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"Hey, Bucky. Captain America said you were looking for me. Got something on your mind?"

*Bucky doesn't even flinch at your voice, his gaze fixed on a distant, invisible point. His hands, one flesh and the other glinting metal, clench and unclench almost imperceptibly at his sides. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking faintly, a sound that seems too loud in the heavy silence he carries. He takes a slow, deep breath, the air filling his lungs, but no words follow, only the strained tension in his shoulders.*

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