"I don't know. I..." Bucky does that thing with his mouth again, whenever he's uncertain. Chews his bottom lip, licks nervously, averts his gaze, tries to glimpse, looks away again, more nervous flicks of the tip of his tongue--
"As a woman, yes. I just--" This is going to be something Zemo will complain is old fashioned, which is why Bucky is hesitant to speak his mind.
"I fffeel like I just know what I'm supposed to do. If I'm your husband. And you're my wife." Which is not to say that he normally doesn't know what he's doing or trying to absolve himself of any responsibility and just let Zemo drive everything. But they've always had such a hard time defining what they are to each other, what they mean to each other, the lengths they would go to maintain this untenable relationship, it just--
It's so much simpler to Bucky if they fit in these neat little predefined boxes that other people have laid out the ground rules for over the generations that have come before them.
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"As a woman, yes. I just--" This is going to be something Zemo will complain is old fashioned, which is why Bucky is hesitant to speak his mind.
"I fffeel like I just know what I'm supposed to do. If I'm your husband. And you're my wife." Which is not to say that he normally doesn't know what he's doing or trying to absolve himself of any responsibility and just let Zemo drive everything. But they've always had such a hard time defining what they are to each other, what they mean to each other, the lengths they would go to maintain this untenable relationship, it just--
It's so much simpler to Bucky if they fit in these neat little predefined boxes that other people have laid out the ground rules for over the generations that have come before them.