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@longingtouch          silence was the only answer bucky could give. it was difficult to maintain eye contact. it felt too raw, as though she might catch sight of all the pieces he was still trying to hold onto. and it didn’t help that she poked a side he’d always been too closed off to acknowledge—-the side of truth that often reared its ugly head. a breath, short and swift and shaking, slipped past his parted lips. 
            
                       “not hiding anything,” was his clipped reply. short, and a lie he knew damn well she’d catch. hell, she already had. but he noticed her too. he let his gaze fall back on her, and while it didn’t remain long, the flick of his eyes meeting hers was enough for him to gather everything he needed.          “you’re cold,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “maybe lies are all i’ve got left to give.” it came subtle, soft, muttered under his breath. his hand lifted, scratching the back of his head like the words had left more exposed than he meant.           “i’m not one for these sorts of conversations,” he added quietly. “it’s best if you keep it about whatever you were here for.”

 ⠀⠀⠀ kim hana had the uncanny ability to keep everyone who had ever talked to her at arms length, a foolish but rather productive way to keep herself safe from the pain and anger that they felt whilst she tried (and failed) to process her own emotions. it was different with bucky, but she didn’t understand why. perhaps it was their similar histories with awful organizations that claimed to be so vastly different, or maybe it was just the fact that he was a different kind of lost soul—- she didn’t know, but she didn’t care either. before this rooftop conversation, she just wanted him gone. but this night, with the cold winds whistling around them, she only thought about him and it was driving her mad. she stepped further outside, the chilly winds causing her to wrap the sweater tighter around herself. growing up in the streets of busan, she had plenty of chilly winters, but it didn’t mean she was used to it by any means.
             ⠀⠀⠀ “lying to me will do no good.”  her words come out a little harsher with hopes that she’s at least somewhat louder than the wind. she noted the way he looked away from her so quickly, a frown tugging down at her lips.  “i may not be a telepath, but i know when people are lying to me. i know when YOU are lying to me.”  she took another small step forward, as if approaching a wild animal in hopes to domesticate it.  “something is on your mind, i know that much, but i am not going to pressure you into talking about it, just—- at least be honest with me. you can not just show me the good parts and leave the bad, hard parts of you hidden. i would like you to trust me, but i have to trust you too. that’s how relationships work.”

@longingtouch             he was restless inside, the kind of unrest that clung like frost to bone, where old wounds lingered not as memories but as cold, triumphant ghosts that stalked the back of his mind. bucky scratched at the stubble along his jaw, the gesture absent-minded as he leaned into the edge of the rooftop canopy, his gaze fixed on the dimly lit street below, where life moved on without him. her voice broke through the silence—-soft, measured, almost too gentle for a night like this—-        and though it didn’t irritate him in the usual way, something about that softness unsettled him, pressing against a place he’d long tried to bury. he turned his head slightly, just enough to let his icy gaze graze over the sharp lines of her face, the shadows catching in her expression, but he didn’t linger.       
            
                      “nothing,” he said, and the lie sat heavy on his tongue, because it wasn’t nothing, not when the past clawed at him the way it did, never relenting, never truly gone. he looked back toward the street, jaw tight, chest heavier than he let on, unsure how to put any of it into words without unraveling.         “you should head back inside,” he added, voice quieter now, but firm, because whatever this was—-whatever stirred beneath his skin, it wasn’t something he wanted her to see.

 ⠀⠀⠀ there was something unnatural about the way she held herself in that moment— at least more unnatural than usual anyway. what was normally a confident yet reserved woman was now a shell of what once was. her pristine white bedsheets had large, dark red spots on them. she should have gone to seek medical help, but what good would that have done? it would have put her through more torment than it would have helped, so she decided to fix herself up.  “then what is the point of you standing there, gawking like i’m some animal in a cage?”  she knew he looked away, even if her own gaze was more focused on stitching up the gaping wound in her side. it just slipped out of her mouth before she could think about it.

@longingtouch             “didn’t say you did. i’m still here.” the words came low, almost thrown away, but they held. he leaned back against the wall, arms crossing—-not in defiance, but in quiet resolve. bucky didn’t try to close the space between them,          didn’t ask to be let in either. he just stood there, anchored by something he couldn’t name, something heavier than pride. his gaze flicked to her, brief but unreadable, then dropped again.