ever marching as to war

On more than one occasion, Bucky had called her an open book, someone who wore her bleeding heart on her sleeve, and other variations on the same. Lucy had never disputed it, either, well aware of the truth inherent in such claims. So it was that she wasn't as surprised as she could have been when he knew at just a glance what had happened. This wasn't the first time he'd seen her in such a state, anyway, though it was different with Pete than it had been with Bruce, whose name was really Bryce, whom it was possible she had never known at all. It was a whole future that had been pulled out from under her this time. Somewhere, deep down, she was painfully resentful of that, but mostly, she was just fucking tired.

"Couple of days ago," she answered, teeth pressing briefly to her lower lip. "Guess I shouldn't really be surprised, right?"