[But he had. The expression drops from his face, his muscles going still and his breath shallow. His eyes grow distant as he remembers a television that would no longer be watched. A man gasps for air against the metal. It’s a cleaner job than most. The target is to disappear without a trace. Bucky only catches the end of what's on the screen, but he doesn’t care.
He licks his lips, that old anxious habit, and forces a smile on his face as he laughs a fake laugh that comes too easily.]
Guess you got me there. I don’t suppose they have that, do they?
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He licks his lips, that old anxious habit, and forces a smile on his face as he laughs a fake laugh that comes too easily.]
Guess you got me there. I don’t suppose they have that, do they?