[Meanwhile, he's rolled out a couple balls of dough and is working on flattening one down with a cylindrical liquor bottle in lieu of having found a rolling pin. Mostly he's succeeding.
He's half-listening to Barnes, at the way he's integrated with the future. So different than his own. Steve held himself apart. Between Natasha and Sam, seems like Buck tried harder to get back into the world. He has to wonder how much of that was guilt. Hinged on, what would Steve have wanted? And he wonders which one of them is more selfish for how they lived after the War.]
Might even work here.
[Mostly he just says it because he feels the attention on him as he's laying the bottom bit of dough out into the dish, and then he holds it out to them one-handed to fill.]
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He's half-listening to Barnes, at the way he's integrated with the future. So different than his own. Steve held himself apart. Between Natasha and Sam, seems like Buck tried harder to get back into the world. He has to wonder how much of that was guilt. Hinged on, what would Steve have wanted? And he wonders which one of them is more selfish for how they lived after the War.]
Might even work here.
[Mostly he just says it because he feels the attention on him as he's laying the bottom bit of dough out into the dish, and then he holds it out to them one-handed to fill.]