That smile, albeit small, was refreshing. Bucky had a nice smile, Steve thought, even when it was tinged with fear. "You can if you want, but you might regret it," he warned, a teasing tone in his voice. He could get ahold of Stark if he had to, he was sure, and if it would cheer Bucky up, Steve just might call in that favor, offering anything Stark needed in return (which was dangerous in and of itself). But he saw it as his duty not only to keep Bucky safe, but to help him recover from this in any way possible. That would be a small price to pay.
Though it was hard to laugh when Bucky was still crying - oh, not that it was shameful, but Steve had a hard time just watching and not trying to do anything about it. He reached into his belt and pulled out a handkerchief - yep, he was from the 1940s, he still carried a handkerchief and he'd probably never stop - and offered it over to Bucky, almost a little shyly. He didn't want to draw attention to those tears, after all, even if he wanted to help stop them. "Here."
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Date: 2014-06-04 08:27 pm (UTC)Though it was hard to laugh when Bucky was still crying - oh, not that it was shameful, but Steve had a hard time just watching and not trying to do anything about it. He reached into his belt and pulled out a handkerchief - yep, he was from the 1940s, he still carried a handkerchief and he'd probably never stop - and offered it over to Bucky, almost a little shyly. He didn't want to draw attention to those tears, after all, even if he wanted to help stop them. "Here."