[His mind first conjures an image of his broodmate, Sam Wilson. A small swell of anger is quenched just as quickly. No need to do that. Sam is good with others. He'd be an ally for Rani. Then another face emerges: Shiro. A fighter much like him, with a metal arm who struggles with himself at times. Shepard is next, her hair bright like fire. And finally, Bellamy, his short curls singed at the edges from a fire Bucky's only experienced through second-hand memories.]
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