Steve just let the president care for her son - oh, of course, he'd help the instant he was asked, but he didn't want to disrupt anything between the two of them, either. He just stood to the side, though as President Barnes started to walk away, to get her son something to drink, Bucky's attention turned to him.
Steve had seen that stare many, many times before. He didn't particularly like it - he hated it when he intimidated other people (at least, the ones he didn't want to intimidate) even if he knew it couldn't be helped. He was Captain America, after all. "Yeah," he said, as gently as he could, giving the boy a genuine smile. Though the smile faded a moment later, when Bucky clearly felt bad about something that couldn't be helped. Steve took a step forward, crouching down a little, trying to put himself more on the other's level. "Hey, it's not a big deal. You've been through a lot. I'm sure I'll see you up and around in no time." He put a hand - carefully, very carefully - on the boy's left shoulder - what was left of it. He wanted to show that none of those injuries, not even the worst of them, bothered him for any reason other than they shouldn't have been inflicted. "I've been on your side of things." Maybe not for that reason, but he'd spent plenty of time bedridden. "And I'm here to make sure it won't happen again."
He paused, then tried to smile again. "Since we're going to be working together," he liked putting it that way, like a partnership, maybe that would help, "you can call me Steve." Okay, not really protocol, but he didn't think this boy needed to stand on protocol. Not now.
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Date: 2014-06-04 05:38 pm (UTC)Steve had seen that stare many, many times before. He didn't particularly like it - he hated it when he intimidated other people (at least, the ones he didn't want to intimidate) even if he knew it couldn't be helped. He was Captain America, after all. "Yeah," he said, as gently as he could, giving the boy a genuine smile. Though the smile faded a moment later, when Bucky clearly felt bad about something that couldn't be helped. Steve took a step forward, crouching down a little, trying to put himself more on the other's level. "Hey, it's not a big deal. You've been through a lot. I'm sure I'll see you up and around in no time." He put a hand - carefully, very carefully - on the boy's left shoulder - what was left of it. He wanted to show that none of those injuries, not even the worst of them, bothered him for any reason other than they shouldn't have been inflicted. "I've been on your side of things." Maybe not for that reason, but he'd spent plenty of time bedridden. "And I'm here to make sure it won't happen again."
He paused, then tried to smile again. "Since we're going to be working together," he liked putting it that way, like a partnership, maybe that would help, "you can call me Steve." Okay, not really protocol, but he didn't think this boy needed to stand on protocol. Not now.