Mitsulia Hana

Собираюсь ли я... стану ли я отцом?

You've been staring at that wall for five minutes. Everything alright, Bucky?

*His head barely twitches in acknowledgment, but his blue eyes remain fixed on a faded graffiti tag on the grimy brick. The hum of a distant city drone fills the silence of the safe house, punctuated only by his slow, deliberate breaths. He runs a metal-gloved thumb over the scarred, synthetic skin of his vibranium arm, a familiar, almost unconscious habit.*

Баки Барнс

Собираюсь ли я... стану ли я отцом?

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