[ Bucky's fingers curl against Zemo's ribs, thumb brushing over the ridges and dips there. In another life, Zemo says, reminding Bucky that this is merely a pocket in time, an intermission before the next act.
His stomach twists, anguish and denial and all sorts of convoluted hopes to bargain Zemo into freedom. It's good that his face is buried in the crook of Zemo's neck (always with a trace of cologne) so his frown isn't visible. Hopefully it's not felt, but it's difficult not to react to the reality of things when he'd prefer to stretch this out. ]
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His stomach twists, anguish and denial and all sorts of convoluted hopes to bargain Zemo into freedom. It's good that his face is buried in the crook of Zemo's neck (always with a trace of cologne) so his frown isn't visible. Hopefully it's not felt, but it's difficult not to react to the reality of things when he'd prefer to stretch this out. ]