That blurb at the Smithsonian misses a lot. It doesn't tell you that he loves to cook, that he can't sing, that his favorite subject in school was math and he wanted to go to college for engineering but he could never afford it so he was working the docks until he could. Then the war happened and he couldn't go anyway but he still loved math, could calculate coordinates and angles in his head, and it made him a better sniper.
It doesn't tell you that he loves dancing because it's intimate, that it's a way to get close without giving away your whole heart. It doesn't say that he loves to read everything he can get his hands on or that his favorite weather is fresh-falling snow before the city can get it all dirty. Even after all that time under the ice, he loves the cold.
Cooking doesn't take him long because he's efficient; he puts his ingredients together mise en place before he ever starts. The potatoes are roasted with herbs and the steak is cooked over the stovetop and by the time it's done, he just has to get the wine and set the table. It makes this house a home, to do these things, and he enjoys it.
"All ready, Wanda. Yet another Bucky Barnes culinary masterpiece ready to be experienced."
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It doesn't tell you that he loves dancing because it's intimate, that it's a way to get close without giving away your whole heart. It doesn't say that he loves to read everything he can get his hands on or that his favorite weather is fresh-falling snow before the city can get it all dirty. Even after all that time under the ice, he loves the cold.
Cooking doesn't take him long because he's efficient; he puts his ingredients together mise en place before he ever starts. The potatoes are roasted with herbs and the steak is cooked over the stovetop and by the time it's done, he just has to get the wine and set the table. It makes this house a home, to do these things, and he enjoys it.
"All ready, Wanda. Yet another Bucky Barnes culinary masterpiece ready to be experienced."