The second he backs off, I want to surge forward again and punch him. He could take it, just look at the bastard... He's built like a damn wall, and there's not a doubt in my mind that he could dish out whatever I gave him in turn. Months I've spent fighting nothing more than shadows, but the day I'm offered something that can bleed, I know I have to let him go...
Because I took the shield instead of the knife... Because I know that it'd be wrong not to... Because, even if he's a jackass, Bruce Wayne is still Jason's father... And I won't take from someone else what was lost to me. Not from another orphan. Not unless it was the only way.
But it's not. And in the moment, I hate this place just that much more.
It's training alone that keeps Bucky poised. Stubbornness that finds him locked on the spot. He doesn't flinch, moving only to square his shoulders before he steps in just enough to be uncomfortable.
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Date: 2011-11-17 12:16 pm (UTC)Because I took the shield instead of the knife... Because I know that it'd be wrong not to... Because, even if he's a jackass, Bruce Wayne is still Jason's father... And I won't take from someone else what was lost to me. Not from another orphan. Not unless it was the only way.
But it's not. And in the moment, I hate this place just that much more.
It's training alone that keeps Bucky poised. Stubbornness that finds him locked on the spot. He doesn't flinch, moving only to square his shoulders before he steps in just enough to be uncomfortable.
"Good advice," he says. "Don't forget it."