There’s not a whisper of warning. A single shot announces Bucky’s presence, the bullet missing Steve’s head by a matter of inches, and lodging itself deep between Zemo’s eyes.
“No,” says Bucky, stepping out from behind the alcove he used for cover. “You weren’t.”
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Date: 2011-11-03 11:05 pm (UTC)“No,” says Bucky, stepping out from behind the alcove he used for cover. “You weren’t.”