Bucky's smile widened when he saw the handkerchief and if he didn't laugh, he wanted to. He took it weakly and pressed it to his eyes. "You're definitely from the forties, Steve."
His mother returned, tucking her phone away. "I'm sorry, Bucky, I have to go handle this. The press is getting out of control, they want some sort of statement on what all happened."
"Alright..." Bucky sniffled. "Just me and Steve, then. We'll be fine, right?" He looked up at Steve, trying to pretend that he wasn't still crying.
"Okay. Get some sleep, Bucky." She smiled and kissed him on the forehead then told Steve, "There's a half-dozen federal agents as well as members of the Secret Service outside, men and women I trust deeply. Let them know if you need anything." She gathered up her jacket from the other chair. "Call me if you need anything." She stepped away, obviously hesitant to leave her son so soon after getting him back. "I'll be back tonight."
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Date: 2014-06-04 08:35 pm (UTC)His mother returned, tucking her phone away. "I'm sorry, Bucky, I have to go handle this. The press is getting out of control, they want some sort of statement on what all happened."
"Alright..." Bucky sniffled. "Just me and Steve, then. We'll be fine, right?" He looked up at Steve, trying to pretend that he wasn't still crying.
"Okay. Get some sleep, Bucky." She smiled and kissed him on the forehead then told Steve, "There's a half-dozen federal agents as well as members of the Secret Service outside, men and women I trust deeply. Let them know if you need anything." She gathered up her jacket from the other chair. "Call me if you need anything." She stepped away, obviously hesitant to leave her son so soon after getting him back. "I'll be back tonight."