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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] advanced) wrote in [community profile] fossilised 2018-10-16 06:10 pm (UTC)

"No, I don't."

Bucky wrestles with himself a moment, though there's no outward indication of this. Different to the man he used to be, who wore his heart on his sleeve at all times, now he tends to keep his emotions very tightly under check. It's a lesson learned from being tortured, never let them see you in pain or afraid. So even though he doesn't want to go out, and the idea of leaving someone - even Steve - in his home without supervision itches at the back of his brain, it doesn't show much when he adds his next offer.

"But I'll run out and get some. You can't have eaten much, or you'd have a rash too, but you should still take something. The closet in the bedroom has some sweats and shirts you can wear."

That's about all it has. His closet is a depressingly empty affair now, two pairs of pants, three pairs of sweats, and about six assorted shirts or hoodies. There's also a handgun and a rifle hidden in the upper compartment, ones he probably shouldn't have now that he's been discharged.

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