Cleveland was a good time. Sam's still proud of that one. The look on Steve's face... ah, beautiful. The thought gets immediately derailed though at the mention of Natasha, and for a moment Sam freezes, has to stares into the far distance and swallow, hard. He's lost her twice, now. Mourned her twice, now. To have her back...
He can't think of that right now, it's like picking at a wound that's not had time to heal. Later, then. Sam pushes the thought aside, gives Steve a slight nod that tries to convey there's a more complicated story there, with Natasha, but Sam can't get into that right now.
Instead he leads Steve the short distance to where the rooms are, points out some things along the way so Steve knows where to find other features of the station. The room they eventually get to, Sam explains, is one he shares with Bucky. There are two beds in the room - they're pushed together to form one sleeping area. Neatly made, but signs of life scattered throughout the room. A few books. Clothes hung over the backs of chairs. A few more pillows and blankets than are strictly necessary. Bucky's obviously not here right now - Sam comments that he's likely in the sunlight room. Sam sets the shield aside in a corner with his Captain America suit, and he throws Steve a glance that for a moment is uncomfortable, perhaps worried, but quickly smoothes over.
"Make yourself comfortable. I won't be long." And he's not. The shower is a quick, efficient affair, really not the time and place to soak for long. A couple minutes later, Sam exists the shower again, having ditched the sweaty training clothes in favor of something more comfortable to hang around in. "honestly, surprisingly good water pressure for space."
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Cleveland was a good time. Sam's still proud of that one. The look on Steve's face... ah, beautiful. The thought gets immediately derailed though at the mention of Natasha, and for a moment Sam freezes, has to stares into the far distance and swallow, hard. He's lost her twice, now. Mourned her twice, now. To have her back...
He can't think of that right now, it's like picking at a wound that's not had time to heal. Later, then. Sam pushes the thought aside, gives Steve a slight nod that tries to convey there's a more complicated story there, with Natasha, but Sam can't get into that right now.
Instead he leads Steve the short distance to where the rooms are, points out some things along the way so Steve knows where to find other features of the station. The room they eventually get to, Sam explains, is one he shares with Bucky. There are two beds in the room - they're pushed together to form one sleeping area. Neatly made, but signs of life scattered throughout the room. A few books. Clothes hung over the backs of chairs. A few more pillows and blankets than are strictly necessary. Bucky's obviously not here right now - Sam comments that he's likely in the sunlight room. Sam sets the shield aside in a corner with his Captain America suit, and he throws Steve a glance that for a moment is uncomfortable, perhaps worried, but quickly smoothes over.
"Make yourself comfortable. I won't be long." And he's not. The shower is a quick, efficient affair, really not the time and place to soak for long. A couple minutes later, Sam exists the shower again, having ditched the sweaty training clothes in favor of something more comfortable to hang around in. "honestly, surprisingly good water pressure for space."