The reassurance that he needn’t have to make up for it in show, as he would often need to for Steve regardless of whatever Steve insisted, was comforting to say the least, and so he nodded solemnly in response, losing his words for a moment.
While he didn’t know the full details of her circumstances, he did understand the basics of how she had been drawn into the affair with that machine of Tony's. Official news sources hadn’t quite detailed the events properly, Romania included, and he knew better than to assume without context, though trawling on the Internet had turned up more than he’d anticipated. He knew she hadn’t always been affiliated with the Avengers; there was more than enough footage to indicate such being the case, even as much as there had never been a formal statement released by Tony with regard to her having eventually joined. It said enough, however, for Bucky to know that she wasn’t much like the others, and even that alone brought its own sense of comfort.
He knew she would not view him quite the same, even if she believed the fear mongering that Zemo had tactically executed, and something about that was far more pleasant than he knew how to describe. Maybe in that way that he wasn’t being forgotten as the soldier he had once been and was...simply a foreigner; it made the sting of being a lost fragment of the past less apparent.
After several moments of thought, he looked toward her again and offered another smile, this time just the simple one he usually wore when he didn’t know what else to do with his face.
“Thank you for the food. I don’t mind doing the dishes though. Used to it. Well, when it needs to be done. Didn’t really get in the habit of using ’em at the safe house since... Well, safe houses aren’t really meant for comfort.” He smiled wryly at that and gave a shrug.
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While he didn’t know the full details of her circumstances, he did understand the basics of how she had been drawn into the affair with that machine of Tony's. Official news sources hadn’t quite detailed the events properly, Romania included, and he knew better than to assume without context, though trawling on the Internet had turned up more than he’d anticipated. He knew she hadn’t always been affiliated with the Avengers; there was more than enough footage to indicate such being the case, even as much as there had never been a formal statement released by Tony with regard to her having eventually joined. It said enough, however, for Bucky to know that she wasn’t much like the others, and even that alone brought its own sense of comfort.
He knew she would not view him quite the same, even if she believed the fear mongering that Zemo had tactically executed, and something about that was far more pleasant than he knew how to describe. Maybe in that way that he wasn’t being forgotten as the soldier he had once been and was...simply a foreigner; it made the sting of being a lost fragment of the past less apparent.
After several moments of thought, he looked toward her again and offered another smile, this time just the simple one he usually wore when he didn’t know what else to do with his face.
“Thank you for the food. I don’t mind doing the dishes though. Used to it. Well, when it needs to be done. Didn’t really get in the habit of using ’em at the safe house since... Well, safe houses aren’t really meant for comfort.” He smiled wryly at that and gave a shrug.