→ it's a terrible love and i'm walking through spiders

-- Damn, maybe I should'a paid attention in Sunday school after all.

[ Bucky's feed is a little hazy, like he's outside and also running but where to, and towards what, it's not quite clear. There's a laugh in his voice, something kind of breathless and rough, 'cause Bucky's from the school of laugh at it until it kills you and he's not going to change now. Especially when they've taken someone Bucky actually gives a crap about. Then he gets really pissed, drops all of that smiling, charming, Bucky Barnes and becomes this. ]

Ain't anybody told you there ain't much point cryin' over spilt milk? Sonova-

[ Which gets almost cut in half at the sound of a gun firing a round and complete and utter silence for a moment. ]

Well, made me feel better anyhow. Anyone got a sledgehammer t'give these things a proper fuckin' welcome?