He’s still wearing the prototype arm that Shuri had coaxed him into testing earlier in the day, which he realizes as his left hand clenched tight. Bucky forces himself to flatten his fingers against the tabletop, his glance settling on Natasha as Sam speaks.
“But why?” Sam looks around. “Thought Fury was one of the good guys?”
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Date: 2021-09-12 10:41 pm (UTC)“But why?” Sam looks around. “Thought Fury was one of the good guys?”