[ No, he's not even arguing about Sam again. Bucky seems to have some sort of weird stick up his ass about him. ]
I don't cry.
[ He folds his arms over his chest stubbornly. It had been a mark of pride for him, back in the day - as sickly as he was, as incapable of winning a fight, he never gave in and let the pain show. It was the only way he'd known to be a real man. And then, it had just stuck with him. ]
What would the eagles even do, anyway? Stark's so full of shit.
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[ No, he's not even arguing about Sam again. Bucky seems to have some sort of weird stick up his ass about him. ]
I don't cry.
[ He folds his arms over his chest stubbornly. It had been a mark of pride for him, back in the day - as sickly as he was, as incapable of winning a fight, he never gave in and let the pain show. It was the only way he'd known to be a real man. And then, it had just stuck with him. ]
What would the eagles even do, anyway? Stark's so full of shit.