[Moments like these- sitting side-by-side, talking as if Sam didn't have every reason to run and leave a broken weapon- remind Bucky of Brooklyn, of warm summer days, jumping from shadow to shadow to avoid burning brick. Or sitting in the shade under a tree overlooking the river.Things weren't easy back then, but they were simpler, uncomplicated by war or brainwashing.
He continues to beam, his mouth edging into a wry smirk.]
So what're you gonna do without this one if I challenge you?
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He continues to beam, his mouth edging into a wry smirk.]
So what're you gonna do without this one if I challenge you?