I grimace. Bucky knows who he is, who we are. He knows we shouldn’t be here. I wonder if this is the island targeting him, again, like it did before. We never sat down and hashed out the details, but I have a basic understanding. That it can take you and put you into your worst moments and make you relive them, over and over. Well, that’s not happening to him again. Not today. Not if I have anything to do with it.
“Then no,” I say.
“No. We’re not playing this game. We’re not going through these motions. Not again.”
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Date: 2011-11-03 10:41 pm (UTC)“Then no,” I say.
“No. We’re not playing this game. We’re not going through these motions. Not again.”