The way she says “my future” doesn't slip past him. Her choice in words tell how disassociated she feels, that they all come from a far later time, even if from the same world. Well, assuming that’s how things work. He can only assume Peggy’s just from the past anyway. Doesn’t really make sense otherwise, does it? Not that any of this makes much sense either.
Though his interest is mildly piqued at the inclusion of Thor, who had been distinctly missing during the conflict that had ensued over the Accords, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a similar form of detachment, even if he technically came from the same future Peggy described. He didn’t really have the same rapport with any of them, all of them simply numbering into Steve’s new allies when it came down to it. He didn’t delude himself into thinking they’d helped him escape because he was Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, a wrongly vilified World War II veteran. No, they only cared because Steve had, and all of it had been for Steve, not him.
“Don’t worry about it.” The answer comes with something of a pained smile. He lets her see the real one since lying about this in particular would likely prove costly, especially since he did have a decent rapport with Peggy already, even if just as a soldier. “I can figure it out later. They’re—” He cuts off trying to think of the best way to put it. His fingers fiddle with the cup’s handle as he stews. “They’re Steve’s friends,” is what he settles on. “Not mine.”
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Though his interest is mildly piqued at the inclusion of Thor, who had been distinctly missing during the conflict that had ensued over the Accords, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a similar form of detachment, even if he technically came from the same future Peggy described. He didn’t really have the same rapport with any of them, all of them simply numbering into Steve’s new allies when it came down to it. He didn’t delude himself into thinking they’d helped him escape because he was Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, a wrongly vilified World War II veteran. No, they only cared because Steve had, and all of it had been for Steve, not him.
“Don’t worry about it.” The answer comes with something of a pained smile. He lets her see the real one since lying about this in particular would likely prove costly, especially since he did have a decent rapport with Peggy already, even if just as a soldier. “I can figure it out later. They’re—” He cuts off trying to think of the best way to put it. His fingers fiddle with the cup’s handle as he stews. “They’re Steve’s friends,” is what he settles on. “Not mine.”