"Holy hell, months? Years?!" It's a good thing Bucky wasn't going for another sip, because he would've choked on it at Wanda dropping that bomb. Months already sounded nuts! He doesn't have months, he's got a war to get back to, before he's written off for real as MIA-probably-KIA.
It's too bad he gave Sebastian's jacket away already. He'd have wrapped her around Wanda right now if he still had it. Wanda's short, and her skin only looks more pale thanks to the clouds of white gusting up from the both of them. Bucky's starting to hold the cup out - offering the bird a sip - when he hesitates. And looks down at it a little like it's be poisoned, and he's already drunk good chunk of it.
"You saying someone spiked it?" It might explain the looseness in his limbs, the nice burn settled in his veins. Biting his lip, Bucky wonders how much to admit to. Then again, she can see the cup's down to the last quarter. When he does go on, he sounds very careful, like he's found out he's been pitching camp over a minefield, and he's wondering if that's a rock or a mine digging into his back. "...Strangely, how?"
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It's too bad he gave Sebastian's jacket away already. He'd have wrapped her around Wanda right now if he still had it. Wanda's short, and her skin only looks more pale thanks to the clouds of white gusting up from the both of them. Bucky's starting to hold the cup out - offering the bird a sip - when he hesitates. And looks down at it a little like it's be poisoned, and he's already drunk good chunk of it.
"You saying someone spiked it?" It might explain the looseness in his limbs, the nice burn settled in his veins. Biting his lip, Bucky wonders how much to admit to. Then again, she can see the cup's down to the last quarter. When he does go on, he sounds very careful, like he's found out he's been pitching camp over a minefield, and he's wondering if that's a rock or a mine digging into his back. "...Strangely, how?"