[ He grips onto the memory of the bar, letting the smoke become the scent of cigarettes, the burning heat softening to a warm glow - familiar details even if he's never been to the exact place Bucky shows him. And the rest - he sucks in a breath, taken aback by the sight of Agent Carter in that red dress - the way she's looking at the man with another version of his face. ]
I - admired her. [ She treated him the same as any other recruit, that meant a lot, she didn't take shit from the guys that refused to give her the respect she deserved. A woman like that - he wishes he could've had the chance to get to know her better. Maybe he did, but - he raises both eyebrows, furrowing them. ] Did you?
[ He feels that sense of being overlooked that lingers in the memory, a sensation not his own. ]
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I - admired her. [ She treated him the same as any other recruit, that meant a lot, she didn't take shit from the guys that refused to give her the respect she deserved. A woman like that - he wishes he could've had the chance to get to know her better. Maybe he did, but - he raises both eyebrows, furrowing them. ] Did you?
[ He feels that sense of being overlooked that lingers in the memory, a sensation not his own. ]