.