[He gives her a touch of a smile as some of her nerves seem to ease. Which he definitely understands; this place makes him uncomfortable too. Has his trying to be something that he's not, and there are so many people here with those lines down their throats and he wants to try and make this place better for them.
So he does what he can. But at the warning, his smile shifts into something a little more genuine, and there's a look in his eyes that's more understanding. She is not the first person still trying to get a handle on their powers that he's run across.]
Well, if it makes you feel any better-- [He reaches up, tugging the gloves off of his left hand, revealing bright silver metal, and there's that faint metallic sound as he flexes his fingers.] My hand isn't the warmest, either.
[It's something he's hidden with most people, but how else do you answer something like that, aside from with a piece of truth? He drags his other hand through his short hair with a slight tip of his head.] You have powers, right? It's okay. If something starts to make you nervous just tell me, and we'll work through it. It's not a big deal.
[Powers were hardly uncommon where he was from, some of his best friends had them. While the truth is that he'd prefer not to put her through this at all, he gets the sense that it's something she'll end up going through one way or another. So better with someone who listens, understands boundaries.
Bucky has familiarity with places that take away your choices, and he doesn't care for them. So he offers what he can.]
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Date: 2019-01-19 09:10 am (UTC)So he does what he can. But at the warning, his smile shifts into something a little more genuine, and there's a look in his eyes that's more understanding. She is not the first person still trying to get a handle on their powers that he's run across.]
Well, if it makes you feel any better-- [He reaches up, tugging the gloves off of his left hand, revealing bright silver metal, and there's that faint metallic sound as he flexes his fingers.] My hand isn't the warmest, either.
[It's something he's hidden with most people, but how else do you answer something like that, aside from with a piece of truth? He drags his other hand through his short hair with a slight tip of his head.] You have powers, right? It's okay. If something starts to make you nervous just tell me, and we'll work through it. It's not a big deal.
[Powers were hardly uncommon where he was from, some of his best friends had them. While the truth is that he'd prefer not to put her through this at all, he gets the sense that it's something she'll end up going through one way or another. So better with someone who listens, understands boundaries.
Bucky has familiarity with places that take away your choices, and he doesn't care for them. So he offers what he can.]