[Bucky staggers over to his desk, challenge coin still in hand. He deliberately turns his back to Sam in a silentget out combined with so what if I do run. He can feel Sam somewhere behind him, partially due to the brood link and his training. Dust from the ceiling has coated the sketchbook and several piles of papers--- faces of his victims--- and he goes about wiping them off as best he can with the edge of his hand, though he itches to run. ]
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