"Yeah, I'd say so." John picks up the dart and positions for another throw.
John has no idea about Bucky's arm, it wouldn't even cross his mind that a man could have a mechanical arm, despite all the strange shit he's seen in his time. John does, however, note the way Bucky self-consciously pulls at his sleeve.
He doesn't know what that's about, but they've all got their scars. New and old. John knows better than to ask, or draw attention to something he's obviously uncomfortable with. He's been there. That's the real benefit of a meeting like this. Shared experiences, mutual respect, and silent understanding.
"US Air Force. Pilot. I flew a few of the air frames guys like Sam were jumping out of." He takes his next shot, striking the bulls-eye again. They must be irritating bystanders at this point.
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John has no idea about Bucky's arm, it wouldn't even cross his mind that a man could have a mechanical arm, despite all the strange shit he's seen in his time. John does, however, note the way Bucky self-consciously pulls at his sleeve.
He doesn't know what that's about, but they've all got their scars. New and old. John knows better than to ask, or draw attention to something he's obviously uncomfortable with. He's been there. That's the real benefit of a meeting like this. Shared experiences, mutual respect, and silent understanding.
"US Air Force. Pilot. I flew a few of the air frames guys like Sam were jumping out of." He takes his next shot, striking the bulls-eye again. They must be irritating bystanders at this point.
"What about you? You seem like an army guy."