He extends his hand, crouching down to run one finger gently over the top of a ball of fluff and crooks a smile where no one can see at the purr it elicits. Tribbles are safe, maybe like all animals are safe. Safer than most people at any rate; though he thinks that with two of the men he feels safest in the world with in the room.
The fist of HYDRA, undone by cooing puffballs. It's an attractive thought, by sheer merit of how pissed off his old Handlers would be by the fact.
Bucky would be content here, just sitting while the other people in the room had their fun. It'd count as distraction from his worst thoughts. He doesn't miss though when he's addressed in the conversation, slowly turning his head to regard the troll girl and the group hug that's going on while he processes the words.
Children are safer than adults, usually. That doesn't mean he's inclined to move into a hug with one he just met, not when he's particular enough about being touched as it is. "I think you're fine without me."
no subject
The fist of HYDRA, undone by cooing puffballs. It's an attractive thought, by sheer merit of how pissed off his old Handlers would be by the fact.
Bucky would be content here, just sitting while the other people in the room had their fun. It'd count as distraction from his worst thoughts. He doesn't miss though when he's addressed in the conversation, slowly turning his head to regard the troll girl and the group hug that's going on while he processes the words.
Children are safer than adults, usually. That doesn't mean he's inclined to move into a hug with one he just met, not when he's particular enough about being touched as it is. "I think you're fine without me."