[ It's all the same lane. The sharpened humor's wasted on him like this, which says something. He starts shaking his head, closing his eyes. The pinch at his brow only gets deeper. When he looks at him again it's with narrowed eyes and he takes a hard step forward, reaching for Bucky by the right bicep with a little more pressure in his grip than might be comfortable.
You're supposed to be gone. ]
Buck, you were gone. [ His whole expression twists up, his voice gone hard. ]
You. [ His grip flexes, damn near shakes him by the arm as if that'll get through his meaning any better. ] Sam. Wanda. Half of everyone out there—
[ Gone.
And all he remembers before this is their last lead going dead. ]
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You're supposed to be gone. ]
Buck, you were gone. [ His whole expression twists up, his voice gone hard. ]
You. [ His grip flexes, damn near shakes him by the arm as if that'll get through his meaning any better. ] Sam. Wanda. Half of everyone out there—
[ Gone.
And all he remembers before this is their last lead going dead. ]