Testing how it felt, he reached out and ruffled Steve's hair. He knew that he used to do it when they were boys, but that was a long, long time ago, felt more like a different lifetime for them both. Maybe it had the same feel though, but he wasn't entirely certain. For one, his hands were bigger and Steve, even in this body, seemed less fragile than he had memories for. He even looked at his hand afterwards and flexed his digits.
"Except for ice cream, right?" He needed to keep Steve from glaring at him, or maybe he needed to see it again. It was so familiar, but in a fevered dream kind of way.
Despite being in a continual level of pain because of the ruined aspects of his arm, he had learned long ago to compartmentalize. As long as it wasn't touched or bumped on anything, he was fine to ignore it. He knew that they would have to deal with it, but he wasn't so certain how up to the task of removing it Steve was. It was, after all, a reminder of what he had lost way back in the War. Maybe it wouldn't matter. Steve was never given enough credit for being able to push boundaries, and he had no doubt this would be yet another situation for that. It wasn't like they had anyone but each other anymore, just like old times.
"I have a few places," he murmured, looking out the window. He had more than a few places, boltholes that had enough supplies to keep them safe, but he never stayed in one of them for any length of time. It was easier to discover then. "Once we land and figure out where we are, we'll have to steal a car likely and get to one of them. Depending on which one, we should have much of what we need." Money, food, weapons, clothing... though probably nothing that would fit Steve.
Maybe seeing his best friend in oversized clothing could lighten to mood?
"Depending on how the other side of the fight and the government feels, they may be able to sniff us out. We'll have to be careful," he remarked. He was used to hiding with little to no clues of his whereabouts though. He had done it for two years; he could do it again.
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"Except for ice cream, right?" He needed to keep Steve from glaring at him, or maybe he needed to see it again. It was so familiar, but in a fevered dream kind of way.
Despite being in a continual level of pain because of the ruined aspects of his arm, he had learned long ago to compartmentalize. As long as it wasn't touched or bumped on anything, he was fine to ignore it. He knew that they would have to deal with it, but he wasn't so certain how up to the task of removing it Steve was. It was, after all, a reminder of what he had lost way back in the War. Maybe it wouldn't matter. Steve was never given enough credit for being able to push boundaries, and he had no doubt this would be yet another situation for that. It wasn't like they had anyone but each other anymore, just like old times.
"I have a few places," he murmured, looking out the window. He had more than a few places, boltholes that had enough supplies to keep them safe, but he never stayed in one of them for any length of time. It was easier to discover then. "Once we land and figure out where we are, we'll have to steal a car likely and get to one of them. Depending on which one, we should have much of what we need." Money, food, weapons, clothing... though probably nothing that would fit Steve.
Maybe seeing his best friend in oversized clothing could lighten to mood?
"Depending on how the other side of the fight and the government feels, they may be able to sniff us out. We'll have to be careful," he remarked. He was used to hiding with little to no clues of his whereabouts though. He had done it for two years; he could do it again.