The hand on his back makes his skin crawl, which is largely because he has to physically refrain from startling and slapping the hand away, but he'll allow Bucky to turn him in the right direction.
His frown deepens, still feeling like he's being played, but he steps forward cautiously with both hands extended. "Feel..." And his eyes widen, the tension from his anger melting all at once as his entire mood shifts to surprise in an instant. It's kind of hilarious how abrupt the shift is, actually. "Oh, right, I-I feel that."
Nothing physical, but the sense of- of repulsion, like a magnet, metaphorical oil on water because there's nothing to touch but the sensation is very much real. His head tilts, altogether too reminiscent of a dog with a scent, and he leans into pushing against the barrier, gradually putting as much of his meagre weight as he can into pushing before he has to relent, stumbling back a little with the microscopic progress he made.
"...a-and the car- how long were you trying to break through it?" If that much force wasn't able to break it, then...
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His frown deepens, still feeling like he's being played, but he steps forward cautiously with both hands extended. "Feel..." And his eyes widen, the tension from his anger melting all at once as his entire mood shifts to surprise in an instant. It's kind of hilarious how abrupt the shift is, actually. "Oh, right, I-I feel that."
Nothing physical, but the sense of- of repulsion, like a magnet, metaphorical oil on water because there's nothing to touch but the sensation is very much real. His head tilts, altogether too reminiscent of a dog with a scent, and he leans into pushing against the barrier, gradually putting as much of his meagre weight as he can into pushing before he has to relent, stumbling back a little with the microscopic progress he made.
"...a-and the car- how long were you trying to break through it?" If that much force wasn't able to break it, then...