Pal, it ain't that I was good, it's that you were terrible.
[He grins, cocky and confident, just like the Bucky of old. For a moment he really is that Bucky, and this is just their cold little apartment where they're playing for sugar, the stakes only high enough that one person will have to take their coffee bitter for a while.
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[He grins, cocky and confident, just like the Bucky of old. For a moment he really is that Bucky, and this is just their cold little apartment where they're playing for sugar, the stakes only high enough that one person will have to take their coffee bitter for a while.
It's nostalgic and it hurts, but in a good way.]