[Bucky blinks down at Steve at his answer, at the surprise that flares through the link. Oh. Sure, Bucky had vague memories of bars, but nothing too solid about whether or not he used to drink. Nowadays, the idea doesn't appeal in the slightest. Losing control of himself could result in the death of someone, anyone, not a target but an innocent civilian. He can't risk such a thing for the chance of diluting the guilt for a few hours.
Nevermind that he doesn't deserve such a thing, anyway.
He nods in affirmation and directs his gaze down to the floor, amending,] Not anymore.
[Another piece of evidence that he isn't the Bucky Steve remembers, maybe never will be, hell maybe never was. For a moment, he lets that weight crush him down, lets it sink his spirits, bring his confidence back down to an "acceptable" level. Weapons weren't equals. Weapons weren't allowed to keep memories.]
Yeah. He seems to like 'em. [Birds, he means.] Said he was pararescue.
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Nevermind that he doesn't deserve such a thing, anyway.
He nods in affirmation and directs his gaze down to the floor, amending,] Not anymore.
[Another piece of evidence that he isn't the Bucky Steve remembers, maybe never will be, hell maybe never was. For a moment, he lets that weight crush him down, lets it sink his spirits, bring his confidence back down to an "acceptable" level. Weapons weren't equals. Weapons weren't allowed to keep memories.]
Yeah. He seems to like 'em. [Birds, he means.] Said he was pararescue.