The verbal confirmation helps, even if he still feels the heaviness of being alone on his darker days. It is a process that he's told will take some time to break free from, but Bucky can't seem to shake the blame and guilt he carries for what he did and the fear of becoming the evil responsible for doing it again.
Moving the next bag of feed to the trough it was going into, Bucky turned his face up to her and offers a smile.
"I was wondering, actually," he says, his tone shifting to something more spirited. "Ever since you walked up this way."
Something about that makes her irrationally happy. Even if she'd only caught his interest because she was a stranger coming into his territory, it was something. She smiles again, and it feels easier this time. Almost normal, even.
"You might also hear people refer to me as Quake," she adds, calling up that playful nonchalance from before. "My powers let me control vibrations. Cause earthquakes, that sort of thing. So if you feel the ground shaking anytime over the next few weeks..." She shrugs. "It's probably just me."
Not that it's likely to come to that but better to offer fair warning. Shuri and T'Challa are well aware of the possibility and have taken precautions, but she doesn't know if something like that might bother Bucky more than the average person.
He's become a lot less acutely aware, that much was true. But that was only because of how safe he felt where he was. Away from people, judgement, government officials and anyone trying to pedal their tech for the sole reason of tracking his every movement. Even if he's still not sure he trusts that the brainwashing has been reversed, the only one he would trust is Shuri's technology.
He glances up as the bag empties and nods before straightening. "Would that be you doing it voluntarily? Or is that why you're here?" Because it isn't voluntary. There's enough in her words that explain that the plane incident and what might have come before it wasn't.
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Moving the next bag of feed to the trough it was going into, Bucky turned his face up to her and offers a smile.
"I was wondering, actually," he says, his tone shifting to something more spirited. "Ever since you walked up this way."
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"You might also hear people refer to me as Quake," she adds, calling up that playful nonchalance from before. "My powers let me control vibrations. Cause earthquakes, that sort of thing. So if you feel the ground shaking anytime over the next few weeks..." She shrugs. "It's probably just me."
Not that it's likely to come to that but better to offer fair warning. Shuri and T'Challa are well aware of the possibility and have taken precautions, but she doesn't know if something like that might bother Bucky more than the average person.
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He glances up as the bag empties and nods before straightening. "Would that be you doing it voluntarily? Or is that why you're here?" Because it isn't voluntary. There's enough in her words that explain that the plane incident and what might have come before it wasn't.
There is no digging, just curiosity.