[ There's an old, proud part of him that says he should pull away, and he doesn't need Steve's reassurance. Truth is he's not sure what he needs besides for his best friend to just be alive again. The War, the Winter Soldier — they change nothing. You can't fix death; everything else heals over, and neither of them have that many physical scars anymore. ]
Modern food is hard to get used to.
[ He remembers drowning, and relaxes in increments, until there's no lines of the Soldier. He breaks the grip only to cup both hands over Steve's cheeks. A smile flickers across his face, cracked by honest pain. ]
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Modern food is hard to get used to.
[ He remembers drowning, and relaxes in increments, until there's no lines of the Soldier. He breaks the grip only to cup both hands over Steve's cheeks. A smile flickers across his face, cracked by honest pain. ]
I'm glad you're alive.