Bucky had come a long way in a month. Steve was pleased to see him working so hard at getting better, and had helped however he could, but the truth was, Bucky had really done all of the work himself. All Steve had really done was make sure that he was safe while he was doing it. By now, Steve had a hand-picked team of a few other agents he trusted enough to help him out. At least that meant he could actually let himself sleep for a couple of hours every night, even though he still saw it as his primary responsibility to take care of Bucky first, and himself second.
He glanced up at Bucky from the desk chair, where he'd been (kind of covertly) trying to make a sketch of Bucky as he worked on the laptop one-handed, because it was an interesting pose. Of course, his sketchbook was facing away from Bucky, so he couldn't see it - which was good, because he probably should have asked permission, first. He closed it quickly, tilting his head at the sudden change in plans. "Dogs? I - well, if you really want to." Bucky wasn't a prisoner, and he wasn't under house arrest. He could go anywhere he wanted, he just hadn't seemed to want to go many places.
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Date: 2014-06-09 06:44 pm (UTC)Bucky had come a long way in a month. Steve was pleased to see him working so hard at getting better, and had helped however he could, but the truth was, Bucky had really done all of the work himself. All Steve had really done was make sure that he was safe while he was doing it. By now, Steve had a hand-picked team of a few other agents he trusted enough to help him out. At least that meant he could actually let himself sleep for a couple of hours every night, even though he still saw it as his primary responsibility to take care of Bucky first, and himself second.
He glanced up at Bucky from the desk chair, where he'd been (kind of covertly) trying to make a sketch of Bucky as he worked on the laptop one-handed, because it was an interesting pose. Of course, his sketchbook was facing away from Bucky, so he couldn't see it - which was good, because he probably should have asked permission, first. He closed it quickly, tilting his head at the sudden change in plans. "Dogs? I - well, if you really want to." Bucky wasn't a prisoner, and he wasn't under house arrest. He could go anywhere he wanted, he just hadn't seemed to want to go many places.