[ Bucky says blandly. He's aware of the Chitauri even if he hadn't been around when hell rained down from the sky and pretty much decimated a good chunk of Manhattan -- after all, it's pretty recent history, and he hears things, gleans information from opinion columns in newspapers whenever he can get his hands on them. ]
He looks like a gentle dog. [ He notes, agreeing with the assessment. Alien dogs, that's new and admittedly quite refreshing. He can get used to this. Bucky listens carefully to Eggsy's recollection, following after him and absorbing the unspoken nuances, the trauma and violence that precedes that kind of death. He understands it to a great extent, and nods quietly. He must have been afraid, angry, in so much pain that nothing else matters. ]
I'm sorry. [ And he means it. ] Did he ask for anything in return?
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[ Bucky says blandly. He's aware of the Chitauri even if he hadn't been around when hell rained down from the sky and pretty much decimated a good chunk of Manhattan -- after all, it's pretty recent history, and he hears things, gleans information from opinion columns in newspapers whenever he can get his hands on them. ]
He looks like a gentle dog. [ He notes, agreeing with the assessment. Alien dogs, that's new and admittedly quite refreshing. He can get used to this. Bucky listens carefully to Eggsy's recollection, following after him and absorbing the unspoken nuances, the trauma and violence that precedes that kind of death. He understands it to a great extent, and nods quietly. He must have been afraid, angry, in so much pain that nothing else matters. ]
I'm sorry. [ And he means it. ] Did he ask for anything in return?