Aw, Stevie, you don’t wanna moon with me? [He teases with a small laugh.] But okay. Mars first then.
[And he leans into the chart again, poring over it properly this time. It takes him a little to get the hang of reading it, but eventually he starts making sense of all the markings on the page and the positioning indicators. It reminds him of orienteering during the war, that feeling of zeroing in on something he can’t see with his bare eyes yet. The memory trips him up a little, but he takes a breath and lowers the chart with a flat smile.]
Okay. I think we gotta point ’em around that a ways first.
[He points. The telescopes need to be turned about a quarter. Even being stuck here, Bucky made sure to find out which way was North and South, though the sun made that clear every morning anyway.]
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[And he leans into the chart again, poring over it properly this time. It takes him a little to get the hang of reading it, but eventually he starts making sense of all the markings on the page and the positioning indicators. It reminds him of orienteering during the war, that feeling of zeroing in on something he can’t see with his bare eyes yet. The memory trips him up a little, but he takes a breath and lowers the chart with a flat smile.]
Okay. I think we gotta point ’em around that a ways first.
[He points. The telescopes need to be turned about a quarter. Even being stuck here, Bucky made sure to find out which way was North and South, though the sun made that clear every morning anyway.]