[ It's on instinct alone that he manages to swing his head back just out of the path of Bucky's fist, though it remains close enough for him to feel the rush of air it brings. The strike of the man's head, however, he can't quite skirt away from; it catches him dead-on, snapping his head back with a sharp breath as his nose shatters. Still, his grip remains fast on Bucky's wrist as he twists to bring the arm up behind the man's back, his free hand coming up to try and catch him around the neck in the hopes of pinning him back against his chest. ]
Bucky— Bucky, it's me—
[ He's endured far worse at the hands of his old friend; it'll take more than a broken nose to shake him off. ]
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Bucky— Bucky, it's me—
[ He's endured far worse at the hands of his old friend; it'll take more than a broken nose to shake him off. ]