Actually and truly stunned, Bucky takes a second to blink and stare as she continues on. He's pissed off that she's this deep inside his head, can read him when he's been trained to hide it, hide his mind behind a citadel of interlocking walls.
How is she making him unravel just that tiny bit?
When he speaks again, his voice is soft and he rubs the spot on his forehead. He looks at her as if he's never seen anything like her -- and he really hasn't.
"I destroyed so much. So many lives, families. And you're really telling me that I deserve more? Use your youth for something less depressing."
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Actually and truly stunned, Bucky takes a second to blink and stare as she continues on. He's pissed off that she's this deep inside his head, can read him when he's been trained to hide it, hide his mind behind a citadel of interlocking walls.
How is she making him unravel just that tiny bit?
When he speaks again, his voice is soft and he rubs the spot on his forehead. He looks at her as if he's never seen anything like her -- and he really hasn't.
"I destroyed so much. So many lives, families. And you're really telling me that I deserve more? Use your youth for something less depressing."
(Oh, Bucky, if you only knew.)