[ Relief sweeps over him again, tension let out with a breath - only to return to his expression at the question. His mouth clamps shut, eyebrow knitting together. Every conversation is whiplash. ]
Nothing - [ He starts slowly, letting the compress lower from his face. ] - you were brawling with three guys on the corner. We tased them, I think you... hit one in the throat with a pen, broke another guy's nose on the pavement. [ pause ] Probably deserved it.
[ If they were the same three tailing him, they weren't up to any good. A trip to the hospital for them means no one else'll be bothered by them tonight. But there's uncertainty in his voice, recalling the end of the fight when it seemed as though Bucky wasn't done with them. His mouth twists down at one side. ] You really don't remember?
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Nothing - [ He starts slowly, letting the compress lower from his face. ] - you were brawling with three guys on the corner. We tased them, I think you... hit one in the throat with a pen, broke another guy's nose on the pavement. [ pause ] Probably deserved it.
[ If they were the same three tailing him, they weren't up to any good. A trip to the hospital for them means no one else'll be bothered by them tonight. But there's uncertainty in his voice, recalling the end of the fight when it seemed as though Bucky wasn't done with them. His mouth twists down at one side. ] You really don't remember?