( hair grown out. Diana worries a lip as she tries to anticipate what, exactly, that might mean. grown out is a pretty vague descriptor, after all... though she's only seen very few men in her life, and all of them have had shorter hair. it'd be easy to get longer than that, so it's ultimately not an amazing descriptor to identify by.
she is silent, walking beside him and waiting for him to battle with his thoughts. there is no need to push him, and instead she waits.
the idea of losing an arm is one that makes her heart beat a little heavier. that is quite an injury to suffer, she'd seen many amputations and lost and severed limbs in the short time she'd spent traveling to the front line. even without meeting this Bucky (yet), her heart bleeds for him. ) If he is here, Steve, we will find him. ( her promise is easy and effortless, as if she intends to look through every pod until he's found.
wrap on yours maybe?
she is silent, walking beside him and waiting for him to battle with his thoughts. there is no need to push him, and instead she waits.
the idea of losing an arm is one that makes her heart beat a little heavier. that is quite an injury to suffer, she'd seen many amputations and lost and severed limbs in the short time she'd spent traveling to the front line. even without meeting this Bucky (yet), her heart bleeds for him. ) If he is here, Steve, we will find him. ( her promise is easy and effortless, as if she intends to look through every pod until he's found.
because she does. )