After Steve was changed, Bucky walked over to the table, expecting the other to follow him. “So, your hearing got better, sense of smell, can’t sleep at night, but i’ve seen you during the day, half the time you look like you’re going to fall asleep where you stand. Eating raw meat…some kind of mental connection with this…mystery lady… Im gonna be honest. Sounds like that TV show…Supernatural…you get bit by anything, dog, person, something else. Maybe someone hit you with a chemical or something…im willing to believe in anything at this point.”
And he was. Usually he wouldn’t jump to a stupid idea like vampire or werewolf or something stupid, but thats what i sounded like….maybe he was watching too much TV…or something. That show hadn’t exactly given him the best ideas….but…the cross roads summoning had worked…something showed up…he started to wonder if there was any credibility…maybe there wasn’t just science out there to be afraid of…he always just thought…Azazel was some Mutant that liked to play the devil…but…fucking werewolves, or vampires, those were just movie things, monsters little kids wet the bed in fear of…then again, if shape shifting aliens and Norse gods could be real…
Steve rocked his shoulders forward, before pushing off the counter, and swiveling to face Bucky. He lofted a brow at the mention of a television show, and he couldn’t help the amused sort of snort that escaped him, or the eye roll that followed. Oddly, it was something far fetched enough to be plausible. By this point, Steve had come to expect anything. Didn’t mean it wasn’t any less of a silly notion.
Again, he wouldn’t discredit the possibility. But…
“No. I haven’t.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I haven’t been bitten. I haven’t been stabbed. I haven’t been pricked. I haven’t-…” His voice trailed off. Idly, he ran his tongue over his teeth in thought. That irony taste was still there, and it brought on another craving. But he quickly subdued it.
And what of Jen? Showing up like she did, disheveled, dazed, lost, and had clearly suffered from an altercation.
There was a link, he knew that for a fact.
And a biological or chemical attack was certainly a better direction. At least, it was one he could act on. He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. He was right, he was better than this. Where the hell was his head?
Bucky sighed. “Well whatever it is, you’re not yourself. For now, i mean, its gross but its not that bad. But if it gets to the point you almost go animal planet on someone, you need to suck up that great american pride and ask for some help. Raw roast is fine, but when you start getting a craving for something a little more bipedal you tell someone you got me? The last thing we need is headlines to read ‘Captain America devours innocent victim in cannibalistic attack!’ We’ve got enough problems between the two of us that we don’t need you pigging out on long-pig, understood? Because that’s the line Steve. i know you don’t like to inconvenience people but, if you’re stalking your prey and your prey is the people in this house, dont you keep that to your fucking self, that’s a liability and a time bomb all in one.” He got up and put a hand on the other’s shoulder. “You don’t gotta do everything on your own, even if you don’t trust the team, i’m here. and you know i’d help you, even keep it from everyone else if you want. But Steve…if something’s happening with you…you should tell at least me right?”
he felt a heavy guilt settle in his stomach, yeah…NOW of course he realized that he should’ve told Steve about the deal from the get go. NOW that was going to eat at him, of course. He sighed inwardly. He’d wanted Steve to retire, have his time with Peggy like he’d earned. Now he was till keeping it from him, and it was starting to eat away at him just how much of an ass he was for not telling Steve.
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