[He's used to being rushed through hallways without explanation, used to lonely corridors that are still full of people. But he's not used to not knowing what's going on, even a sliver of it, and that shakes him up good. He's not gonna show it, though. He's not gonna show it.
Instead he stands off to a corner, like instinct's drilled into him, crossing his arms, trying to ignore the rain as best he can though its sticking his hair to his forehead.
He watches, and Bucky tries to figure things out.]
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Instead he stands off to a corner, like instinct's drilled into him, crossing his arms, trying to ignore the rain as best he can though its sticking his hair to his forehead.
He watches, and Bucky tries to figure things out.]