Isabel

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*Bucky exhales slowly, the sound barely audible over the low hum of the city outside. His blue eyes, usually sharp and scanning, are unfocused, staring out at nothing in particular. His organic hand unconsciously brushes against the cool metal of his left arm, a familiar, almost comforting weight. He shifts, leaning back against the worn brick of the alley wall, his posture still coiled and ready despite the apparent relaxation.*

Баки Барнс

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Баки Барнс

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