Bucky remained leaning against the frame and didn't once move at the news. He glanced at Sam and kept his gaze down.
It was unsurprising to him that Walker would have the Serum. The way his hand had bent backwards by the force of Sam's wing would've made any man almost pass out from the sheer agony. The way he clung to the notion of needing to be America's next—and better—Super Soldier... He'd seen that kind of passion before but in a scrawny, sickly Steve. He'd been so angry at Bucky for having the Serum and seemingly doing nothing at all to live up to its reputation that it wouldn't surprise Bucky if he had found access to the Serum. If you want it bad enough...
He wondered if Natasha had found the identities of the now-deceased Winter Soldiers from the program. Once again, Bucky was the last man standing. It didn't particularly make him want to puff out his chest with pride.
He sighed, lifting his gaze with a furrowed brow. "Where? Russia?"
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It was unsurprising to him that Walker would have the Serum. The way his hand had bent backwards by the force of Sam's wing would've made any man almost pass out from the sheer agony. The way he clung to the notion of needing to be America's next—and better—Super Soldier... He'd seen that kind of passion before but in a scrawny, sickly Steve. He'd been so angry at Bucky for having the Serum and seemingly doing nothing at all to live up to its reputation that it wouldn't surprise Bucky if he had found access to the Serum. If you want it bad enough...
He wondered if Natasha had found the identities of the now-deceased Winter Soldiers from the program. Once again, Bucky was the last man standing. It didn't particularly make him want to puff out his chest with pride.
He sighed, lifting his gaze with a furrowed brow. "Where? Russia?"