[ Bucky doesn't even care at this point. His death creeps in at the edges of everything and he knows it like it's already an intimate friend. Because he feels as though it's just a matter of time. He escaped Zola's laboratory, sure, but every step the noose gets tighter. He'll take what joy he can get until it's all over.
Of course none of that ever shows on his face or drifts into his words and if he has nightmares then most people are kind enough not to acknowledge it. ] A walk? I could walk.
[ All he ever does is walk but they might have a few scant minutes alone. Maybe he'd get to touch him.
-- Changing his tune. ] The songs ain't all that special anyway.
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Of course none of that ever shows on his face or drifts into his words and if he has nightmares then most people are kind enough not to acknowledge it. ] A walk? I could walk.
[ All he ever does is walk but they might have a few scant minutes alone. Maybe he'd get to touch him.
-- Changing his tune. ] The songs ain't all that special anyway.