[Bucky raises his head when Steve comes through the door. He’s used to this: people talking around but not directly to him. He appreciates being acknowledged before the schmoozing starts, but it still reminds him a bit of HYDRA.
When Steve turns toward him, Bucky shrugs, looking away.]
I called you. Thought that counted for something.
[A few months ago, he would have let himself sit in jail instead of calling for help.]
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When Steve turns toward him, Bucky shrugs, looking away.]
I called you. Thought that counted for something.
[A few months ago, he would have let himself sit in jail instead of calling for help.]