“Packs a hell of a punch,” He absentmindedly rubbed the side of his face as he remembered their “introduction”. A woman like that certainly left an impression. If the two weren’t clearly an item, Bucky might have pursued her himself. In another life anyway. Where he had a right to such things as happiness…. But after he killed so many? Ripped the chance from so many others? What right did he have to anything?
For a brief moment, Bucky seemed to relax. The mention of a mission was something familiar. He could do something good for once. And even better, he got to work with his best friend again. He’d follow Steve to hell and back. The mention of their old enemy, however, brought an all too familiar scowl on his face as he tensed back up and crossed his arms, “How the hell is he still alive?”