( He doesn't know what he's doing. That's a statement generally applicable to everything in his life but fighting, and it's applicable to his domain as well. He'd talked with Sam about it a little. Ultimately decided on spending his time hovering around Sam's while he thought about how to build his own, and he's yet to identify a clear direction.
So he's doing what he's done to adapt to all other areas of life since he woke up — observing others and mimicking behaviors. He's taken to strolling through them, looking for inspiration. For anything that resonates true.
The idea of floating through Wanda's seemed like a great one at the time. They've got a few things in common, and he spent a fair amount of time in her neck of the world. His time on the run was... mostly peaceful, maybe she'd have some inspiration from over there floating around.
That is... not what he finds.
He descends the stairs tentatively, carefully, practically a feline prowl. He barely makes it midway before an uncomfortably familiar sensation begins to spread through him. He has just enough time to feel a pang of dread before the creeping fingers in his brain shift, change, rearrange.
He takes his final step, and walks into another life.
Can't place the source of whatever discomfort he'd just felt — maybe it's because he always feels that way a little, walking into his house without knowing his father's mood. It fades out at the sight of his sister, though, and settles back into something more wry. )
Nothing new. ( He answers a little too loudly, a little too telegraphed — and confuses himself a little with it. Boisterous isn't his default state. It feels appropriate right now, though. ) Just some business with a skinny kid and a shiner.
( AKA Steve got in a fight. Again. Which means Bucky got in a fight. Again. )
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So he's doing what he's done to adapt to all other areas of life since he woke up — observing others and mimicking behaviors. He's taken to strolling through them, looking for inspiration. For anything that resonates true.
The idea of floating through Wanda's seemed like a great one at the time. They've got a few things in common, and he spent a fair amount of time in her neck of the world. His time on the run was... mostly peaceful, maybe she'd have some inspiration from over there floating around.
That is... not what he finds.
He descends the stairs tentatively, carefully, practically a feline prowl. He barely makes it midway before an uncomfortably familiar sensation begins to spread through him. He has just enough time to feel a pang of dread before the creeping fingers in his brain shift, change, rearrange.
He takes his final step, and walks into another life.
Can't place the source of whatever discomfort he'd just felt — maybe it's because he always feels that way a little, walking into his house without knowing his father's mood. It fades out at the sight of his sister, though, and settles back into something more wry. )
Nothing new. ( He answers a little too loudly, a little too telegraphed — and confuses himself a little with it. Boisterous isn't his default state. It feels appropriate right now, though. ) Just some business with a skinny kid and a shiner.
( AKA Steve got in a fight. Again. Which means Bucky got in a fight. Again. )