[ Confusion flickers across Steve's face, pulsing from him in waves along with a strong sense of wrong whenever his gaze settles on the empty space where his friend's arm used to be, the room seeming to tilt. He almost doesn't notice that Bucky hasn't even responded yet, or that he's projecting. The connection between them shudders and closes down to a pinhole, preventing anything else from passing between them as best that he can. ]
How - [ Trailing off, his gaze scans across Bucky's features again - the length of his hair, the state of his clothes. It's been a month since they last saw each other. Steve takes a step forward, then stops. ] - Buck, what happened?
[ Bucky had left home, sharp and clean. Ready to go to war.
Steve came to the Station and believed thatthe memory of his friend in uniform would be the last one he'd ever have. ]
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How - [ Trailing off, his gaze scans across Bucky's features again - the length of his hair, the state of his clothes. It's been a month since they last saw each other. Steve takes a step forward, then stops. ] - Buck, what happened?
[ Bucky had left home, sharp and clean. Ready to go to war.
Steve came to the Station and believed thatthe memory of his friend in uniform would be the last one he'd ever have. ]