[Sorry, Bucky, he can't help but laugh at the look on your face. It's not often he manages to catch the ex-assassin that much off-guard with a few simple words. He props up Winter into the sitting position, supporting her little neck so she can look around. She's moving her little hand back and forth, the lamb shaking floppily in her grasp.]
You look like I just asked you to walk barefoot across hot coals. I'll take that as a no.
[He doesn't remark on the idea of trust. Perhaps he does trust Bucky too much. But he can't believe anyone would be callous enough to hurt a defenseless child. Even Ivar, crazy and psychopathic as he is, has never slipped that far into dangerous thinking. If he ever had that inkling around Bucky, he wouldn't have hesitated to do everything in his power to put the other man in the ground permanently.
He glances down at Winter, smoothing down a tuft of her pale hair, white without the slightest hint of any other color. Ivar's face softens a little, both with love and sadness.]
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Date: 2017-10-12 07:22 am (UTC)You look like I just asked you to walk barefoot across hot coals. I'll take that as a no.
[He doesn't remark on the idea of trust. Perhaps he does trust Bucky too much. But he can't believe anyone would be callous enough to hurt a defenseless child. Even Ivar, crazy and psychopathic as he is, has never slipped that far into dangerous thinking. If he ever had that inkling around Bucky, he wouldn't have hesitated to do everything in his power to put the other man in the ground permanently.
He glances down at Winter, smoothing down a tuft of her pale hair, white without the slightest hint of any other color. Ivar's face softens a little, both with love and sadness.]
She looks like her mother.