The stupid little notebook that he started to keep only a couple of months back, full of scraps of paper cut out from news articles about the Avengers, and his own notes in stilted writing about what little he remembers. It falls out of his pocket and he stops. He can't leave it, it feels like a lifeline, and scooping it out of the puddle gives Steve time to catch him up.
The rain is hammering down now, the wind strong enough to even knock Bucky's bulk sideways every few seconds, and he has to plant himself like a tree to keep from being knocked down. He doesn't run again, but his entire stance gives off hostility in waves.
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The stupid little notebook that he started to keep only a couple of months back, full of scraps of paper cut out from news articles about the Avengers, and his own notes in stilted writing about what little he remembers. It falls out of his pocket and he stops. He can't leave it, it feels like a lifeline, and scooping it out of the puddle gives Steve time to catch him up.
The rain is hammering down now, the wind strong enough to even knock Bucky's bulk sideways every few seconds, and he has to plant himself like a tree to keep from being knocked down. He doesn't run again, but his entire stance gives off hostility in waves.
He doesn't speak.]