( who the hell is bucky? there's something familiar about the name but he doesn't know why and he doesn't spend anytime dwelling on it.
he looks at the man that's stepped into his path, eeyes hard, flinty, cold.
alive. it would be easy, he thinks, to cut this man open and leave him lying. satisfy that urge to just leave a mess in his wake. but this man seems to know him familiarly so it wouldn't be easy. )
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( who the hell is bucky? there's something familiar about the name but he doesn't know why and he doesn't spend anytime dwelling on it.
he looks at the man that's stepped into his path, eeyes hard, flinty, cold.
alive. it would be easy, he thinks, to cut this man open and leave him lying. satisfy that urge to just leave a mess in his wake. but this man seems to know him familiarly so it wouldn't be easy. )
Move.