While he had an entire floor to himself and theoretically could lock all the doors, Clint liked to pop in and out of the ventilation system and Tony was liable to walk in ignoring the locks at any time. While he doesn't mind that happening a few times, trying to live with it all the time was annoying. "I am still DOING missions, Bucky. I've not yet hanged up the shield and retired. And I still spend quite a bit of time off of missions. Outside of that, I need private space of my own. And Sam has his own apartment elsewhere too." He's always needed a place that was just his. Captain America was so public already, that just made him need his own space even more, as much as he liked his friends. Bucky was the only exception.
Bucky did not remember he knew, even as he talked about their shared life experiences. But he wanted Bucky to know that this wasn't a matter of give or take, or fairness. Just that they were friends, and that was what friends did. "Like I said before, it's not a matter of fairness or taking turns. If I got as sick as I used to you'd be trying to take care of me now. Because you want me well, right?" He also wasn't sure sick was the right word for Bucky. Missing memories and references most people would have, sure. But sick didn't seem right. Seeing Bucky nestle his hand on the metal arm, he reached towards the back and grabbed one of the pillows he stuffed there and pushed it towards Bucky.
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Date: 2014-09-20 02:59 am (UTC)Bucky did not remember he knew, even as he talked about their shared life experiences. But he wanted Bucky to know that this wasn't a matter of give or take, or fairness. Just that they were friends, and that was what friends did. "Like I said before, it's not a matter of fairness or taking turns. If I got as sick as I used to you'd be trying to take care of me now. Because you want me well, right?" He also wasn't sure sick was the right word for Bucky. Missing memories and references most people would have, sure. But sick didn't seem right. Seeing Bucky nestle his hand on the metal arm, he reached towards the back and grabbed one of the pillows he stuffed there and pushed it towards Bucky.