[ the stern voice trips some half-buried wire in his mind, some abandoned bit of code that used to call him to heel. Bucky turns his head, jagged breaths soft yet strained as he tries to calm himself.
Maybe something in his eyes pleads with Zemo to be the voice of reason, to offer some glimmer of hope. ]
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Maybe something in his eyes pleads with Zemo to be the voice of reason, to offer some glimmer of hope. ]