[ Normally that answer'd get a light, amused huff out of him. For all their easy banter earlier the mood is quick to shift, and there's something in the way that Sam answers only to look away that pulls tight in his chest, makes him stop their aimless wandering to face him, just short of putting a hand on his arm.
Eyebrows knit together, and if it had gone tight just a moment ago his chest is twisting up now to see Sam giving him that look. ]
Doesn't ring a bell. [ he shakes his head, his voice low and steady, a slip of wariness now after his conversation with Bucky. Walking blind. Not sure if he's gonna step on a landmine or if he is the landmine here.
Got a damn near perfect memory though, so he can be more sure of his answer than most people. ]
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Eyebrows knit together, and if it had gone tight just a moment ago his chest is twisting up now to see Sam giving him that look. ]
Doesn't ring a bell. [ he shakes his head, his voice low and steady, a slip of wariness now after his conversation with Bucky. Walking blind. Not sure if he's gonna step on a landmine or if he is the landmine here.
Got a damn near perfect memory though, so he can be more sure of his answer than most people. ]
Why?