[Steve's backing away again, Bucky sees it in his peripheral as he starts unbuttoning his blood-soaked vest. Maybe getting into some fresh clothes will help keep his mind quieter. The vest comes off easily enough, sliding off his left shoulder with ease and he tosses it down on the bed as his mind continues to churn.
Fighting down in the street roughens the knees of his pants as he stands and a hand closes over his face, stripping away the mask. He flies head over heels.
'Who the hell is Bucky?'
Returning to the bank is sadder than before and he feels slow and almost reluctant to sit back down in the chair. For once he has something concrete in his head besides programming. Pierce slaps him. Gun barrels leveled and ready to take his head off if he doesn't respond.
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Fighting down in the street roughens the knees of his pants as he stands and a hand closes over his face, stripping away the mask. He flies head over heels.
'Who the hell is Bucky?'
Returning to the bank is sadder than before and he feels slow and almost reluctant to sit back down in the chair. For once he has something concrete in his head besides programming. Pierce slaps him. Gun barrels leveled and ready to take his head off if he doesn't respond.
He doesn't get to hold onto this one thing.]