"Flirt with you?" He stared at her, the look on his face somewhere between offense and distaste. No matter how he tried to wrap his brain around the sentence, he couldn't force it to make sense.
Oh, he knew he'd been quite the ladies' man back then. He vaguely remembered taking a different girl out every weekend, and taking quite a few of them home for the night after, too. None of them had left a strong enough impression for him to recall specifics, not without something to prompt him.
Carter was different. "You were Steve's girl. I poached on my best friend's girl? I was the kind of guy who could do that?" And here he'd thought all this time that Bucky was the decent half of him.
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Date: 2016-06-02 03:48 pm (UTC)Oh, he knew he'd been quite the ladies' man back then. He vaguely remembered taking a different girl out every weekend, and taking quite a few of them home for the night after, too. None of them had left a strong enough impression for him to recall specifics, not without something to prompt him.
Carter was different. "You were Steve's girl. I poached on my best friend's girl? I was the kind of guy who could do that?" And here he'd thought all this time that Bucky was the decent half of him.