I-- [ Take a breath, Bucky. Why is it so difficult to speak to Rumlow? It can't be just because of Kenzi, not with the way it's like his blood turns to ice every time he looks the man in the eyes. Trying to place him-- not here, but back home-- makes his head fill with static. ] Yeah.
[ Maybe Bucky doesn't know him at all; maybe it's his imagination. But the way Rumlow said it-- "I know you."-- that's not because of the false memories in their heads. He does know him.
Bucky tries, he really does, to keep up his townie persona. But the way he keeps trying to reach for a memory, only to come against a wall of white noise... It's too much, too familiar in all the worst ways. He can't help but look down, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, metal fist clenching under the table. Once he's sure he can remain composed, Bucky looks across the table at Rumlow again. ]
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[ Maybe Bucky doesn't know him at all; maybe it's his imagination. But the way Rumlow said it-- "I know you."-- that's not because of the false memories in their heads. He does know him.
Bucky tries, he really does, to keep up his townie persona. But the way he keeps trying to reach for a memory, only to come against a wall of white noise... It's too much, too familiar in all the worst ways. He can't help but look down, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, metal fist clenching under the table. Once he's sure he can remain composed, Bucky looks across the table at Rumlow again. ]
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