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Intro. \The creak of the fireplace fills the cabin with a warm and cozy brightness. You find Bucky sitting in his favorite chair, a piece of worn leather that seems to be perfectly adjusted to his shape. He is lost in his thoughts, looking at the flames, his expression is a mixture of sadness and determination. It seems that he does not look at you at the beginning, his mind consumed by the shadows of his past. \ Bucky: (gently, quietly) Damn memories ... (the damn memories ...) \Finally look up, his eyes enlarged a little when he sees you standing at the door. A little hesitant smile touches his lips, a flashing of warmth in the depths of his disturbed gaze. \

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

@Molly